#hogwarts

so, I’ve been thinking… Faerie Folk and royalty represents Slytherin, and Vampires definitely represents Ravenclaw.

But as for Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, I’m lost. Anyone wants to guess??

once a king or queen of narnia, always a king or queen of narnia

My favorite place.

My girl Kat

Sirius: Are you just going to keep getting smarter and weirder?

Regulus: I don’t know.

Sirius: Well, can you tone it down a little bit? ‘Cause I can’t keep up with all these butt-kickings.

Regulus:what?

Sirius: Well, at least twice a day I have to whoop-ass on some kid calling you a weirdo. Honestly, it’s exhausting .

Regulus: *voice cracking* You beat up people 'cause they call me a weirdo?

Sirius: The last kid, he was a freak anyways. He was in no position to throw out names.

Regulus:Sirius…

Sirius:Yeah?

Regulus: Thank you

Sirius: for what?

It never really hit me how sad Harry Potter was.
He lost his parents at 2 years old. Forced to grow up with a family who hated him.

Finally at 15 he had a God father, an uncle he never remembered, a chance to have a family. Only for him to get torn away a year later and the year after that his Honorary uncle to die. For him.

A kid at 16 who was forced into a role a never wanted. A child who was forced to fight when all he wanted was a family

Walking around Craigmillar Park in Edinburgh after the snow.

February 2021

Winter at Craigmillar Castle, 2021

Slytherin phone case

October 2019

Sorry for my lack of updating! I promise I’m working on it. Work has just been killing me this past week and I’ve been working on a big home project that left me no time. Bammie’s moodboard is complete, I just have to write the profile. Hopefully tomorrow night I’ll have it up. Thanks for all your kind words and support!

~ Pan

So, I’m basically going to be doing a GOT7 Harry Potter Au…sort of. It’s going to be a moodboard series. And each moodboard will come with its own…storyish…thing…attached with it. As this is a Markson blog it will obviously be a Markson centered fic, but the other members will be there too.

The first seven post will consist of each member and their Hogwarts profile. Sorting, wand, patronus, blah blah. You get it. I have Mark just about finished so that’ll be up relatively soon. In the meantime, if you have any requests for other stories, moodboards, fics, drabbles, scenarios, reactions, WHATEVER that involves Mark, Jackson, or both just let me know and I’ll do that as well.

Thanks guys! (:

Neville focuses on building a staff that not only he, but the students in the castle can trust indiscriminately. Part of that includes building a network of support that wasn’t present in the castle in his childhood. 

Parvati Patil is Hogwarts’ first career adviser and guidance counselor, and Cho Chang becomes an excellent school psychiatrist. Neville also works with the Muggle Liason Office at the Ministry of Magic to get permission to get Muggle parents more involved with their children’s lives at school, even going so far as to organize tour groups for the families of Muggleborn students. 

Various other specialists make their way into the castle under Neville: a Muggleborn education reformist who implements multicultural practices within the school curriculum and offer diversity training and resources for teachers and students, a Dean of students whose job is to make discipline within the school consistent and fair, as well as others who come and go with their reform. 

The new resources make the Prefect position more meaningful, now that there is someone to turn a trouble student toward. With the increase in the enthusiasm of the program, Neville decides to hire someone with a leadership background as the Prefect’s adviser. It helps the health of the school to have Prefects who know what they’re doing as leaders and role models among their peers.

The changes are made out of love for the school, rather than contempt for it, and they make the castle and the students much safer and happier. 

Word Count: 800+

Genre:Fluff

Warnings:None

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: Years after the war, you teach Draco the patronus charm.

Requested:Yes!

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I’ve been absent for so long, just haven’t been in a place mentally to write. This is just a little drabble of something that was requested that I thought would be a really cute piece to come back to! I’m working on all requests I have in my inbox right now, so if you sent one it’ll definitely be posted soon! Thanks for your patience. <3

The small wisp from his wand was more than he’d ever expected to see, more than he could ever hope for. He turns to you, a smile brighter than the sun on his face. You grin back, but inside you cheer harder than you let on. You’d been standing in the garden for around an hour now with Draco, trying to teach him the patronus charm- the one thing he could never seem to master at Hogwarts.

“I’m doing it!” He exclaims as he produces another light wisp.

“You need something a tad more powerful, darling,” you smile, leaning against the small wooden gate. “Something that lights you up.”

“I just keep coming back to you,” he confesses, waving his wand again, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

 The two of you had been married almost immediately after the war, choosing to stick by each other’s side instead of waiting. It’s been the greatest four years of your life- he still gives you butterflies in your stomach and you still take his breath away.

 “What are you thinking about?” You pry, trying and failing to hide your smile.

 “Our wedding night,” he smiles, mostly to himself. “But I think maybe finding you in the castle alive could work better.”

~

Your mind is suddenly taken back to being seventeen years old. A light breeze blows through your hair as you stand amongst the battle, watching from the edge of it all, not wanting to get involved but knowing you must.

 So, you dive in. You charge forward with your wand outstretched, a cathartic battle cry ripping from your lips as you join the fight. You battle fiercely, never once backing down, even as you’re backed into corners or ganged up on. So many other students had your back during the battle.

 Not once did you stop fighting, not once did you break down. Not once. But not once did you think about Draco, only staying alive so that someday, should he find you again, you could tell him just how much he meant to you.

 When the fighting ceases, when it comes down to just Harry Potter and Voldemort, when Harry wins, the world feels a little bit lighter. It feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. With the breeze still blowing and the sun beginning to set, you take a moment to just be- to embrace the world for what it is and thank Merlin that you made it out alive. It was an overwhelming need to give back, to hug even your enemies and make peace.

 So, you help move the bodies, some moving with magic, but most moving with your bare hands. You pick up the wounded, you pick up the dead and carry them into the Great Hall so their loved ones can say goodbye and hopefully make the peace you were trying to conjure on your own.

 It was then, after setting down the last of the bodies- a Ravenclaw boy- that you heard the shrill sound of Draco’s voice. You turn, almost as if in slow motion and watch as he hits his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your knees and resting his forehead on your stomach. This was the first time he ever showed any kind of raw emotion around you, the first time he didn’t have it completely together, and that alone had your eyes watering.

 Instantly, you wrap your arms around the back of his head so you can hold him to you.

 “I’m so glad you’re alive,” he says through a hiccup. “I love you so much.”

 ~

“Y/N?” Draco asks, snapping you out of your memory. You look up at him, the warmth spreading through your chest. “Everything alright, darling?”

 “Yeah,” you smile. You raise your wand and release your patronus, smiling at Draco as your black swan produces from the tip, circling you affectionately.

 “Show off,” Draco mutters.

 “Think about that day,” you tell him, your eyes starting to water as you remember the anxiety in Draco’s voice as he called out to you. “Think about that moment. It’s what I think about.”

 Draco swallows once and nods. “If you think it’ll work.”

 “It will,” you smile.

 “I would like to make it interesting,” he smirks. “If this works and you’re right, we start trying for a baby. If not, we wait another year.”

 “I can take that bet,” you grin, knowing the two of you wanted a baby more than anything in the world right now.

 Draco braces himself, that stupid smirk still on his face. He takes a deep breath and you watch him draw in the moment before shouting “Expecto Patronum!”. A more solid, wispy blue black mamba escapes his wand. It dances around him, slithering around his ankles and between your legs before dissipating.

 “Draco!” You exclaim, watching as the grin splits onto his face. “Draco, you did it!”

 “Merlin, I did it!” He jumps once, then runs to you and lifts you off the gate to spin you around, sharing his excitement. “I couldn’t have done it without you, darling.”

 “That was all you,” you smile.

 Draco, keeping you in his arms, walks through the gate and towards your less than meager cottage.

 “What should we name our little one, then?”

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Word Count: 1.7k+

Pairing:Draco x Reader

Genre:Fluff

Warnings:None

Requested:Yes (Request here! They’re open!)

Your fourth year at Hogwarts was filled with twists and turns and surprises that not even you could really fathom. The biggest surprise was finally accepting your own feelings for the Slytherin boy, Draco Malfoy. But with him comes years of family trauma and sadness, the stigma of a bully, and a love that you never knew you needed or thought you deserved. Draco loves you like none other. He’s your anchor. You’re his. You grow together in a way that you never thought possible.

“Forever,” he whispers in your ear every night as he kisses your forehead.

Fifth year comes and although it’s filled with darkness and gloom, Draco is your beacon of light. You run to him when the days get bad, when the nights get long or when you just need a reason to smile. Draco shields you from the bad, holds you all night long. There’s plenty of nights where you sneak together to his dormitory from the Common Room, limbs and lips tangled together like you wouldn’t wake up tomorrow.

“Forever,” he whispers in your ear as he holds you close to him.

Sixth year comes and Draco stands in front of you, his eyes full of unshed tears and sorrowful gazes. He holds your hands in his and you know what’s coming next no matter how hard you try and banish the thought. You shake your head, begging him not to say the words.

“It’s over, Y/N,” he whispers, his jawline hardening. “You aren’t safe with me anymore. I can’t protect you anymore. This is goodbye.”

The tears roll down your cheeks and your voice is caught in your throat. Your heart is in your stomach and the world feels like it’s slipping through your fingertips.

“You said forever,” you whisper now, watching the tears fall from his eyes as he stares at you, drinking you in like it would be the last.

“Forever,” he swallows. He turns on his heels, leaving you alone in the corridor.

You sink to your knees, the first sob of the breakup escaping your throat. You clutch your chest, hoping you could hold your own heart together. There would never be enough magic in the world to cure the feeling of heartbreak.

~

The days pass in a blur. They pass so fast you barely notice the change in the air, the added evils the wizarding world seems to be dealing with daily. You don’t notice the way Draco looks a little paler than usual. Or the way his black suits almost hang from his slender body. And you definitely don’t notice the emptiness of his eyes, or the way he looks at you longingly from across the Potions classroom. Or maybe you do notice. Maybe you notice everything, and that’s the problem.

Draco makes sure you don’t notice the winding snake now crawling up his left forearm and he makes sure you don’t notice the way his world seemed colorless now, or how he breaks down in the boy’s dormitory more often than not. No, he would never let you see him like this. Not because of his pride, or because he’d seem weak. No, he wouldn’t let you see him like this because he knows you’re stronger than he is. You always have been, and you always will be. You would throw yourself into it without hesitation, and then how would he keep you safe?

~

Damn him, damn Voldemort, damn Harry Potter. You can’t even really function anymore. Everyone is on high alert, waiting for Voldemort to attack, but you’re on high alert, waiting for the exact moment that Draco will break. You know it’s coming. You see it in his posture. In the way he holds himself a little bit stiffer, his chin a little bit higher. His tone is clipped and he walks past Weasley without making one comment. Something is off.

But no, you can’t follow him. You can’t check on him because forever doesn’t exist for you two anymore. Because forever was a lie and everything was a lie except for your love for him. Your love for him was bigger than this was. It was bigger than Voldemort. It was bigger than his need to protect you, so you will wait. You will count the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days until you can hold him in your arms and whisper the words that made everything okay

“Forever,” you whisper to yourself. Because you’d love Draco Malfoy forever, no matter the cost.

~

Spells and curses fly by your head, and you know that this war is going to get uglier before it can get prettier. The patter of your feet echo off the walls of the crumbling castle as you run through the empty corridors, your eyes scanning the battling wizards outside for your boy.

The air reeks of rot and smoke and inhaling takes more out of you than you could ever fathom. Your eyes are scanning faster than your brain can register, the only sound comes from your heavy, panicked breaths. You had to find him. You were going to find him, if that’s the last thing you do.

~

Draco dodges curses and hexes, spells and even some punches as he runs through the corridor, his breathing labored and heavy as he searches for you. The fighting has almost halted completely, but you weren’t there. You weren’t standing there amongst the students, cheering as Harry Potter defeated Voldemort. You weren’t there, so where are you?

Draco enters the Great Hall, his eyes wide as he scans the bodies of the fallen Hogwarts students. He looks for your features- for your cute little nose, that hair he loves so much, for those lips he kissed so often, but he can’t find them, because you aren’t there.

No, you aren’t there, but you run towards the Great Hall, hoping, praying to Merlin that you wouldn’t see your boy laying among the fallen. You enter, scanning the floor, scanning the sobbing families, looking for Narcissa, or Lucius, or even Draco himself, but you don’t see him, because he isn’t there.

No, he isn’t there, but the minute you turn to run and search more of the castle, your eyes lock onto grey ones and you suddenly feel alive again. Relief, happiness, joy, everything all at once. Your knees buckle as you take him in. He’s alive. He’s safe. He’s a little dirty, but he’s breathing and he’s here and he’s walking towards you and you’re running. You run into his arms, flinging yourself around him as you sob loudly.

Draco catches you, holding you so tightly he was worried you wouldn’t be able to breathe, but you’ve never breathed better. He sinks to his knees, his fingers in your hair as he holds you. Because you’re alive and you’re here and you’re seemingly unharmed and everything feels okay because you’re here.

“I love you so much,” he mutters against your skin, refusing to ever let go of you again. “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

“I know,” you say urgently, taking his face in your hands. “I know everything, I love you, too.”

Your words are rushed and your voice is cracked, but you had to tell him, show him, how much you love him.

“I’ll never leave you again,” he says, trailing his thumbs hurriedly over your cheeks. “I swear it.”

“Marry me,” you say. Your eyes stay locked on his as the realization of what you’ve just asked hits him. “I want to be with you forever.”

“Yes,” he whispers, wiping more hair from your forehead. “Forever.”

~

You stand in the living room of an empty home, your eyes searching everything from the colors to the molding around the windows.

“Do you like it?” Draco asks, a small smile on his face. You can’t help but smile, because you really do love it.

“I do,” you say, your hands moving protectively over your swollen belly.

The house was more than beautiful- it was perfect. It was larger than a cottage, but not big enough to be a mansion. It was the perfect size for your growing family. The diamond ring on your finger glitters in the sunlight spewing in from the window, and little Scorpius bounces in your belly happily.

Four bedrooms, a master bathroom and closet, two stories, your dream kitchen, a family living room, and a large dining room. Draco had outdone himself. You love the pastel colors of the walls and the plush carpet throughout the home. It will be the perfect place to raise a family.

“Do you really like it?” Draco’s voice is small, almost child-like as he watches you in awe.

“I do, my love. I love it. It’s perfect,” you grin.

~

“Scorpius!” You call from the attached deck of your perfect little home. “Dinner!”

Draco bounds in first, twirling Scorpius behind him as they run inside. Scorpius is the first to run to you, kissing your cheek before taking his place at the table

“Hello, darling,” Draco smiles. He pecks your cheek once, then your lips. He leans down to your belly, swollen once again. “Hello to you, too, darling.”

“We still need to choose a name,” you laugh, running your fingers through your sweaty husband’s hair. “She doesn’t have a name yet.”

“I’m sure we can come up with one,” Draco shrugs, wrapping his arms around you. “Go on, I’ll take care of the plates.”

You smile, watching your husband grab plates from the cabinet. How did you end up so lucky? A beautiful life, with a beautiful husband, a beautiful baby boy, and soon, a beautiful baby girl.

~

You kiss Scorpius’ forehead as you tuck him in that night. You turn the lights off and amble to your room, your feet aching and your little girl kicking.

Draco is already in bed, his eyes scanning a work document. He turns down your side of the bed and pats the spot.

“Come here, love. Come relax,” he smiles.

You clamber into bed, snuggling up as close as your belly would allow.

“Would you still love me if I were this large all the time?” You laugh, running a hand across your belly.

 “I will always love you no matter what,” Draco smiles, kissing your forehead. “Forever.”

And forever he did.

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