ravnclaws:

• it is february 1980 when they meet at a funeral
• they are two red-haired women, one pureblood and one muggleborn, but neither of them care because blood does not matter
• (except that it does. except that this whole stupid war is about blood)
• they are two red-haired women with the future of the wizarding world growing in their bellies

• and this is how it goes
  

• gideon and fabian prewett go into the ground that day
• molly, the last remaining prewett, feels like she’s drowning
  
• (and although she is now a weasley, she will always be a prewett)
• arthur’s hand in hers reminds her that she is not alone (far from it, in fact), but it does not ease the pain, the grief of losing all that was left of her family in one fell swoop
• there is a stream of endless platitudes and consolations, so repetitive and meaningless that they blend into one another
  
• (and she feels awful for the ones she has offered in the past)
• (sometimes words mean so little)
• she tries to tune it all out. sometimes she mutters, ‘thank you,’ towards her feet, but mostly she is silent
  
• ‘when are you due?’
• it is the only question that cuts through because it is so thoroughly unexpected, especially at a funeral
• looking up, she meets a pair of brilliant green eyes, softened with sympathy in this moment
• (but she knows just by looking at her that this woman can be hard, so hard and strong when she wants to be)
• (and behind the woman stands a tall, bespectacled man with black hair, wilder and messier than hair really has a right to be, and she knows immediately that they are lily and james potter, who gideon and fabian talked about because of how bright and brave and in love they are)
  
• when she does not answer, lily tries again, ‘you are pregnant, right? this isn’t some awful, social faux pas where i’ve asked a woman if she’s pregnant when she’s not, right?’
• james sniggers and lily elbows him in the stomach
  
• (and she wonders about these two, clearly so young, too young, for war and for a baby and for merlin knows what else might be coming)
• (but she sees the way he holds her hand reverently, and the way she looks up at him reproachfully, her eyes betraying her amusement and embarrassment, and how he smiles and she smiles back and molly may as well not be there because they are so in love and damn the war)
  
• ‘march,’ she eventually answers and the anxiety in lily’s face melts away
  
• then molly casts her eyes downwards and smiles
• ‘and you?’
• ‘august,’ she answers, glowing like only a woman who is creating life can
• lily’s hand skims across her stomach, the instinctual action of a woman whose belly is full of baby
  
• (and molly would know, she has patted her own belly too many times to count)
• ‘well, i guess our children will be going to hogwarts together, then,’ molly muses aloud
  
• ‘maybe they’ll be best friends,’ lily smirks
• and, for a moment, molly feels lighter because it is so reassuring to talk about the future in this way, to think about her children growing up in a world where they’re safe and happy and blood doesn’t matter and they can be whatever they choose to be
  
• ‘potter and weasley,’ james is staring dreamily at the sky before dropping his gaze back down and grinning widely
• ‘hogwarts won’t know what hit it.’

• she never sees them again

• her hands shake when she reads about them in the daily prophet
• and she cries when she thinks about how they were bright and brave and so young
  
• (too young and so in love)
• (and now gone too soon)
• she never forgets, but the memory does fade, the memory of meeting a vivacious couple on one of the worst days of her life and how they gave her hope for a future when the word future felt like taboo
  
• and it doesn’t happen the way any of them had predicted, but it happens
• because ron writes home in september 1991, talking about how he made friends with harry potter and how he stuffed himself silly on the hogwarts express because harry was generous and cool and being friends with him was easy and natural
• so she thinks of lily and how she rubbed her belly, green eyes alight with hope
  
• and she thinks of james and his cheeky grin and what he said that day
  
• ‘potter and weasley. hogwarts won’t know what hit it.’

• and she smiles

rowle:

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kid!flintwood with a treehouse, which was made into a muggle au because reasons and ended up having very little treehouse, regrettably

• Marcus and Oliver live in a backwater town called Green Billows
• there was this kid named Tom years ago who was obsessed with (but bad at) french, so the town was immortalized as “Gonfler Vert” which modulated to “Goinfrer Verrue” which mean “Hog Wart” and damn if the children didn’t find that hilarious
• and so the town is called Hogwarts, now, at least by the kids
  
• the grown ups hate it so much but what can they do
• the teenagers are too “cool” for that, but they ironically call is “Hogs Mead” because they are lit as shit man they’re Grown Up and Too Cool
  
• they think they’re original & edgy
• (no one corrects them)
• teenagers, am I right
• there are 4 schools in the town, they’re all very small
  
• Small Town Drama happened and no one would talk about it
• and everyone involved is now dead but they keep the drama Alive bc honestly their lives are kinda boring

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flurishandblotts:

James loves Lily best at 6 am on a Tuesday, when she burrows under the covers and murmurs something to herself before slipping back into a deeper sleep. He hates getting out of bed and leaving her. He presses a kiss to her forehead before he goes.

James loves Lily best at noon on a Saturday, when they carry their sandwiches outside and eat them in the grass and the sunlight is tangling through her hair and turning it golden. He can’t help but reach out to tuck a silky strand behind her ear. 

James loves Lily best at 8 pm on a Monday, when she’s curled up barefooted on the couch with a book tucked in her lap and she’s pulling her lower lip between her teeth in concentration. He’s polishing his broomstick but he’s also watching her, transfixed.

James loves Lily best at 9 am on a Sunday, when her hands are clutched around her favorite mug and the steam curls up around her face as she smiles at him or at something he’s said. He smiles back because it seems like all he can do when she’s around.

James loves Lily best at 5 pm on a Wednesday, when she’s padding around the kitchen for a little of this and a little of that to add to the pot. He slips up behind her and pulls her close, dropping his nose into the crown of her head until he’s filled with the smell of her.

James loves Lily best at midnight on a Friday, when they’re out late with friends and her laughter rings out like bells and makes her green eyes dance. The rest of the world has become a little bit hazy, but he sees her so clearly she might as well be the only other person in the room.

James loves Lily best at 3 pm on a Thursday, when she pulls him up by the hand and drags him outside because it’s too nice of a day to spend it indoors. He slips his fingers between hers and their linked hands swing gently between them. He can’t remember when he was happier.

James loves Lily best.

punkrockremus:

James Potter sat up in the wizard afterlife just watching Fred and George fucking shit up like:

• LILY THEY HAVE THE MAP
• LILY LOOK AT THE SWAMP THATS BLOODY BRILLIANT
• HAHA FUCK FILCH
• HAHA FUCK UMBRIDGE
• FUCKING INSANE ASS FIREWORKS LILY LOOK HOW FAR PRANKING HAS EVOLVED
• I COULD HAVE IMPROVED MY PRANKING EFFICIENCY BY 47% IF HAD WEASLEYS WIZARDS WHEEZES
• NO FRED DIED

Then when Fred comes to the afterlife James is like I’m a big fan of your work, btw I’m Prongs no need to thank me.

punkrockremus:

James Potter sat up in the wizard afterlife just watching Fred and George fucking shit up like:

• LILY THEY HAVE THE MAP
• LILY LOOK AT THE SWAMP THATS BLOODY BRILLIANT
• HAHA FUCK FILCH
• HAHA FUCK UMBRIDGE
• FUCKING INSANE ASS FIREWORKS LILY LOOK HOW FAR PRANKING HAS EVOLVED
• I COULD HAVE IMPROVED MY PRANKING EFFICIENCY BY 47% IF HAD WEASLEYS WIZARDS WHEEZES
• NO FRED DIED

Then when Fred comes to the afterlife James is like I’m a big fan of your work, btw I’m Prongs no need to thank me.