5pm

pairing:harry potter x gryffindor!reader

wordcount:226

warnings:injury -  but it’s not descriptive, confident!reader (just in case we have some shy bean readers lmao)

a/n:You’re a Gryffindor for the sake of this fic, but there’s a choice for which house you were against in the match, hope that’s okay!! :)

“Hey, Harry.” You stand behind your teammate, waiting for a reply.

Harry turns slightly to look up at you. He swallows a mouthful of pudding before responding. “Uh- hello… Y/N.”

You smile, then point to his sling. “You alright?”

Harry looks like a malfunctioning robot as he looks down at his arm, up at you, then at his arm again. “I’m… uh, fine. Are you?”

You glance down at your bandaged knee. Harry looks too, but when your eyes land on him, he pretends to look at his plate instead.

“I’m great. I’m used to taking beatings out there. I always seem to be a target for the *opposite house choice*’s. Anyway, you got it worse, Potter.”

“Eh…” Harry shrugs. “I’ll be fine in a few days.”

You nod. “Hopefully. Good game, though, right?”

“Yeah.. you- you were great.”

“But was I the one who caught the snitch?” You grin and then reach into your pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. “Here. You’ve been avoiding me lately, Harry. So, we’re going to meet up later, yeah?”

Harry stutters. “Sorry- yeah, I- um… okay.”

“Okay?”

Harry nods. You laugh and then bend down to plant a kiss on his unharmed cheek. “See you later.” You have a slight limp as you walk away, smirking.

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Meet me by the owlery

5 pm

Y/N xo

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Sacrifice

pairing:harry potter x deceased!reader

word count:195

warnings:death, grief

a/n: i got yelled at for this one on wattpad, lmao. sorry!

Harry hits the ground with your body in his arms. His grip on you doesn’t loosen even a little. The cheers of your fellow students slowly die down.

Suddenly, a girl screams, deafeningly loud. Celebrations turn to whispered voices of worry, confusion, and shock.

“What’s going on?”

“A student has died.”

“What happened?”

“Is that- is that Y/N?”

Dumbledore rushes over to Harry’s side. He attempts to pull him away from your still-warm skinned body.

“No! No!” Harry screams, refusing to let go.

Dumbledore stops trying and, instead, kneels by Harry’s side.

“S/he asked me to bring her/his body back! I couldn’t leave her/him. Not there. S-S/he died for me. If it wasn’t for Y/N, I-”

Dumbledore strokes a hand over Harry’s hair, attempting to soothe his pain. “It’s alright, Harry. I understand. S/he’s home. You both are.”

“Y/N..” Harry continues to cry as friends and teachers gather around the harrowing scene.

Dumbledore gently closes your eyes, one hand still resting on your shoulder afterward. And several minutes later, Harry is finally coaxed away from your lifeless form. But not before he kisses your cheek, whispering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Th-thank you. I’ll never forget.”

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Chocolate Frogs

pairing: ron weasley & harry potter x reader

word count:315

warnings:none

a/n:hi! :)

“Excuse me?” You mutter nervously. “C- can I join you? Everywhere else is full up.”

The ginger boy stuffs a handful of Bertie Botts’ every flavour beans into his mouth, nodding. The other boy, who is wearing circular glasses, gestures to the empty seat opposite them.

“Of course.” He introduces himself. “I’m Harry.” He then points to his friend. “And this is Ron.”

Ron smiles at you. “Alright, there.”

“Y/N.” You answer through a whisper.

“What was that?”

“Oh, umm…” You clear your throat. “Y/N. Sorry. I guess I’m q- quite nervous.”

“That’s alright, Y/N.” Harry picks up a chocolate frog from the pile of sweet treats lying beside the two boys. “Here. Would you like one?”

“Sure.” Harry throws it over, and you catch it with perfect ease. “Thank you.”

You barely catch what Ron says next, through a mouthful of more beans. “Jus.. stick w.. us, you’ll be.. -good.”

You sit down opposite them, placing your *pet choice* next to you in their cage.

Harry leans forward, looking inside and smiling. “Who’s this?”

“This is *pet’s name*. S/he’s quite shy. Like me, I suppose.”

“I’m a little nervous as well. I don’t know anything about being a wizard.”

Ron wipes some stray chocolate from his face and speaks up. “Lucky for me, I have brothers who have told me all about Hogwarts.”

You smile back at Ron and then look back to Harry. “That is lucky. I’m in the same boat as Harry. I only found out I was a witch a few weeks ago.”

Harry offers you another frog, seeing that you’ve finished the last. You take it with a grin. He looks between you and Ron. “Well, we can stick with each other and be clueless together.”

You giggle, thinking about how glad you are now that the rest of the seats on the train were full. “Sounds good to me.”

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Silver Kisses

pairing:harry potter x reader

word count:423

warnings:none

a/n: [P] = your Patronus. Mine’s a Hummingbird, what’s yours? I’m curious

‘Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember.

Allow it to fill you up.

Think of the happiest thing you can.’

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Harry’s instructions repeat over and over in your mind as you search for the perfect memory to use. You turn to glance around the room. Most of your friends have already cast their Patronus. They’re flying, running, galloping, or bouncing around the air as the witches and wizards watch them in awe.

You close your eyes tight, wand at the ready. Your heart flutters when you choose a particular memory of yourself and Harry together. You know it’s the one to use when you open your eyes and catch the reflection of yourself smiling in the mirrored wall.

You clear your throat before speaking clearly, “Expecto Patronum!”

On your very first try, a silvery stream of light appears from your wand. Out of it comes [P]. You watch it runs around you for a few seconds, making you giggle.

It then runs/flies around the room, circling Ginny and Hermione. Then it swerves before Ron, Fred, and George. The [P] finally runs/flies past Luna before swooshing over Harry’s head as he ducks.

He steps back, admiring it. His face widens into a grin, and he looks over at you. “Fantastic, Y/N!” He exclaims. “Truly, amazing!”

You nod happily. “Thank you!”

Your focus diminishes when Harry steps closer to you. The [P] slowly disappears, all or your concentration now on him instead.

“Must have been a good memory.” Harry lays a hand on your arm. “What were you thinking of?” You pause for a moment, wondering if you should tell him. His hand leaves your arm, and you shiver, like you are cold without his touch. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“You.” You blurt out before switching to a whisper. “Us.. our, uh.. kiss the other day.”

You feel your cheeks flush a little, and Harry full-on grins at you. “Really?”

You nod. “Truly.. one of the best memories I have.”

In a second of confidence, you wink at him. He laughs and then steps back into the middle of the room. He goes back into 'professor mode’ - still smiling. “Okay, Y/N. Concentrate. Remember, your Patronus can only protect you for as long as you stay focused.”

You picture the night of your first kiss once more, and Harry watches you in wonder when [P] appears almost instantly, then runs/flies around the room for a second time, looping around the two of you in figure eights for a few moments.

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HP Males HeadCanons with Ron, Harry, and Tom.

Prompt by me: Little autumn quirks.

Ron Weasley

• Knowing him, he would have the best sweaters for autumn. Sweaters of various red and brown knitts courtesy of his mum.
• He would take you back to the burrow to show you his mum’s decorations of pumpkins and scarecrows that litter their home.
• The Burrow wafted the scent of cloves and cinnamon when you open the door. Homemade apple cider would be sitting on the counter still warm waiting for you to take a sip thanks to his mum once again. She even gave the family recipe to try to make it yourself.
• Fall photos are a must for him. He would need to send them out to his family members around the world.
• Indulging in the art of pumpkin carving is definitely on his list of things to do around this time. Maybe even a pumpkin patch. Picking the biggest pumpkin is what he does with no questions asked.

Harry James Potter

• It was a sensitive time for Harry when it came to fall. He sorta dreaded it. He would think about his parents a lot and would take you to visit his parents graves exactly on October 31st. Bringing a blanket and a thermos of a warm drink to sit down by their gravestones. You and Harry would chit-chat to them. Talking about everything and everyone. A bittersweet moment that made you sob quietly when you got home. You sob so quietly to not worry Harry because he still had a heavy burden on his shoulders.
• He’s tired because he’s always out and about so spending time at home with you was everything to him. He would take holiday in the month of October. It’s well deserved for him and you to be together around this time. October was more important to him then the month December.
• He would spend time making a playlist for the two of you. You best know he put the classics, Sweater weather by The Neighborhood and 505 by Arctic Monkeys on it.
• Pumpkin scented candles and hot baths. He loves to take them with you. It’s what he describes as a perfect night. He gets to be close to you and relax in a safe environment filled in a home of festivities that he never had.

Tom Riddle

• He’s into wearing the coat aspect of Autumn. Being able to wear one and not break a sweat. The cold nips him that forces himself to wrap the coat around him tighter as he sees his breath roll out of his mouth when he breathes. When he’s with you, he’ll hold on of your hands in his coat pockets. Far enough from being public affection since he doesn’t like drawing attention but close enough so people know your his.
• He takes you to one of the spots that he happened to find by chance where you could have a stunning view of the golden red leaves trickle their way down to the ground floor that make little piles of multicoloured leaves. He stand around to watch you fool around and kick the leaves up with your feet to watch them settle back down again. Originally, he didn’t want to take you here since it was out of his way but nonetheless he was content that he did.
• He’s kinda lost on what to do when it comes to this type of this. He wasn’t raised to enjoy it nor did he have money too. It felt uncomfortable to him so he was stiff in anything he participated in. He just wants you to smile for him even if that ment over-eating on sweet tasting pumpkin treats that you whipped up in the kitchen.
• He just wanted to settle down with you to watch cloud covered skies that rolled by that dribbled rain here and there.

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HP Males Imagine with Draco and Harry

Prompt by me: Feeling Autumn.

Draco Malfoy

Crunchy orange leaves, pumpkins, and spice. That’s all you needed to enjoy the chilly days that pasted by. Draco didn’t understand the obsession but he went along with your decorations. He did enjoy the happiness it brought out in him. Just drinking a hot pumpkin flavour drink you made and wrapped up in a blanket with you was all he needed. When you brought out the matching forest green and burnt orange sweaters is when he got weak in the knees. Seeing you in any green got him excited. He would suggest doing a front yard camping trip to fully enjoy the leaves changing colours before they fell off the trees one by one. Seeing your eyes glimmer was worth the pain. He enjoyed autumn when it rained. The smell of rain and the colours were breathtaking. He could watch it drip down the window for hours with you. It was comforting to be able to relax with you in his arms.

Harry James Potter

He would definitely help you put up the decor. Holidays are his thing because they weren’t enjoyable as a kid for him. He loved how simple little items that sat in the attic could flipped the mood of the season. Setting the ambiance was in his blood. He loved smelling the cloves and apple cider that were in the air. Burning a bonfire was on his check list that would have to get checked off. You sat on the porch wearing an oversized red plaid sweater drinking your hot cinnamon stick water as he chopped firewood. Magic can do anything but sometimes the muggle way was the right choice. You waited for him to get it lit in the firepit so you didn’t have to wait in the cold. Refilling up your mug before making your way to sit next to him once the fire crackled and popped. The woodsy scent filled the air. Sighing in contentment when he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer to steal a sip of your drink.

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