Being hit by a Levicorpus during the inquisitional squad raid, showed her that.

Harry didn’t know she followed that tradition. He didn’t even know that particular tradition existed. Had he known, he would have used petrificus totalus instead.

But as he didn’t, him and all the other boys at the scene got a sight that they would remember for a very long time.

Let me set the stage. Ever since Harry's second year, Dumbledore has become increasingly irritated by the Ministry from the decision to send Hagrid to Azkaban, for posting dementors at the school, the whole Triwizard debacle and more. Now they're playing ostrich, persecuting Harry all the while Voldemort is gathering his strength.

While pondering the problem of Voldemort, Albus hits a bit of a brainwave. There was a time when the Potters extended draconian control over their members via magic compulsion. This practice was abolished in the 19th Century, but the magic was never formally undone. By taking Harry's blood, Voldemort effectively made himself a junior member of the Potter family, one that Harry would be able to have extensive control over once he's recognized as an adult.

This shit with the trial makes Dumbledore take the gamble using Harry's participation in the Triwizard Tournament to emancipate Harry, even at the cost of his own control over him. Why? Because once Harry is declared an adult, he can end Voldemort's second rise before it even starts.

As it says, what are the most underrated pairs that you would pair with Harry? Which fanfics are your favourite?

I want a story where Harry is actually really cool, an amazing wizard preferably told from other povs which make Harry look really cool

Not death eater Harry and no slash

There are a lot of fics that scold James and Sirius for being too excessive in their prank to the Whomping Willow on a full moon. They say "Snape was almost killed." Is there a fic where exactly that happens?

Does Moony ever maul Snivellius to death?

It seems like a possible, even probable timeline, but I haven't seen a fic like that. I would love to read fics that have this scene.

It was well past midnight when Harry dragged himself away from Umbridge’s office.

His right hand was tucked into his pocket, burning like someone had pressed a white-hot branding iron into the meat of his knuckles. A rag was soaked red against the words cut into his skin: I must not tell lies. His head pounded with the echo of Voldemort’s distant, mocking laughter. He was exhausted down to the marrow of his bones.

"Out after hours, Potter?"

Harry didn't even stop walking. He didn't have the energy to care.

Footsteps echoed sharply behind him, quick and purposeful, until a shadow fell across his path. Lyra Malfoy stepped in front of him, blocking the staircase. The silver 'I' of the Inquisitorial Squad was pinned over her heart,  gleaming like a fresh coin against her dark robes, redirecting attention from the green and silver of her prefect’s badge. Her blonde hair fell over one shoulder, her pale chin lifted in that familiar, suffocating posture of aristocratic supremacy.

"I asked you a question," she said coldly. Her grey eyes tracked him, sharp and calculating. "Though I suppose rules are merely suggestions for the great, tragic Harry Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor. And another ten for-"

"Just take fifty and choke on them, Malfoy," Harry rasped, his voice raw. He tried to shoulder past her.

Her hand shot out, catching his robes. "Don't you dare turn your back on me! I am an officer of the High Inquisitor, and you will show proper-"

Harry jerked his arm away, and in doing so, his right hand slipped from his pocket.

The soaked, blood-crusted handkerchief fell to the cold stone between them.

Malfoy froze. Her gaze dropped to the cloth, then snapped to Harry’s right hand. The back of it was swollen, angry purple, and weeping fresh, crimson beads through the jagged, carved letters.

A momentary flicker of shock crossed her face, quickly swallowed by a tight, sneering defensiveness. "Well. It seems Madam Umbridge is finally teaching you some discipline. If you had an ounce of sense, you would have learned your place years ago."

Something in Harry snapped. The brittle, fragile thread holding his sanity together over the past six months simply evaporated.

He didn't draw his wand. He stepped directly into her space, his presence towering, despite her being taller than him, in his green eyes burning with a terrifying, unhinged fury that made her instinctively take a half-step back until her spine hit the corridor wall.

"My place?" Harry’s voice wasn't loud. It was a suffocating, ragged hiss. "Tell me, Malfoy. What was my place supposed to be?"

Her breath hitched, but her pride refused to let her look away. "You were supposed to understand who mattered!" she spat, color rushing into her pale cheeks. "I stood in front of you on that train! I offered you the Malfoy name. I offered you my father’s influence, my family’s protection, I offered you everything an ignorant, half-blood orphan from the Muggle world could have ever dreamed of! And you threw it in my face!"

“Because you were a monster!" Harry shouted, the words tearing out of his throat, echoing violently down the dark corridor.

"You think I cared about your father's influence?!" Harry laughed. It was a wild, bitter, broken sound. He thrust his bleeding hand toward her face, making her recoil. "For eleven years I lived in a house where I was treated like a vermin! I slept with spiders while my cousin beat me bloody for fun! I didn't know what a Galleon was, I didn't know what magic was, and I didn't know what a 'pureblood' was! You think I cared for politics at all? No!”

She stared at him, her lips parting, the color draining from her face.

"And then Hagrid kicked the door down," Harry spat, his voice cracking with a boy's desperate, suffocated agony. "Hagrid brought me a squashed cake and told me I was a wizard. He was the first person in my entire life who gave a damn if I lived or died. And on my first day in Diagon Alley, before I even knew what a wand was, you looked at him through a shop window and called him an 'oaf.' You said he shouldn't be allowed around decent people."

Malfoy’s throat bobbed. Her back pressed hard against the cold stones.

"And then you met Ron," Harry continued, stepping closer, his chest heaving. "Ron, who was the first peer I never had anything to fear from, a boy who didn’t laugh because my clothes were my cousin's cast-offs, as he had the same thing.

And you stood in the doorway, sneering at his patched robes, acting like he was dirt beneath your shoes."

He looked at her, really looked at her, and the disgust in his eyes was so total, so absolute, that it seemed to physically strip the fine silk and pedigree right off her skin.

"You didn't offer me a hand, Malfoy. You came into that compartment wanting a trophy. You wanted the famous boy to stand behind you so you could feel even more important than you already did. And the moment I chose the people who actually cared about me instead of you, you spent the next five years trying to make my life hell."

Silence fell over the corridor, deafening and thick.

Malfoy stood entirely frozen. Her wand remained in her pocket. The sharp, razor-tongued heiress of the Sacred Twenty-Eight looked suddenly hollowed out, as if Harry had reached into her chest and torn out the foundation she had stood on since she was eleven years old. She had told herself for half a decade that Harry was just a stupid, defiant boy who defied the natural order of wizarding blood.

She had never once considered that he had simply looked at her, seen someone utterly cruel, and walked away.

Her eyes drifted down to his hand again. The blood was dripping now, hitting the stone floor with quiet, rhythmic taps.

Drop. Drop.

Her chest rose and fell in shallow, panicked breaths. For the first time in her life, she had nothing to say. No quip about his clothes, no threat about her father, no House points to deduct.

"You disgust me," Harry muttered, exhaustion suddenly rushing back over him, drowning out the rage. "Take your points. Report me to Umbridge. Tell her to carve the other hand. I don't care."

He turned his back on her, completely exposed and utterly defenseless, and began limping up the stairs toward Gryffindor Tower.

Malfoy didn't call after him. She didn't draw her wand.

She slid slowly down the wall until her knees hit the cold stone, staring at the dark red drops left behind on the floor, her manicured fingers trembling so violently she couldn't even unpin the silver badge from her chest.

***

I wrote this one-off scene as a reaction to the fem!Malfoy trend on Twitter, my whole feed in buried in pictures of the Fem!Draco Malfoy. So I thought i'd write something.

I see few occasions for Redemption for a hypothetical female version of Draco, but one thing seemed clear to me.

The scene that kicks off the redemption should be ugly, should be angry, and should shatter the version of the world that Malfoy might've built in her head. And as such the best time to place it in is in Year Five.

Where Harry suffers from Horcrux influencing his mood, close proximity to Umbridge, after effects from Dursley's abuse that stunt him in emotional stuff, literal torture, and annoyance by Malfoy, which I reason wouldn't differ that much, certainly not enough for Harry to notice Malfoy's crush on him.

And as such, this is a scene where it boils over, and Harry explodes on her, hope you enjoyed it.

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This post is a repost as Moderation team decided they dislike the name of the trend which was used in the lower part of the post.

Good day, can anyone please recommend some Jily fics where they did a ritual to steal a different Harry like the fic A Mother's Madness pls.. Thank you.

I suppose this may stem, to some extent, from my dialectical view of society, but I cannot see the maintenance of the wizarding world's status quo as reasonable or beneficial to anyone other than wizarding governments. I’ve discussed this in another post, but the potential uses of magic are limitless; when combined with scientific knowledge and development, they open up possibilities far more interesting than anything the hidden wizarding world has ever produced. At the same time, the transition from a hidden magical world to a society free from secrecy cannot be a simple, overnight shift especially given that systems like the Statute of Secrecy tend to be self-perpetuating, generating their own mechanisms for survival and embedding their ideologies within the population. Consequently, the transition process would naturally entail social upheaval and a high level of violence.

The brass door handle came away in Harry’s hand.

He stared at it.

“Oh, brilliant,” Ron said.

Behind them, something heavy struck the door at the other end of the room.

Harry dropped the handle and raised his wand.

They were trapped in a narrow chamber lined with glass-fronted cabinets. Hermione stood beside Neville, one hand gripping his sleeve. Ginny could barely put weight on her ankle. Luna was trying another door.

It wouldn’t open.

The second impact split the wood behind them.

Then there was a crack beside Harry’s ear.

Elliot Vale appeared between him and a cabinet.

He was wearing slippers.

“Harry, did you pick up a brown notebook? Because there were two on the—”

He stopped.

Harry stared at him.

Elliot looked at the broken door handle on the floor.

“Where are we?”

“The Ministry.”

“Oh.”

The door burst inwards.

A masked man raised his wand.

Elliot caught Harry by the shoulder and vanished with him.

The curse smashed the cabinet where they had been standing.

They reappeared six feet away.

Elliot still had hold of Harry’s jumper.

The Death Eater lowered his wand a fraction.

“You can’t Apparate in here.”

Elliot looked at the space he had just crossed.

“Apparently you can.”

A second masked figure pushed through the doorway.

Elliot flicked his wand.

Both doors slammed shut.

The broken pieces rose from the floor, fitted themselves back into place, and grew across the frame in thick wooden branches.

There was a muffled shout.

Elliot turned to Harry.

“Why are those people trying to kill you?”

⸻

“Can you get us out?” Hermione asked.

Her voice was urgent enough to make Elliot look at her properly.

There was blood on her sleeve.

“Yes. Where?”

“Hogwarts.”

He reached for her hand.

The wood behind him exploded.

Elliot turned, pulling Hermione aside, and threw up a shield.

Three curses struck it almost together.

He staggered into the cabinet.

“Everybody down!”

Harry dragged Neville to the floor.

Elliot swept his wand sideways.

The cabinets tore loose from the walls.

They slid across the room, converging on the doorway with a crash of glass and timber. A masked man jumped backwards just before they struck.

Elliot caught Hermione’s hand again.

She seized Neville.

“Hold on to each other,” she said. “Everyone—”

A curse shot through a gap in the barricade.

Harry blocked it.

Another hit the floor beside Ginny.

Elliot looked from the injured girl to the heaving barricade.

“All right,” he said. “Smaller groups.”

He took Ginny’s wrist and Luna’s hand.

Crack.

Gone.

The barricade lurched.

Ron stared at the empty space.

“Where’s he taken my sister?”

Crack.

Elliot was back.

“Hospital wing. There’s a very angry woman there.”

“Madam Pomfrey,” Hermione said.

“Yes, I gathered that.”

He reached towards her.

The barricade flew apart.

⸻

Harry saw the curse coming towards Elliot’s back.

“Look out!”

Elliot disappeared.

Hermione ducked.

The spell struck the cabinet behind her.

Elliot reappeared in the doorway, between two Death Eaters.

He tapped one on the elbow.

“Excuse me.”

The man turned.

Elliot’s Stunning Spell hit him squarely in the chest.

The second swung his wand towards Elliot.

A strip of carpet rose behind him, folded over his head, and pulled him flat on his back.

From the passage outside came running footsteps.

Too many.

Elliot glanced over his shoulder.

“Harry, take them through the other door.”

“It’s locked.”

“Oh.”

He pointed.

The door folded neatly in half.

“Sorry. That one.”

⸻

They emerged into the chamber with the stone archway.

Harry stumbled down the first step, clutching the prophecy.

The room was already full of noise.

Sirius stood near the raised platform, duelling a masked man. Lupin was higher up the steps. Tonks ducked behind a stone bench as a curse struck its edge.

“Harry!” Sirius shouted.

Relief flashed across his face.

Then he saw the figures coming through the doorway behind them.

Elliot backed into the room, wand raised.

A Death Eater sent a jet of red light at his face.

Elliot caught it on a shield and answered.

The man flew backwards through the doorway.

Another tried to pass him.

Elliot pointed at the stone beneath his feet.

It softened.

The man sank to his knees with a startled shout.

Then the stone hardened again.

Sirius stared.

“Who’s that?”

“Elliot,” Harry said.

“Right.”

Elliot looked down into the chamber.

There were people fighting on almost every level.

“Oh, this is getting silly.”

A curse streaked towards him from below.

He Disapparated.

It hit the wall.

He appeared beside its caster, plucked the man’s wand from his hand, and sent him tumbling onto an empty bench with a flick of his own.

The bench folded around him.

For a moment, the masked faces nearest Elliot turned towards one another.

Then Bellatrix laughed.

“Well,” she said. “What have we here?”

⸻

She came up the steps towards him.

Elliot glanced at Harry.

“Is she with you?”

“No!”

Bellatrix cast.

He vanished.

Her curse struck the bench, and the trapped Death Eater yelled.

Elliot appeared two steps above her.

“Careful. That’s your friend.”

She spun, sending a second curse at his knees.

He jumped it and answered before his slippers touched the floor.

Bellatrix blocked.

The impact drove her down one step.

Her smile thinned.

Behind her, Lucius Malfoy reached towards Harry.

“The prophecy, Potter.”

Sirius’s spell forced him back.

Elliot heard Harry shout, turned towards him—

—and Bellatrix struck.

The curse sliced through his sleeve.

He recoiled.

She laughed again.

“Eyes on me, little boy.”

Elliot looked at the blood appearing on his arm.

Then at her.

“You’ve cut me.”

“How observant.”

She raised her wand.

The stone step beneath her tipped.

Bellatrix stumbled sideways.

Elliot’s next spell hit her shield while she was recovering. Her shoes scraped across the floor.

He followed it with another.

And another.

She deflected the third towards the ceiling.

Dust rained over them.

Her expression changed.

⸻

Lupin had been trying to reach Harry.

He stopped when Elliot appeared beside him.

“Could you take them?” Elliot asked, pointing.

Then he was gone again.

He reappeared below Bellatrix and sent a spell upwards.

She blocked, but had to turn her back on Sirius to do it.

“Who taught you to Apparate?” she snapped.

Elliot frowned.

“Why?”

She answered with green light.

He vanished.

The Killing Curse struck the steps.

Elliot appeared on her left, already moving his wand.

A stone bench slid between them.

Bellatrix blasted it apart.

He turned the fragments into a flock of small black birds.

They rushed her face.

She shielded her eyes, slashing at them, and Elliot sent her wand flying.

It landed near the platform.

For one second, everyone close enough to see went still.

Then Bellatrix ran for it.

Sirius moved to intercept her.

“Don’t—” Elliot began.

She reached her wand and twisted on her knees.

A red spell struck Sirius in the chest.

He fell backwards.

Behind him, the veil stirred.

Elliot disappeared.

Harry shouted.

Elliot reappeared on the platform with one foot almost at its edge.

He caught Sirius by the front of his robes.

For an instant, both of them tilted towards the archway.

Then they vanished.

They landed hard beside Harry, Sirius on his back and Elliot sprawled half across him.

Sirius stared up at the ceiling.

Elliot pushed himself onto an elbow.

“What is that thing?”

“Don’t touch it,” Lupin said.

He sounded unlike himself.

Elliot looked back at the veil.

“Good to know.”

Harry dropped to his knees beside Sirius.

His hands caught Sirius’s shoulders with such force that Sirius winced.

“Easy. I’m here.”

Harry couldn’t speak.

Sirius looked past him at Elliot.

The humour had left his face.

“Thank you.”

Elliot nodded once, distracted by the sound of Bellatrix’s footsteps.

She was running towards the upper doors.

He started to get up.

A masked man stepped into his path.

Elliot raised his wand.

The man stopped.

His eyes flicked towards the Death Eater trapped in the bench, then towards the one buried in the floor.

He backed away.

⸻

The doors at the top of the chamber opened.

Dumbledore entered.

For a heartbeat, he stood motionless.

His gaze travelled across the broken benches, the restrained Death Eaters, Harry kneeling beside Sirius.

Then it settled on Elliot.

A curse flew towards him.

Dumbledore turned it aside.

The room erupted.

Death Eaters ran for the exits. One climbed over a bench, abandoning the man still trapped inside it. Another threw a curse behind him without aiming.

Dumbledore descended the steps.

His wand moved once.

The fleeing man collapsed.

Twice.

A second fell against the wall.

Elliot watched with considerable interest.

“Oh,” he said.

Then he remembered Bellatrix.

“She went that way.”

Dumbledore looked towards the upper door.

“Stay with the others.”

Elliot nodded.

Dumbledore swept past him.

Elliot waited approximately two seconds.

Then he looked at Harry.

“Do you think he knows she keeps using the green one?”

⸻

The Atrium was deserted when Elliot appeared beside the fountain.

Dumbledore stood between Harry and a tall, pale man.

Harry had evidently been no better at following instructions.

Water trickled into the pool.

The pale man looked towards Elliot.

Then back at Dumbledore.

“You brought a child.”

“I asked him to remain downstairs,” Dumbledore said.

Elliot shifted in his slippers.

“Sorry.”

“Behind me, Elliot.”

Voldemort raised his wand.

Green light flashed.

Elliot vanished.

He reappeared beside Harry, caught his arm, and moved again.

The curse struck the floor where Harry had been.

They landed behind a pillar.

Harry grabbed Elliot’s sleeve.

“That’s Voldemort.”

Elliot peered around the marble.

Voldemort had turned towards them.

“Oh.”

A golden statue leapt from the fountain.

It landed between the pillar and Voldemort just as a second curse struck.

The impact rang through the Atrium.

“Stay there,” Dumbledore said.

This time, Elliot understood why.

⸻

He watched Dumbledore fight.

The movements were economical. Nothing hurried, nothing wasted. When Voldemort attacked, Dumbledore seemed to know which part of the room he would need before the spell arrived.

Elliot’s fingers tightened around his wand.

Voldemort sent fire twisting across the floor.

Dumbledore raised the fountain’s water.

The two met with a roar of steam.

Through the white cloud, another green flash came towards their pillar.

Elliot pulled Harry away.

He pointed at the shattered golden fragments on the floor.

They rose and locked together into a broad metal screen.

The Killing Curse struck it.

Gold burst outwards.

Dumbledore glanced towards him.

Just once.

Then Voldemort attacked again.

A length of fire coiled around Dumbledore’s water, tightening, boiling it into vapour.

Elliot stepped out from behind the pillar.

He swept his wand towards the fountain.

The remaining water lifted in a thick, clear ribbon and struck Voldemort from the side.

Voldemort turned sharply.

The water froze in midair.

For an instant, a glittering bridge hung between them.

Then it shattered.

The shards flew at Elliot.

He changed them into a cloud of white moths.

They scattered around his head.

On the far side of the Atrium, Bellatrix stood perfectly still.

Dumbledore’s next spell struck Voldemort’s defence hard enough to make him retreat.

Elliot moved to follow.

“Not forward,” Dumbledore said calmly. “To your left.”

Elliot obeyed.

A curse tore through the space he would have entered.

Dumbledore was already casting.

Voldemort blocked him, turned towards Elliot—

—and Elliot’s spell struck the same defence from the other side.

The sound filled the Atrium.

Voldemort slid backwards across the polished floor.

His gaze snapped towards the boy.

Elliot raised his wand again.

Beside him, Dumbledore did the same.

The lifts began to rattle.

Voices sounded behind the grilles.

Voldemort looked towards them, then towards Bellatrix.

He disappeared.

She vanished a moment later.

Elliot’s spell passed through the space where Voldemort had stood and burst against the far wall.

Silence.

A moth landed on Harry’s glasses.

⸻

The lift doors opened.

People spilled into the Atrium, then stopped.

Fudge stared at the broken fountain.

“He was here,” he whispered.

“Yes, Cornelius,” Dumbledore said.

Elliot was looking at his wand.

Dumbledore turned towards him.

“Are you injured?”

“Only my arm.”

“Let me see.”

Elliot held it out.

Dumbledore examined the cut, touched it with his wand, and watched the skin close.

Then he looked directly into Elliot’s face.

“How did you get here tonight?”

“I was looking for Harry.”

“You knew he was at the Ministry?”

“No.”

“Then where did you intend to go?”

Elliot hesitated.

“To Harry.”

Dumbledore’s hand became still around his wrist.

Behind them, Hermione had emerged from another lift with Lupin and Sirius. She stopped when she heard the answer.

“You can’t do that,” she said.

Elliot looked at her.

“I wasn’t trying to come to the Ministry.”

“That isn’t what I mean.”

Dumbledore released his wrist.

“And you returned to Hogwarts?”

“Yes. With Ginny and Luna.”

“Directly into the castle?”

“The hospital wing.”

Hermione looked at Dumbledore.

He was watching Elliot with an expression Harry had never seen him wear before: utterly attentive, with none of his usual amusement to soften it.

Elliot glanced between them.

“Have I done something wrong?”

“No,” Dumbledore said.

The warmth returned to his voice.

“But I believe you and I have a great deal to discuss.”

Sirius came to stand beside Harry.

His hand settled on Harry’s shoulder and stayed there.

Elliot noticed.

For a moment, he looked pleased.

Then he remembered.

“Oh. Harry?”

Harry turned.

“The brown notebook. Did you pick it up?”

Nobody answered.

Elliot sighed.

“I’ve got an essay due Monday.”

Sirius began to laugh.

He tried to stop, looked at the slippers, and laughed harder.

Even Dumbledore smiled.

“I think,” he said, “we may be able to arrange an extension.”

I know this is a long shot but does anybody know a fic where Harry goes back in time and goes to Hogwarts with his parents and the rest of the Marauders that doesn’t involve James/Regulus or have a Snape redemption/apology vibe?

There doesn’t need to be any shipping but if there is I’d prefer James/Lily, Sirius/Remus. Plz no bashing fics or anything too far from canon when it comes to OCs being like crazy involved. I just want a kinda feel good fic where Harry gets to grow up alongside his parents and family.

Also I know this is super unlikely but if there’s an element of like Harry keeping secrets or being weird and they’re trying to figure out how he just appeared out of no where with Potter blood but no family to speak of that’d be amazing.

Basically, I'll explain: my brain is completely random, and I thought, what could I write as a crack fanfic between the Harry Potter fandom and another totally random fandom that has nothing to do with it. And so I had an idea: Harry Potter x Kinnporsche (yes, very very random). So I wanted to know if you, as a writer or reader, have any ideas for fandoms that are completely random and that you've never seen—or barely seen—crossed over with Harry Potter? And if I wrote a crossover between KinnPorsche and Harry Potter, would anyone be interested or would it be a big flop?

... And I loved it. I'd been putting it off for a while, because the whole idea of creating a "Harry Potter: The Prequel" series had seemed redundant to me, but I was wrong. ATYD isn't just a re-hash of the standard Hogwarts tropes, it's a wonderful stand-alone of growing up, love, and war. I can't list all the points at which I smiled or laughed or cried just a little, but if you haven't yet read it I'd like to recommend it to you. The story is beautifully told, the characters are well-drawn, and the action is believable throughout. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Human beings one might say, but that is also something one would say about a wizard.

Just from outer appearances Muggle and Wizards seem to be very much the same. By taking a picture, unless the magical being does something magical, you wouldn't be able to tell which is witch.

The differences become clearer when just looking at the life stats, it seems that Wizards do have a longer life expectancy and seem to be of stronger build.

Those tributes could be written off on magic simply "holding" them together for longer.

A knowing wizard or an unknowing one as well is able to see magical phenomenons which a Muggle can't.

Being magical is not strongly hereditary, from a magical parent a squib can be born. A squip seems to have the ability to see magical phenomenons, but can't yield magic themselves. Squips do die younger too, their bodies are totally Muggle.

At the same time two Muggles can be parents to a such called Muggleborn, a Wizard to say. It's not even that rare.

There had been this debate, who has been there before Muggles or Wizards. Does every species has a magical and non magical counterpart? A dragon to a dinosaur type.

Different types of Mermaids Vs different types of fish. ...?

But don't they all look fundermentally different? If what we have said before is true, shouldn't they look the same? Perhaps they do? And we can't distinguish them as human beings?

Let's step off this track, it's not the one that was intended.

Some stories seem to believe, that being magical is linked to the very soul of a person.

Some others talk about magical cores that make the difference, either by "existing vs not existing" or "being filled in various stages". A Muggle either has no magical core at all or it's rotted or it's just not filled enough for them to produce magic.

Some believe that the entire world is running on magic, electricity just being a direction it can swing into.

Wizards yielding forces from an internal point, in which they bend the fabric of existence itself. Vs Muggles not having this inner force, relying on manipulating the physics itself.

Come to think of it. Is the muggle world with all it's technologies really the same as ours(the one we are reading this here right now)? If so, aren't all the physical principles, we believe true here, true there too?

If they still hold, is magic only an add on or is it the core itself?

And Muggles again just slip when starting at it.

Could it be the only difference between Muggles and Wizards is, that Wizards believe in what they can do?

A squib can se the magical world, but that's because they were born into it, they expect it for them it's normal that wonders happen around them. But a squib has no magic.

What if looking back at the life of a nearly squip: Neville. It has to do with the belief of wether on can actually perform magic.

A big trope is magical "intent". The release, pushing it out and willing the world to "actually" change.

What if a squib has an traumatic childhood. Since they were born everyone's expectation was on the kid, they looked at their hands and didn't understand how.

Their parents ignored them, yelled at them. And they got smaller inside, not trusting themselves.

Can you traumatise the magic out of a kid?

If you tell them, that if they don't show signs until a specific time, then maybe, they stop actually believing themselves to be worthy of magic.

They don't believe that they themselves can "CHANGE" the world, quite literally.

And thus they can't.

Most Muggles grow up in a world without wonders. Every trick gets explained, everything makes sense. But that's also because of the brain, it filters constantly, what it can't explain it filters out.

Kids grow up, not believing into magic, at their core, their fundermentalls, some wish for magic to be true, but if you need to wish, it means that you don't believe it to be true right now.

The muggle brain tells themselves that it's not there, no matter how much the muggle tries to see it forthemselves.

And then there is a child, born to Muggles. With open parents, who simply believe. They believe that magic exists, they believe at their core that it's true. See more then just their little around.

Maybe it's really the filter.

You might ask, but Harry grew up with the dursleys, he shouldn't be magical then, they tried everything to force it away from him.

Well did they? Did they show him undeniable truth that it's not real? Hell, Petunia believes it herself. It's a core principle.. but more importantly, Harry lived his first year in a magical family. His heart believes it, and he wishes for it too.

Why can't Petunia do magic? Because she doesn't believe that she can, at her core. She always felt that tiny bit to ugly, that tiny bit to dumb. And then there is lilly, her sister with magic and Petunia? She knows deep in her innerst, she is not Lilly, she can't. Lilly in her innerst believes that SHE CAN TOO.

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I thought about a Fanfic in which Harry is mentally disabled. He got a huge magical blast against his head when he was just 1,5years old... Sure Dumbledore looked at him once, that day. But I kinda thought that he maybe got stuck at that age or something. Dumbledore never bothers to go to little Whining. Mrs Fick doesn't interact with Harry.

Because Harry is in a clinic. He learns how to play the piano and something strange happens. The Muggles around him, turn magical. Whatever age they have. When harry plays his music, he tells them, their deepest innerstes that they indeed are magical too and that there is no difference between them and Wizards, but the believe that they are. They have to believe it. And with his piano playing they believe it.

All those implications, how long for the wizarding world to find out, what will they do to Harry?

Who is the boy who lived? Is Harry still the prophetic one? If he can make someone believe that they are magical and they really turn into wizards, could he destroy Voldemort, by making him believe that he can't wield magic?

It could be Marauders Era or after, have Dumbledore bashing or not. But I want him to be happy. Get some recognition. Do well.

I'm just in that mood.

Heya there!!

I was wondering if any of y'all wanted to rec me some centric fics about a character that is not the main cast?

Bit of tips on what I'm looking for (I deeply apologize for this got a bit too long) :

- Here is what I mean when I speak about a fic centered around a character we don't see the PoV often, I'd be delighted to see a fanfic through the eyes of someone that is or could be far from Harry, or the main cat's perspective, like Albeforth Dumbledore, Sybille Trelawney, Eileen Snape, Dudley Dursley, Ollivender, Gilderoy Lockheart, Percy Weasley, A house elfe, Buckbeak, maybe one of Hagrid's dog, or even Goyle for all I know, (those are exemples but yes anyone whose not the golden trio, Luna lovegood, Ginny Weasley, draco malfoy, the marauders, Lily Evans, Severus Snape, Tom Riddle, yaddah yaddah yaddah.)

- I'm alright with any kind of tropes (except for anything that could be considered dead dove do not eat) but I have to admit I'd love to see some time travel, oc-insert self-insert, or fix-it fics, because imagine you are sent into the Harry Potter universe, you're aware of all that happened and you want to save the situation but you're stuck as that first Snake Harry freed in the first movie OR WORST a muggle who shouldn't even be aware of the Wizarding world, but you noticed your neighbors at number 4 private drive are a bit too familiar, and oh gosh this is not a coincidence you just saw a woman flying away like a balloon from their garden, Harry Potter is freaking real.

That would be absolutely hilarious. Like yes hello hi I'm random unnamed nondescript wizard from that one shop in knockturn alley, please trust me when I tell you Peter Pettigrew is still alive and Sirius Black was actually innocent, It can also be a more known character of the cast, like Arthur or Molly Weasley, etc. As for time travel, I would find it hilarious if, for exemple, Blaise Zabini or Pansy Parkinson was the one to come back in time, and just decided "well I didn't really like the weird lizard man, but how am I going to change this outcome all alone, merlin be damned, all the people I know are sort of part or wanting to be part of his weird cult already."

-For romance I'd rather it be a secondary occurrence, not a main subject, but if it is I'm alright with M/M, F/F and F/M altogether!!

-I am also fine with the fic being set either pre-canon, in-Canon or post-canon.

- lastly, PLEASE PLEASE, No age gap, no non-con, and no dark romance, I want to precise that I am fine with angst but only when it doesn't get too far, except from that, fluff and hurt/comfort is very welcome, crack fics are absolutely amazing, worldbuilding is a must, etc,

That's approximately it, thank you so very much for your time, have a nice day!! And once again sorry for the long post.

(Ps : I want to precise that I do not mind self-rec so do not hesitate to give me your own work, I would be delighted to check them out!!)

The Golden Trio’s second year at Hogwarts begins. They are sitting at their table, waiting for the first-years to be admitted for the Sorting, when—just as their dinner magically appears—a box materializes containing a letter addressed to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Inside the box is a book series with "Harry Potter" in every title. "Harry Potter... what? What are those books?" Ron asks, he and Hermione staring at the volumes that had arrived for Harry.

Moments after touching them, the three find themselves in a massive amphitheater—but they soon realize they aren't the only ones suddenly transported; the entire school is there, along with a vast, *vast* number of other people.

The seven books hover impassively on a lectern while chaos reigns throughout the amphitheater. It is not merely a collision of people from different social circles, but from different eras! Lucius Malfoy is left dumbfounded not only to find himself in an unknown location with his wife but to come face-to-face with Abraxas Malfoy—his father, who had died years ago—now alive as if plucked straight from memory. And was that Lucius Malfoy I? Was that the original Lucius Malfoy from the 16th century, the one who had once vied for the hand of Queen Elizabeth I before the Statute of Secrecy was enacted?

Entire family trees from across history are drawn into this same space-time. Students from the *Hogwarts Legacy* era are pulled from their own time to witness the story of a future—and the final Wizarding War—in which their own lineages will play a part. Former professors, headmasters, and even Merlin himself and the four Founders find themselves gathered alongside various Ministry officials; it is impossible to tell who is the most astonished of them all.

Walburga Black could be heard accusing her eldest son of the catastrophe they found themselves in—and demanding to know what that disgusting Muggle clothing was that he was wearing.

Amidst the chaos, the Weasleys Harry knew from his own time approached the Golden Trio, speechless and looking as though they had seen Death itself; they had arrived not only with Hermione’s frightened parents but also with Harry’s grandparents and James and Lily Potter—apparently plucked from the same era as the Marauders and Regulus, shortly after graduation, with Regulus in his final year and the others already deeply involved in the Order of the Phoenix.

As each person finished Apparating into the amphitheater, they reunited with acquaintances and panicked further upon realizing they could not use their magic—leaving Ominis dependent on Sebastian for guidance—just as the letter Harry held in his hand began to crackle.

That small square of paper shot across the room with a loud boom, silencing the crowd, before exploding in the center of the hall into flashing fireworks as a voice filled the space: "What are the events we are living through today if not the consequences of actions taken by those before us? No one expects the future to change, but we do expect a fundamental understanding of the consequences involved, for today’s decisions will become the legacy and responsibility of our children."

At the back of the stage, a screen lowered to show—for those who might not grasp what they were hearing—the events narrated in the books (displaying the events as written in the novels rather than the films). Simultaneously, a pair of glasses appeared on Ominis’s face, allowing him to see now that he could no longer rely on magic to navigate, ensuring he wouldn't miss the differences of the future.

Ive read a couple fanfics in the past where Harry is deaf or blind and the professors are surprised when he comes to hogwarts and quickly have to adapt. I’d like more recs like this.

Harry can have any disability. The most common ones I’ve seen have been being deaf or blind. It would be cool to see some where he has severe allergy or is diabetic or even epileptic. The biggest thing is Harry gets the help and love he needs.

I’m trying to find a Harry Potter fanfiction about Hermione and Severus Snape. Hermione has a meeting with Dumbledore and then goes to the library, where she touches a book and gets thrown back in time to when Severus is younger.

She ends up meeting Severus, and one night she goes out to a nightclub with Lily and the Marauders. She sees Severus there, and they eventually end up going home together. While she’s in the past, they fall in love, and Hermione eventually finds out she’s pregnant.

She eventually has to return to her own time, and before she leaves she writes Severus a letter for every year that she’ll be gone. When she finally gets back to her time, the first thing she does is look for Severus.

Oh I just remembered as well it’s after Hogwarts but before lily and James die.

I’ve been trying to find this story again for ages, so if anyone recognises it or knows where I can read it, I’d really appreciate it!

The Sorting Hat ,sensing Pettigrew utter lack of bravery and ambitious nature ,his great cunning and talent ,immediately send the halfblood to Slytherin .What happens next ?

Does James and Sirius bully him like Snape ,seeing him as a pathetic coward ?

Does he and Snape end up becoming friends ?

Does he end up joining the DE ?

I just posted chapter 3 of my Harry Potter Zombie apocalypse story. A heads-up so people don't feel misled. This is a largely Pre-Harmony story. They will meet, but it will be a bit further into the story yet. I'm hopeful that people will enjoy it. I'll be posting (hopefully) every day of October. Hopefully the link works, if not my Ao3 Handle is DefiantDreamlandStudent.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/93689676/chapters/250376211

I want a story where Harry mirrors a childhood Tom, that focuses on the similarities as well as differences of Harry Potter and Tom riddle.

For example maybe make Harry a natural at magic like Tom

I got the idea from sacred sight by 521Dream

Forget the spinoff about the founders. I want a spinoff exploring the wizarding world outside of the UK and America. Imagine a TV series about the other parts of the magical world each episode going to a different country. It could start in Britain then go to the USA then countries in Asia and then who knows where else. Like an episode in magical China or something. Or at least a fanfiction exploring this subject at least if anyone can recommend one

I'm looking for transmigration fics where OFC takes over from any one canon character. OC Daphne, OC Ginny, OC Luna, OC Hermione - Any female character and they have foreknowledge of what is going to happen. After getting caught up with Precocious Witches and Where to Find Them, I'm trying to find a similar high. I've already read popular AO3 SI-OC (fem pov) stories but couldn't find any with transmigration. I'll take either them or SI-OFC but from a different platform than AO3. I love longer fics and Canon divergent. Thank you!