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The Sun is a Blue Moon (Part 2)
A/N: here’s part two of the sun is a blue moon! I wrote this once and hated it about 3k in so I scrapped it and started over and I’m waaaay happier with how it came out than what I originally had planned. Oh and it ended up all being from Peters third person view somehow??? yeah idk. I hope y’all like it <3
Summary: “Only the gentle are ever really strong.” - James Dean
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: violence, blood, injuries, fighting, battle, anxiety, panic, fearing the death of a loved one, gried, sadness, death
Playlist: End of the World by Nightriots
Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe, FINNEAS
As the World Caves in by Sarah Cothran
read part one here
Peter looked back to his notes, checking to make sure his measurements were correct before adding the white cap into the potion, the bubbling encouraging him further. He observed the reaction before picking up his pen and jotting down what he saw on the marked up page, his pinkie smudging the still drying inscriptions on the line above. He adjusted his glasses before continuing on with his work, his mind wandering to y/n who was currently in care of magical creatures while he was in his free period, working on his own potions. His eyes flashed down to the small daffodil colored yarn bracelet that was woven in with white yarn that she had made for him. Everyone in their group had gotten one that she made them in their house color except him. He was special and got her house color. Her glowing face filled his mind and he couldn’t help but smile a little.
Peter Parker was in love.
He had been in love with y/n since early December when the snow was just starting to really stick to the ground and everyone wore their thickest robes. He didn’t know when it happened- there wasn’t some defining moment that pushed him off the proverbial cliff, but he realized it when they were laying together in his bed. Y/N had snuck into the Ravenclaw common room which took quite the effort on her part, having not only managed to sneak from one end of the castle to the other since the Hufflepuff dorms and Ravenclaw tower were on opposite ends of the castle, but she had also spent quite some time trying to guess the riddle that would allow her into Ravenclaw. She wasn’t good at riddles but she’d taken her time and got lucky. Peter hadn’t known she was coming and when he was woken by a small poke on his bare shoulder, he’d woken and had to blink a couple times, making sure it was girlfriend looking down at him.
“How did you get in here?” He was bewildered and looking behind him to make sure that his roommate was still asleep and sure enough he, being the heavy sleeper he was, was still out cold.
“I guessed the riddle.” She whispered with a shrug like that was all she needed to explain.
His hand ran across his one eye. He took her in, looking for a visible explanation as to why she had taken such a huge risk to get there. He was now more awake and realized her eyes were irritated and her cheeks duller and stripped of its natural oils, suggesting she had either recently washed her face or been crying. He went with the latter once he took in her locket that was twisted around and the clasp close to the locket itself. It looked like her fingers hadn’t been able to let go of it all night. The first time he had seen her have an anxiety attack, her small first had been gripping the locket like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to earth. He always knew the days her anxiety was bad with just a look at the chain around her neck.
Instantly becoming more alert, he sat up, large hand framing her face while his other found her hand. “What happened?”
Swallowing, she sucked on her bottom lip and he saw tears start to rise in her eyes. “You know that bird's nest that’s right outside the window of the common room?”
He thought back to the birds nest saga he had been getting daily updated on for the last week. The entire house of Hufflepuff was enamored by the mother dove that had built a nest in the crook of one of the outside windows in the Hufflepuff common room. Two days ago she had laid four eggs, all varying shades of blue with brown spots of them.
“Yeah.” He nodded.
Her chin quivered and more tears rapidly flooded her eyes. “One of the eggs fell out of the nest earlier tonight.”
His heart dropped in his chest. “Oh, sweetheart.”
She collapsed into him and his arms enveloped her and wrapped around her tightly, pulling her further into his warm bed and throwing the blanket over her as well. She cried softly into his chest, tears hitting his bare skin as he smoothed down the back of her hair, leaving small kisses on her forehead.
“She was so sad.” She cried softly. “She just kept looking for it in the nest.”
It was sad to hear but he didn’t quite feel it as deeply as he knew y/n did. Hufflepuffs were natural empaths and felt things deeply, y/n maybe more so than the average Hufflepuff. He knew that her heart was aching and she was feeling everything the mother bird was feeling.
Her crying stopped after a few minutes but they didn’t barely move after.
“I’m going to go and see if I can find the egg in the morning. I already looked for it but it’s too dark.”
He loathed the idea of her wandering the grounds at night by herself but knew why she did what she did and that at that point it didn’t matter nor was it the time to say something about it, even if the idea of it did scare the shit out of him. There were dangerous things outside of Hogwarts at night.
“I’ll go with you. We can give it a little funeral if we have to.”
She nodded, face somber. “Please.”
The gentle silence filled the space around them and Peter put a kiss on the tip of her red nose, rubbing her back to soothe her. Having her in his bed made him feel at ease in a way he didn’t know he needed. He was going to have a difficult time not having her beside him at night now that he knew what it was like. Maybe y/n could give him some pointers on how to get into Hufflepuff.
“I like this.” She confessed, her voice nearly undetectable, eyes trusting and allowing him to see right into her. He was the only person on the planet she dropped her guard in front of. A brick wall of anxiety and self consciousness had been impenetrable to everyone except for him. He had been able to find a secret door in that brick wall.
“Me too.” He whispered back.
“Oh.” She inhaled. “I found that book on unicorns you were looking for.”
His ears perked up. “Yeah?”
“Someone misplaced it. Found it in the Wizarding War section. I checked it out for you.”
He stared at her, his thumb pulling gently at her smooth bottom lip. “What would I do without you?”
“Be without a citation.” She snarked with a small smile. “Always have ink on your face. Get into way more fights.” She listed.
He smirked at the mention of a fight.
Two weeks prior to that he had punched a Slytherin in the face for calling y/n a mudblood. He was one of those pure blood elitists and didn’t realize that Peter had been within earshot when he said it. “I don’t know how Parker dates a mudblood” he had sneered in disgust. Peter had felt anger before. He’d even say he has felt rage before. It may not have been a very common occurrence but he was not unfamiliar with being so angry he felt red hot rage, but he had never before felt white hot rage until the moment the word mudblood fell from the Slytherin boy's tongue. It filled his body starting at his chest and going into his hands, making them pulse and his vision go hazy. He had walked up to the boy and decked him right in the face- right there in the waiting to begin classroom. It had gotten him in serious trouble but he didn’t care. He had accepted and knew those consequences would come the second the Slytherin hit the floor. He wasn’t going to let anyone mouth off about his girl, let alone in front of him and especially not when they called her a mudblood.
She had balked when he told her why his right hand was swollen and with a small break in the skin at the knuckle on his middle finger. After making him promise he wouldn’t go around punching anyone else- yes even if they did call her a mudblood, she had eagerly pushed him against the wall of the vacant hallway, taking him beyond surprise, and kissed him until he was dizzy and couldn’t think straight. If someone had asked him then for a potions equation he had already mastered he wouldn’t have been able to give them a single number.
“See the thing about that is that after that fight you kissed me and it’s a kiss I don’t think I’ll ever forget.” Her ears went red and he could only chuckle at this. “I still can’t believe me throwing a punch did it for you.”
“It wasn’t because you punched someone.” She argued, eyes down on his lips. “It’s because you punched someone for me. You defended me and I don’t know…it’s really, really hot.”
“And you want me to not punch someone else for you when you tell me how hot you think it is?” He challenged, an eyebrow raised.
“Just shut up and kiss me, Pete.”
“I can do that.” He chortled, closing the gap between them and kissing her, her cold hands pressing against his chest and sending chills down his spine.
They made out in Peter’s bed for a while, the most scandalous part of it when she let him slip his hand up her shirt and cop a feel. They hadn’t gone very far when it came to intimacy, both nervous and unsure about what they were doing. Peter didn’t want to make y/n uncomfortable or feel pressured and y/n was afraid to do something wrong or be bad at it. What they both knew was that when they were ready, they wanted their first time to be with each other.
They both knew she couldn’t stay the entire night even though neither wanted her to go.
“I’ll walk you back.”
“So you can be in even more trouble if you get caught?”
He shook his head. “I don’t care. I don’t want you walking to the other side of the castle by yourself.”
“You act like I’m going to run into you know who.”
“Don’t even joke about that.” He glared. “This isn’t up for debate.”
She sighed but didn’t argue further, though neither made any effort to move. He flittered with the idea of just staying there until the hour before sunrise and then walking her back. They could be together for a few more hours and bask in the feeling of being in a bed together. It was something he didn’t know how badly he wanted it until he had it. Having her in his arms with a thick blanket over them, their body heat mingling together and their breath mixing in the small space between them was intoxicating. He never wanted it to end. It was like nothing else existed in the world except for them in the bed. There wasn’t charms homework to stress about or people to call y/n names that made him want to punch them or curious eyes watching them. It was just them.
As he stared at her, the realization came to him sort of like a song in the background getting louder and louder until eventually he took notice of him. He realized he was in love with her. It was a lot like putting change in a vending machine; eventually you’d have enough to get what you wanted. All the pennies and nickels and dimes had added up and he was in love with y/n.
He told her when he had walked her back to Hufflepuff and she had looked at him with those big eyes that made him melt into a puddle of mush and said it back, making him wonder if it was possible to die from being in love. Peter had all but floated back to Ravenclaw, a giant smile on his face and, for the first time, holding someone’s heart in his chest instead of his own. No, his own heart was with y/n and he had hers.
The over-bubble of his potion pulled him back to the present and he shook his head, trying to salvage his work that he had been distracted from. She wasn’t even in the room and she was distracting him. She was like a mind sickness that consumed him and kept him awake at night wondering if she was thinking of him like he was her and distracted him from his potions and spells. A girl made of sunshine had put a spell on him and he never wanted it to go away.
Class ended and he slung his robe over his arm and headed for the great hall, searching for y/n as he made his way to the table, Win and Gwen already there. He sat beside them and greeted them, neck craning around the flocks of students to look for his girl who was usually already at the table.
Just as he was about to ask Gwen and Win if they had seen y/n, he felt someone sit right beside him and knew who it was.
“Hey.” She greeted everyone, voice chipper and eyes bright.
“Hi, sweetheart.” He grinned, kissing her cheek and lacing their hands together.
“Y/N, please tell me you can teach me how to do that braid.” Win gushed, eyes running up and down y/n’s hair.
Today y/n had braided her hair in a french braid, strands falling at her temples. She hadn’t done it in years but woke up feeling like it was going to be a good day so she did the braid and loved the way it looked. Peter had complimented it as they walked to her first class and she was sure she was going to do it everyday for the rest of the year.
“Oh, for sure!” She nodded. “It’s easy.”
Win squealed just as Harry was sitting down, making him wince at the high pitched noise. “We could have a girls night! I’ll sneak you guys into Gryffindor and we can do our nails and stuff.”
They all agreed and as they talked, the rest of their ground made their way to the table. Peter noticed the small chill that ran through y/n and draped his robe around her shoulders. She always got cold in the great hall and he put his robe on her during meals. She gave him a grateful smile, tugging it closer and putting her attention back on Flash who was telling some story from their second year.
It was in Peter’s last class of that day that the loud rumble shook the entire castle like an earthquake. Everyone had gone silent and perked up, unsure of what was going on. Snape bolted to the doors only for Flitwick to burst them open, startling everyone further.
“The school is under attack! Dumbledore wants all the children to be sent back to their dorms!”
Snape rushed out while the students followed, all heading in different directions in pure panic and lack of real guidance from adults.
Peter didn’t go to the Ravenclaw tower like the rest of the students in the blue ties. No, he headed for Hufflepuff. He had no idea where y/n was but he wasn’t going to be away from her when Hogwarts was under attack from who knows what. So many bad things could happen. Peter didn’t even want to think about what could happen. All he knew was that he had to get to her and he would do it no matter what. She just had to stay safe until he got there and then he would protect her. He knew how she felt about using magic to harm others but he didn’t know if that applied to those trying to harm her. Would she still raise her wand? He didn’t know. He couldn’t picture her raising her wand with intent to harm- it just wasn’t something he could see her doing. She saw the good in people and was someone who could talk anyone down from anything with just one look.
“I’m coming, y/n.” He breathed as he ran down the stairs, students fleeing past him and screams filling the air. It felt like he was in a nightmare or a horror movie that took place right in Hogwarts.
As he turned the corner after reaching the last step, he was horrified to see the main floor was in shambles. The east wall had been taken out completely, crushed brick and marble everywhere as death eaters flooded inside, fighting with professors and students, spells being cast from wands left and right.
He saw a terrified first year struggling to hold their own against an enemy and knew that he had to help. He couldn’t just let them struggle. That’s not who he was. Aunt May had been so sure that he would be sorted into Gryffindor because of his lion's heart.
Wherever y/n was, he begged that she was safe for now.
His wand out and ready, he threw an attack at the death eater that was challenging the young student. Peter battled strongly, surprised at the sheer force of his magic and the way his spells came out more powerful than the rest of the students around him. He didn’t know if it was because of how advanced he was or because of the pure adrenaline bolting through his veins or because of how he felt the need to protect every single person who couldn’t protect themselves. He’d always stood up for people before but this made him feel like he was personally responsible for the well-being of everyone. Like he was some kind of superhero.
As he was battling alongside other sixth and seventh years as well as Hogwarts faculty, he was looking for a yellow tie and the shine of his girlfriend’s hair that he would know anywhere, even in the fight of his life. Every flash of yellow had him whipping his head in that direction, this proved near deadly a couple times, and every time it wasn’t her he felt his panic rise. It was like the music in the build up of a movie scene when the bad guy is just around the corner and the main character has no idea they’re there with an axe. With a clenched jaw and tight shoulders, he relentlessly fought his way toward the kitchens, looking for y/n as he went and trying to keep his mind together. He felt like he was being pulled in two different directions; his heart and his morals. He felt obligated to help everyone who needed it and not let anyone go without aid. It was who he was and who his Uncle Ben and Aunt May raised him to be; a good man who stopped when someone needed help. But his heart…his heart was begging with him- pleading with him to forget everyone else and find the one person that made it beat inside his chest. His heart was trying to pull him in its desired direction, his chest feeling like it was being tugged at.
At what felt like the end of the world, Peter was trying to find her. He was trudging through war and death, fighting like hell to try and get to her; to try and find her. He would fight for a hundred hours, cast a thousand spells, and travel a million miles to find her. She just needed to stay breathing until he got there.
It was when he was just around the corner from the kitchens, so close to Hufflepuff his morals were starting to lose the battle to his heart, that he saw it. He’d have missed it if it hadn’t been for the light reflecting off it from someone's cast spell.
On the floor was y/n’s heart shaped locket.
Cold dread filled Peter and he could feel himself go pale. His stomach fell to his feet and his heart, the heart that had been shaking him by his shoulders and screaming at him since the damn battle had started, felt like a metal vice was squeezing on it.
She never took that golden chain off, often falling asleep with it on and only removing it to shower. It was her most important possession and something that kept her grounded and stable. She would toy with it when she was anxious, fingernail breaking open the clasp only for her to snap it right shut. The sound of it opening and closing was something that Peter had gotten used to but didn’t hear it as much as he did when they had first started dating.
The worst case scenario ran through his head and he briefly wondered who he had helped along the way that cost him y/n. Who did he trade her for? Of the dozen or so people he had helped on his way across the castle, who had been the one that he saved while the light faded from his sunshine? He would have been able to protect her and save her but he sacrificed her for someone else.
He rushed over to it, bumping into someone but paying no attention to them as he leaned down to scrape it up. The once pristine gold now had dents and nicks, the luster dimmed, and the clasp broken. Something he hadn’t seen before was the dried blood on the chain. It nearly made him drop to his knees, his body feeling as heavy as the necklace that was in his hand.
Realistically, he knew that just because she lost her necklace didn’t mean she was dead and he was desperately trying to cling to that. But something had happened to her that made her lose her locket and something had prevented her from retrieving it. The blood on the chain had to be from her. There wasn’t blood on the floor where the locket had been meaning the blood had to have already been on it when it fell off of her. If she wasn’t…dead then she was at the very least injured and that was enough to have him seething. Even if he found her alive he would still be out for blood, determined to make them spill ten times the amount of blood that they had made y/n spill. He was going to seek justice- no, revenge on everyone that had sent their wand her way.
Then Peter turned, ready to do just that, and the air was stolen from his lungs.
Coming out of the Hufflepuff corridor with others behind her was y/n.
And she was magnificent.
Her hair bounced from the force of the cast of her wand and she seemed to glow gold from the light of the sun coming through the nearby window as she fought without any trace of fear, body moving with expertise and without hesitance as if Athena herself lived within her. There was a deep cut across her collarbone that was revealed by the lack of tie and partially unbuttoned linen button up and a scrape above her eyebrow. Her left sleeve was rolled up haphazardly, like she had rolled them both up seconds before her fight began but one had fallen from combat. She was a warrior and a goddess and his y/n all at the same time. And she was alive.
Seeing her alive actually did bring him to his knees, his heart having gone through too much throughout the day to support him through another whirlwind of emotion that hit him like a train. She was alive and breathing and she was arguably holding her own. It made his shoulders sag back, weak at seeing her become a goddess. He had been picturing her hiding in a closet the entire time like a small puppy; scared and wishing for him to come. Instead she was fighting back with a strength he didn’t know she had in her. She held her wand with the most confidence he had ever seen her possess, her spells stronger than his had been. She spoke clearly and boldly with no tremor or trace of anxiety in her tone. She was leading the charge in her house. How he had underestimated her placement as a Hufflepuff, a people known to be unafraid of toil. How he had underestimated her.
Peter felt like he was watching her in slow motion and then she was looking in his direction, doing a double take at seeing him there. She sent out a forceful spell at her foe before rushing over to him and dropping down in front of him, hands cupping face and lips moving. She looked concerned, eyebrows knitted together and eyes clouded with worry. It was then that he realized she was talking to him, asking him if he was okay.
“You’re alive.” He gasped before crushing her against his chest, hands gripping her back tight and never wanting to let go. “God, I was so fuckin’ scared.”
“I know.” She breathed, fingers threading through his locks at the back of his head. “I was too. I wanted to try and find you but…”
“I know.”
Their reunion was cut short by a deatheater seeing their vulnerability and raising his wand toward them. Peter’s eyes went wide, thinking of their position. Y/N’s body was directly in front of his. She would take the hit if he didn’t make a drastic move.
But his girl- his sweet, beautiful, kind, gentle Hufflepuff surprised him again. She jumped up, her arm raised. “Expelliarmus!” She lashed and Peter watched as the enemy was disarmed. She took it a step further and cast a sectumsempra spell, harming him and causing him to turn and run. It would have been comical to see someone running away from y/n in fear if he hadn’t been so stunned and full of awe and maybe even a little turned on by the tenacity she was exuding.
Once Peter got over his shock, he was up and fighting alongside her, having her back and her having his. They defended the part of the school they could before finally it was over and what surviving enemies that still lingered realized they were losing and surrendered or escaped.
The battle-worn students and school faculty were gathered in the great hall where wounded were being taken care of and loved ones reunited. It was a sea of tears, both of relief and grief. They met up with their friends who were all well and victorious, happy to see the couple together and just as victorious. Hugs went around as well as a few tears from Win who had been worried about the two more than anyone.
Peter and y/n walked holding hands, both physically beaten but feeling alive as ever. Y/N leaned into his side as they sat on the rows of opened up bleachers. He couldn’t stop looking at her, seeing that moment when she had emerged from the hallway bathed in golden sunlight and war over and over again in his head. He saw her in a different light. He had always known she was the sun of life; keeping him warm and putting the kick in his step. But he didn’t realize until then just how rare she was now that he was seeing the other side of the sun that didn’t usually face him. She was the all smiles, spoke to everyone like they mattered more than the world, made friendship bracelets for people, purposely picked out the ugliest looking cookie on the tray just so it would get picked kind of soul. But she was also the defend her house to the death, cast out sectumsempra spells, lead the charge of the battle kind of soul. Those kinds of people who were those two sides of the same coin were rare. Once in a blue moon kind of rare. His sun was a blue moon and the irony was not lost on him.
“What?” She asked, eyeing the way he was looking at her.
“The entire time I was trying to get to you. You know, I was convinced that you were hiding in a closet somewhere? Then I get there and you’re…you’re not just fighting but you’re leading it. I had no idea you had that in you.” He mused, eyes dancing with pride.
She beamed. “I didn’t either. It just kind of happened. I didn’t even think, I guess. They tried to get in and I just started fighting.”
The memory of her locket hit him and he fished it out from his pocket. “I found this on the floor. I thought something bad happened to you when I saw it there. Had me worried for a second.” That was an understatement. But she didn’t need to know about the true heartbreak he had felt for the thirty seconds he thought the sun had set permanently.
Her face fell into relief at seeing her locket in his open palm. “Oh my god. I thought it was gone forever. Some tried to put a levicorpus spell on me but it got my necklace instead. I tried to find it but there was so much going on.”
Brushing her hair to the side, Peter wrapped the necklace around her neck and clasped it on, letting it rest on her chest where it belonged.
I couldn't find any good Hufflepuff themed home screen so I spent three days working on this
Okay so I have an idea for a writing if anyone is interested in writing it please just tag me when you do I’d love to read it.
So this is a Sirius Black x Evans! Reader or Remus Lupin x Evans! Reader. The reader is Lily’s little sister (by a year) and is a hufflepuff. She grew up being a trio with Lily and Severus and although Severus was in love with Lily, the reader had a crush on Severus for quite a while. Lily knew about her crush but always just comforted her knowing about her unrequited feelings.
Around the time of Lily and Snapes falling out (a few days before it) school had just started back for the readers 4th year. The reader spent most of her summer working extra to buy Severus some new clothes so he didn’t have to always wear the same ripped up clothes or his cloak. It took her all summer to get enough money and she confided in Lily telling her how excited she was to give him this gift.
She pulls Severus aside from the group of young death eaters he had started to associate with one day at lunch time to give him the clothes she had picked out and got for him. He coldly tells her no thanks I don’t want them. She insists kindly and tells him she worked all summer to be able to afford them, which she didn’t mind but really wanted him to accept the gift. He eventually snaps at her quite loudly and tells her something along the lines of “can’t you see I don’t want your stupid present. How desperate and pathetic can you be” to which the reader nods, quietly apologizes places the clothes on the ground in front of them tells him quietly while all are staring “I’m sorry, throw them away if you don’t want them” then walks off super quickly to cry somewhere quiet.
Sirius or Remus, who had had a major crush on her since 2nd year is the one to comfort her and make her smile and laugh. They become good friends as well as Remus or Sirius as she starts to heal after deciding not to be friends with Severus anymore, especially after Lily went to stand up for her a day or 2 later and that lead to their falling out as well where he screamed that she was a mudblood. Suprisingly enough, Sirius gets off his playboy stuff (or Remus starts to become more confident in himself) and a love blossoms between the reader and him where he treats her like there is no other girl in the world. She’s finally happy, she has a relationship like no other, good friendships where Lily and her are closer than ever and Remus or Sirius is her other bestfriend.
Around this time, Severus realizes not only did he mess up with Lily, but he feels really bad for the way he treated the reader because he sees how happy she is with Sirius or Remus but also any time James or Sirius go to bully him, she still tells them to stop and gives them just a certain look. Because of her, Sirius and James barely ever bully’s him anymore.
I’d say this paragraph ^ would be best in snapes pov but all the others from the readers. Would love some good fluff from moments of Sirius or Remus and reader falling in love. I’m a sucker for angst and fluff combined. Hopefully someone will be intrigued enough to write this 🫶🏻
Hufflepuff. I can never tell if I’m a slytherin or hufflrpuff. On the offical quiz, Ive gotten slytherine twice and hufflepuff once. Why do I have such a weird combo??? I dont understand...
HERE is the full version of the current pottermore sorting quiz with all the possible questions gathered into one. the only real way of finding out which house you’re really in
But imagine...
Sad gryffindors trying to cheer up by telling themselves over and over again that they are brave and that they will get through it. That they will never give up and that they know that they can do it. Sitting in the common room and starring into the fire , reminding themselves that after every night comes a new dawn. They would snuggle themselves into the big, red, fluffy blanket that lie around during winter time and wait for the house elves to tell them that they do a good job. In return the elves would beam at them , get the some hot cocoa and scones and tell them what a kind soul they are. That they can cry, that they don’t have to be strong all the time even though that it what their house is known for.
Helpless hufflepuffs that are curled up in the herbology room close their eyes to inhale the soothing scent of flowers and herbs and spices. Magical plants that shower them in golden, flying drops and wipe away their tears. Fireflies would light up the dark in the room and the flowers would start to glow. The old plants would start to hum and to sing and make the pain of being at a loss go away. Hufflepuffs being comforted by they steady pulse of nature breathing in and out. Hufflepuffs showing their vulnerable side to magical flowers that would bury them in little, colourful pedals and tickle them to make them smile that beautiful smile again.
Clueless Ravenclaws . So when they have a block in their mind they accio their broom into their room and go for a flight just before the dawn. They are joined by testhrals and after the battle of hogwarts almost everyone can see them. They would be in the middle of the pack and be escorted to a safe place in the woods where they could sit down in silence and listen to the sounds of the forest. The creatures would lean into the pupils and comfort them with the presence. Ravenclaws being able to let go and fully relax and start thinking like a normal person again. The animals watching over them and making sure they get back safely.
Lonely Slytherins, when the pressure of making sure to always be the first and the best threatens to break them they sneak out of the castle at night and go down to the lake. They would sit in silence under the nightsky and stars and listen to the swapping of the waves. The merfolk would always watch them and when they deemed the time to be right they would swim to the students and take them by the hand, pull them into the water and swim with them. They would give them gillyweed and they could dive into the dark depths where mystical, magical creatures roamed and glowed and the squid would make sure that they are always safe and they would only be able to leave the lake when they were truly at ease and the voices in their heads were gone.
MAGICAL CREATURES BEING THERE TO HELP THE STUDENTS. MAGICAL BEAST BEING SWEETHEARTS AND CARING DARLINGS TO MAKE SURE THAT THESE TINY , LITTLE HUMAN BEINGS WOULD HAVE A BETTER LIVE THEN THEY HAD.
What would you say to people who are disappointed that they have been sorted into Hufflepuff? (x)
Saturn is my Master of the Nativity and that’s why I’m a Ravenclaw.
I like the soundtrack to this tik tok, so I’m posting it to show you guys.
There’s not really a reason for this but almost every fandom has a Harry Potter au and I was curious to see what house people think Gregory would be in
You are a true Ravenclaw if you know the struggles of sneaking to the kitchen at 5 am to have coffee without waking up your parents. It's freaking art!
Shut the fuck up, birds!
-A Ravenclaw at 4 am, watching buzzfeed vids
What do you think of how Slytherin was flirting with the other houses and got flirted back?
I can imagine Hufflepuff didn’t realize they flirted with them and thought they were just complementing them.
I think Slytherin just randomly flirts with the other houses to see how they react.
Ravenclaw is either clueless and doesn't get that they were flirting or knows Slytherin is flirting and deliberately acts as if they don't know. If they know Slytherin is trying to get a reaction out of them and would rather let them suffer in silence than anything.
Gryffindor either flirts back to see how Slytherin will react or gets irritated at their constant fake flirtations.
Hufflepuff doesn't get that Slytherin is flirting and ends up flirting back accidentally in a way that makes Slytherin lose their mind.
As a Slytherclaw stan, I believe Slytherin and Ravenclaw don't flirt in public but are really good at it behind the scenes.
Hufflepuff: *sneezes*
Slytherin: here *gives handkerchief*
Hufflepuff: you are so nice!
Slytherin: NO I AM NOT. I didn't want any germs from you. That's why I gave you a handkerchief.
Hufflepuff: :)
Ravenclaw: *gets papercut* ouch
Slytherin: *puts bandage on* I fucking hate you. Why do you hurt yourself all the time?
Ravenclaw: *whispers* how did you get in my house?
Slytherin: Gryffindor is stupid.....an idiot....useless
Someone: yeah, I agree. Gryffindor sucks
Slytherin: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT GRYFFINDOR?
(Headcanon: Slytherin is a soft Tsundere)
What would you do in a trolley problem? Hit the 5 people in your way or save them and hit a spectator?
Hufflepuff: I would not like to hit anyone but if I had to.....the spectator. Because killing one person is better than 5.
Gryffindor: I would hit the 5 people, it would be wrong to kill an innocent bystander.
Ravenclaw: try to stop the trolley somehow or else jump off the trolley, I can't handle responsibility.
Slytherin: hit the 5 people, then reverse the trolley and hit the spectator. No witness, no crime.
Gryffindor: So, guys what's our plan?
Slytherin: having a plan is lame, let's improvise.
Hufflepuff: it's Ravenclaw's birthday so let them decide....
Gryffindor: I was thinking Raven can do with some more friends, I will invite all my 300 friends to the party.
Slytherin: I was thinking about a masquerade. Something dramatic like Ravenclaw.
Hufflepuff: but guys they hate party or crowded event and noise...
Gryffindor: you know what I am thinking about...
Slyhterin: Fireworks!!!!
Gryffindor: it will be our best party yet!
Ravenclaw to Hufflepuff (via text): this is why I avoid people.
Is killing someone wrong?
Slyherin: No.
Gryffindor: I mean there are some people that need to be uh....eliminated.
Ravenclaw: depends on the person and if you can get away with it.
Hufflepuff: YES!!!!!
the question being what he valued most when he was 11: loyalty & hard work wins out (i've seen justice and patience also attributed?)
little man has always valued loyalty to your loved ones, wanted justice for his family, grew up in the circus and then proceeded to shape the future of heroism as three apples tall of kickass so you know he's putting in that work
I need to know something
I want to see how many agree with me-
True that :] Idk what an Apollo Kid is, but I’d definitely also fit in with them lmao
It's hard being the Hufflepuff Apollo kid INFP weeb of the family but someone has to be
Hufflepuff Headcanons
-enjoy the bubblebaths on the third floor -new aged ones have ipods with nothing but music and hundreds of pictures on them -puffs bring out the fangirls in ravenclaw -make a lot of the blankets and repair everything around the common room and dorms/make there own clothes and are REALLY good at it -have doodle wars and play tic tac toe on a piece of parchment during class with eachother when they are finished taking notes and what not -leave small pieces of parchment with complements on them and they float around the castle brightning peoples day -when there's a heartbreak from another house the entire puff clan gets involved and goes out of there way to give them the worst month possible -anti-pranks on first years to may them feel more at home -late night deep conversations in the common room and the occasional slumber party -girl sesions for makeovers and such for cheering up purposes or the night before a big event
And honestly, it's true, I am great at finding things when I'm not looking for them, like you can have been looking for something for months and I'll find it in a matter of minutes accidentally, but if I don't already have an idea of where something I'm actually looking for is, it's like trying to find the lost city of Atlantis
honestly the harry potter fandom is so wild like we’ve all collectively refused to accept cursed child as canon but some college kids tell us hufflepuffs are particularly good finders and we don’t even question it