#nineteen years later

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i can’t believe friday, september 1, 2017, is nineteen years later. the last scene in the harry potter books.

this is it.

“the last scene in the harry potter books.”

Today’s the last scene. The end of the magical, wonderful adventure that JK Rowling took us on.

This hit me hard. I’m not crying. Nope.

By@talktomeaboutcursedchild

2.7k words, G rated

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September 1st, 2017

Albus couldn’t feel the tips of his fingers and there was a buzzing in his ears, making it difficult to hear the instructions he had been given. The tall blonde girl who was talking to the first years looked smart in her green robes. 

He squinted towards the Gryffindor table. Rose was leaning across to his older brother, who looked solemn. Albus thought that she had less to worry about at this particular moment in time. She would be wearing the correct coloured robes for the next seven years. He was currently dealing with a lot. 

Being disowned. 

Never making any friends.

Figuring out if Slytherin green matched his eyes. 

The newspaper headlines his mum wouldn’t bother to stop because she hated him. 

Living in a dungeon. 

Possible torture and death. 

He didn’t know what Slytherin was really like. He didn’t mean to ask the hat to let him be different. He didn’t mean to ask for Slytherin. It had just happened absolutely without warning upon seeing the kind grey eyes of the only person he had really wanted to talk to on that train smiling up at him. He thought that maybe they could partner-up in class. Strike up an unlikely inter-house friendship. Potters couldn’t actually be Sorted into Slytherin. 

Albus saw James rise from his seat and mouth a “you okay?” towards him. He wanted to cry. He was not okay. So he simply didn’t respond because he didn’t know what to do. 

He wanted his mum. But she wouldn’t want him anymore. 

He felt a sharp elbow poke him in the ribs as Scorpius’s forced his face into Albus’s line of sight. He smiled at him. He had an infectious grin, like he’d practiced it in the mirror and knew that it made him difficult to say no to.

“We need to go now Albus.” Scorpius chirped. 

Albus didn’t move. 

“Albus? Are you okay?” Scorpius paused and leaned closer to his face, whispering to him. “I’m not okay either. But we need to go.”

Albus and Scorpius were used to being stared at and they both hated it. However, unlike Albus, the stress of the Sorting had made Scorpius hyper-aware of his surroundings. They were being stared at much more than usual and Scorpius felt every set of eyes on him like daggers. 

“Potter, Malfoy. You need to come now,” the Slytherin prefect girl shouted. She paused. “That is not a sentence I expected to have to say today… Please follow me.”

Albus forced his legs to straighten. He desperately looked around the room for one of his cousins but they had all left for Gryffindor. He was used to being surrounded by family and now he was really alone. Part of him was terrified but part of him felt like a weight was lifted. He was free to be his own person.

The two new Slytherins caught up to the other first years at the end of the entrance hall. Two prefects had been nominated to take them to their dorms. The tall blond girl looked like she never missed a deadline and the boy, who Scorpius noted had the build of a beater, looked like he wasn’t to be messed with. They were both smiling down at the younger children. 

Albus knew he needed to pay attention to this part, but he was using all his concentration keeping upright. He vaguely noted that he had always been good at finding his way around so he probably wouldn’t get lost, but he did want to know a little about his new house. He turned to look at Scorpius, who looked eager and attentive. That was the first time Albus noticed that none of the other students were standing too close to them. 

“Welcome to Slytherin! Congratulations on being sorted into the best house in Hogwarts, we have the best time here,” the girl began. “My name is Neave. I’m one half of the sixth year prefect team. This is Ryan, also in sixth year. If you have any questions feel free to grab us in the common room or around the castle. Contrary to myth, we’re a friendly bunch.“ 

"Except the Bloody Baron!” Ryan interrupted. 

Neave rolled her eyes and began to walk down a corridor leading away from the grand staircase. “Follow me to your new home." 

"Come on, Albus!” Scorpius whispered, tugging on his robes to make sure he followed. Albus wasn’t sure why Scorpius was being so kind to him. He was meant to be a Slytherin and would be better off talking to the other students in their year, but he stuck close by Albus’s side as they walked down the first corridor. 

Albus automatically took a mental note of the direction they were walking in. 

Through the stone door with the green panelling. 

Left after 20 steps.

First left again.

Down some long stone steps. 

Albus expected it to get darker and darker, but he found that the torches that lined the passages were warm and comforting, and the feeling of dread was yet to consume him completely. He started to listen to the words of the perfects ahead. 

“Breakfast is always at 7:30. You have about an hour to eat and we’re close enough to the Great Hall that you can pop back and get your books. Not like the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, they have to show up at breakfast ready to go." 

Backtrack at the bottom of the stairs through the small wooden door to the right of them. 

Straight down to the end of the corridor. 

"Hogwarts is a lot bigger than it was in your parents days. We’ve got a few teachers per subject to squeeze us in. It’s nice to get the perspective of several experts on your work.”

Down the spiral stairs with the warm, green light. 

Sudden left.

15 steps then turn right. 

The large black door was set back into an alcove. 

“‘Ambition’ is the password to the common room. Passwords are changed every few weeks and will be posted on the notice boar,.” Neave announced, stepping closer to the door and saying the password clearly. 

Albus’s hearing had returned enough to hear a faint click, then Ryan pushed the door open. 

The entrance to the common room was much larger than Albus thought it would be. The ceiling was at least 4 times his height, and tiled with green and silver. There were alcoves along the corridor, all filled with older students catching up after the summer holidays. Albus wondered if that would be him next year… but then the sinking feeling returned, so he stopped trying to think about the future.

They took a few more steps into the main common room. It was a large room, but not too large; about the size of Grandma and Grandpa Weasley’s front yard. The large fireplace at one end of the room was blazing, filling the room with light and warmth, and the large serpent above it seemed to be moving in the candle light. Albus wasn’t sure he could get used to having a massive snake in his living room, but he supposed he had a lot of adjustment to do. 

“The giant squid has come to visit. Don’t worry – it can’t get through the glass.”

Albus’s head whipped around with more energy than he had shown since he’d been Sorted. Massive tentacles were clinging to the glass opposite the fireplace. He was never going near that wall. It all made him feel quite sick. 

Albus felt another tug on his robe from Scorpius, who finally looked as worried as Albus thought he should. Albus found the strength to drag himself down another two sets of stone steps. 

“First year boys with surnames M-Z through here, please. Your bathroom is attached to the room and your bags will already have been brought up for you. Try to get some sleep, classes start at 8:45 tomorrow morning. Alarms will go off at 7:15 automatically, but feel free to set them however you’d like." 

Albus saw his trunk immediately as he entered the room. It was much less grand than the common room but just as warm. The far wall of the square room had windows looking out to the lake, and there were eight beds lining the edge, three to the left, three to the right, and two along the back. There was a small wooden door on the right which Albus assumed led to the bathroom. His trunk was at the foot of the bed immediately to his left, next to Scorpius’s. Albus wondered if Hogwarts had known that they would get along. 

Albus threw himself onto his bed and closed the curtains around him. He needed space to breathe, and the noise the other overexcited boys were making was causing him anxiety. He tried to lie there in silence to clear his mind as his room mates unpacked, but he heard his name being mentioned far too often, so he recounted the directions to the common room from the great hall. 

Green panelled door.

20 steps.

First left.

Stone steps.

Door to the right.

End of the corridor.

Spiral stairs.

Left.

15 steps. 

He repeated this in his head until the he heard the door close behind the other boys, who clearly wanted to explore Slytherin more. Without leaving his bed, he leant down and opened his trunk, pulling on his pyjamas, which he had thankfully packed at the top in case something terrible like this happened. He wanted to shower but he didn’t dare get up. He went to pack his robe back in his trunk and saw a small piece of parchment folded near the top, ‘Al’ written on the corner. He recognised his mother’s handwriting immediately and felt a comforting glow wash over him. 

He lent back against his headboard with the note. The weight of the situation dawned on him again. Would this be the last time he saw his mothers writing? Would his family ever write to him again? He carefully unfolded the parchment. 

Hi Al,

Your father and I are so proud of you for making it to Hogwarts. We hope you’re settling into your dorm and making lots of new friends. 

Remember to ask James for help if you need it and write to us on your first day of classes. We’ll send Barney so you don’t need to find the Owlery.

We love you so much, Al. 

Mum x

The comforting feeling disappeared. What would he say to his parents tomorrow? James had probably already sent an owl explaining what had happened in the Great Hall. His parents were probably talking about him right now. Everyone was probably talking about him now. The buzzing in his ears returned. He vaguely heard the movement of his dorm mates getting into bed. He needed to calm down. 

Green panelled door.

20 steps.

First left.

He was crying silently. 

Stone steps.

Door to the right.

End of the corridor.

He wanted nothing else than be able to walk up some stairs and ask his brother to comfort him. Or Vic. Or Roxanne. 

Spiral stairs.

Left.

15 steps. 

There was nobody here for him. 

Green panelled door.

Potters don’t belong in Slytherin. 

20 steps

He threw himself over, sadness and panic being replaced with anger and self-loathing. 

First left.

This was his fault. 

Stone steps.

Door to the right.

"Albus?” 

Albus heard a very quiet voice from just outside his curtains. He froze. 

“Albus?” The voice said again, then it stuttered, “I-I can’t sleep either.” 

Albus slowly leaned up and grasped the edge of his bed hangings. 

Please be Scorpius. 

The blond boy leaning next to his bed looked as dishevelled as Albus felt. Perhaps he had been crying too. 

“Albus!” Scorpius’s lips twitched into a slight smile. “Can we go to the common room? I have sweets.”

Albus nodded. There was no need to stay crying in bed all night. If he was only going to have one friend, Scorpius seemed as though he would be a good one. He swung his legs around and stood up, padding around to his trunk and pulling out an old Harpies hoodie. It smelled like home. They exited the room in silence, walking up the stairs that led to the deserted common room. The fire was beginning to burn out but it was still warm. Playing cards lay abandoned on the tables, piles of parchment with scribbles showing signs of life that had left the room not long ago. Some of the lamps were off. 

“Do you think it’s eerie down here?” Scorpius asked, stopping beside Albus.

“No,” Albus replied, surprising himself with his answer. 

“Where should we sit?” Scorpius whispered as a question to himself as much as Albus. 

Albus knew the answer to this immediately and led Scorpius to the first alcove on the left leading out of the common room. The walls were lined with cushions and blankets were strewn on the floor. The boys got comfortable awkwardly, bony knees bumping against each other, not sure if it was ok to be touching. 

Without speaking, Scorpius offered Albus a sweet. Albus realised how hungry he was, having been unable to stomach dinner earlier. He grabbed a handful of sugar mice eagerly. 

“Thank you,” He mumbled. 

Scorpius giggled. “I noticed you didn’t eat anything.” There was an almost comfortable silence as they ate, the sloshing of the lake against the windows could be heard. “You know I always assumed I would be sorted into Slytherin. My family will be happy. But I’m disappointed that I’m not different enough.”

“It’s not all its cracked up to be, trust me.” Albus grumbled back. 

Scorpius shrugged. “I’m glad you’re here. You might be the first person I’ve met who understands what it is to live in the shadow of your father and desperately want to escape." 

Albus looked up at him, searching for mocking or sarcasm, which he was used to from his cousins when they said something as emotionally vulnerable as that. He saw nothing but sincerity. 

Albus must’ve been frowning at him because Scorpius went bright red and mumbled an apology. "I’m sorry for misunderstanding.”

“No!” Albus began quickly. “You’re right.” He paused. “I’m just not good at talking about things like that." 

"That’s okay.” Scorpius handed Albus a handful of jelly slugs. “We have seven years to practice.”

“That’s terrifying,” Albus whispered. “This is all wrong. I mean, it doesn’t feel so wrong, but it is…” He leaned back against the stone wall, pulling a blanket around himself. “I’m going to get picked on.”

Scorpius sighed. “Me too." 

Albus frowned. "Not necessarily. You could be popular! This is where you’re supposed to be." 

Scorpius laughed. "I am the son of…” He paused. “Well according to them. Sorry, my dad is bad at saying his name still and I need to learn to break the habit." 

"Voldemort?” Albus questioned. “People are still afraid to say that?” Albus had never considered what had happened to the death eaters after the war. 

“Of course.” Scorpius looked surprised. “My dad might’ve been on the opposite side of the war but it was by force. I don’t think anything could hurt him more than knowing I had no friends because of a stupid rumour." 

"I’m your friend!” Albus butted in. 

“I thought you only stayed for my sweets?” Scorpius mocked. 

Albus smiled at him. “The sweets are a perk.”

Scorpius looked like he’d accomplished something. 

“What?” Asked Albus. 

“Nothing. I’m just really glad you’re here.” Scorpius leaned back too. He had made a friend. His first ever friend. 

Albus couldn’t bring himself to reply. He wasn’t happy that he was in Slytherin, but he was happy that he’d met Scorpius. He had a chance to be different and be accepted for who he was, and that filled him with optimism. He saw Scorpius’s eyes begin to drop closed. “Bed?” Albus asked, pulling himself up. 

Scorpius nodded and followed Albus. They wore the blankets back up to their dorm like capes, for warmth and protection, filled with anxiety and anticipation for the morning, eyelids heavy, secure in the knowledge that they had each other. 

By@traveler022010

884 Words, G Rated

Just a short fic from Rose’s POV on getting ready for Hogwarts.

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Her eyes fluttered open.

The clock on the nightstand next to her blinked, 3:37… 3:38.

She sighed and tossed to the other side of the bed. The moonlight streamed through her bedroom window.  She spied her family owl in a nearby tree, probably conducting his nightly hunt. He suddenly swooped down, and out of Rose’s view.

Her mind started to race: owl… quills… parchment… assignments… books… teachers… Hogwarts…

She sighed again and turned to stare up at her ceiling, where her mum placed plastic glow-in-the-dark stars to create constellations. Despite her dad growing up in a very non-Muggle house, the Granger-Weasley household leaned more to Hermione’s Muggle side. There weren’t enchanted irons or knitting needles.  That even meant that Ron needed to take the Muggle driving test. Hermione wanted to show her children that both the Wizarding and the Muggle worlds could co-exist; that both were equal.

Rose looked at the constellations. “Orion,” she whispered. “Cassiopeia.”

A squeak in the floorboard outside her door startled her and she suddenly turned towards the sound.

It was silent again.

She let out the breath that she apparently was holding in. She shook her head, as if to clear her mind.

Why am I so nervous? she thought to herself.

She was finally going to Hogwarts. This had been her dream ever since she could remember. Some of her first memories were of others talking about the Battle of Hogwarts and her parents, her aunt, and uncle. How brave they were. How they were heroes. Even now, after so many years, a random witch or wizard would come up to her parents and shake their hands, giving their deep appreciation.

How can I live up to that? 

She turned and looked at her clock. 3:45.

She sat up and picked up a pencil and pad of paper from the nightstand. She looked at the pencil, and chuckled softly. She recalled when her mum gave her the box of pencils, pens, and markers two years ago.

“You’ll be using quills at Hogwarts but here in the Muggle world, these are what you need.” Hermione picked up the pencil. “The sharp end is what you write with; the rubber end is how you erase what you wrote.”

Ron walked in the room with Hugo sitting on his shoulders. “Your granddad was fascinated with all of that. Remember that quill pen we had for the guest book at our wedding? He took it apart halfway through the reception.”

Hermione smiled. “And then George bought an entire set in different colors for your dad’s birthday.”

“Mum couldn’t visit Bill, Fleur and the kids quick enough.” Ron chuckled. “Just so dad could ramble about those damn things all by himself.”

Hugo loudly yelled out “Damn!” which made Hermione give Ron a look to which he grinned, sheepishly.

Rose giggled both back then and in her darkened room as she recalled Hugo’s first curse word. I’m going to miss that little squirt. She and Hugo said their goodbyes the day before as he was visiting Grandma and Grandpa Granger for the weekend to give her parents some much needed alone time.

The clock finally hit 4:00.

Putting the pencil to the notepad, Rose started to write out “How to Succeed…” then she erased it quickly.

She started again “Ten ways to…”

Erase.

“Making sure…”

Erase.

She tapped the pad with the end of the pencil. Her eyes glanced around the room. In the dark, she could still make out her signed Holyhead Harpies poster, the overflowing bookcase, a box of tricks from Weaselys’ Wizard Wheezes, her truck packed for the upcoming journey… her eyes stopped at the family portrait on the wall next to her window.  There was no movement as it was a Muggle photo. Everyone was still, just like they were when the photo was taken. Rose had specifically asked for the photo like that.

Taken a year ago, she and Hugo sat on the center of their couch with their parents flanked on either side of them. Her mother’s hair still seemed wild yet put-together. Her father had subconsciously covered his arms, blocking view to his scars. Hugo gave a toothless grin as his two front teeth had fallen out the day before. And then there was Rose. She had styled her hair the same way as her mother. Her clothes were the same colour as well. Even how she sat up on the couch. Just like Hermione.

While still looking at the photo, she wrote something on the notepad.

“What My Parents Did At Hogwarts”

She looked down and continued her list. Remembering all the details on how her parents met. And how they met Harry. And what to do at Sorting. And which classes Hermione took each year. And how Ron tried out for Quidditch.

This was her checklist. She was going to accomplish everything her parents did and more.

She yawned, and then glanced at her clock. 4:19

She put the notepad and pencil back on the nightstand and settled back into bed. Maybe I could get some sleep now.

She turned over and looked out the window again. “And at least I won’t have to worry about dark magic and Voldemort like they did…” She chuckled as she closed her eyes. 

By@albvsxscorpy

1.4k words, G rated

After the feast on their first day at Hogwarts, Rose and Albus are shown their respective common rooms, the places they’ll live in for the better part of their seven years at Hogwarts. However, they never thought they’d be separated in different houses…

I apologize in advance for the angst.

Thanks to the amazing @dreaminofsnow for betaing.

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“There she is! Our newest Gryffindor Weasley!”

Even though Rose recognized that voice instantly, she turned her head to see who had spoken very loudly, upon her entrance in the Gryffindor common room. Unsurprisingly, she found her cousin Fred, who was exuberantly waving at her from a nearby couch. Rose covertly waved back and was made to follow the prefect who was leading her group of first years. However, Fred’s exclamation had attracted the attention of the other Weasley cousins.

“Rose!” Dominique greeted with a smile. “Welcome to our wonderful common room.”

“Hi, Rosie!” James grinned at her from his spot besides Fred on the couch.

Molly looked up from her book to chime in. “You’re going to love it here, Rose.”

“Yeah, we have the coolest common room in the castle!” boasted Fred.

“You only say that because you’ve never been to the other ones, Fred…”

“Well the way the other students talk about theirs, I don’t need to see them to know they sound bloody boring.”

“Hey Rose, did you know that Gryffindor is the only house with an ice cream maker in their common room?”

Rose was surprised by James’ declaration. Now that was a fact she hadn’t discovered in her readings about the school. “Really?”

“No, but it’s on our list of things to sneak in here. Fred and I have a plan.”

Molly rolled her eyes. “Oh, not this again. You already tried that three times last year…”

“Ah, but this year our plan is brilliant. Been working on it all summer.”

Amongst her cousins’ banter, Rose heard the Prefect shepherding the first years away. “This way to your dorms…”

James stood and put his arm around Rose, preventing her from following the other first years. “Hey Rosie, come on, we have to show you around.”

As her cousins gave her an impromptu tour of the Gryffindor common room, she took in as much as she could of her surroundings. The reds that decorated the space were vibrant, and the pieces of furniture were all different shades of burgundy and earth-tone browns, which filled the room with an atmosphere of energy and warmth. Yet Rose found that this warmth didn’t quite reach her as she trailed behind her enthusiastic tour guides. Only after her cousins made sure that she knew all the private nooks, comfiest furniture, and useful secrets about the Gryffindor common room was Rose able to take her leave from them.

She climbed up the stairs to the girl’s dorms – or, at least she hoped she was climbing the right stairs, since her prefect guide was long gone – and timidly searched for the first year girls’ dorm. Finally, she heard a vaguely familiar voice filtering through a door that stood ajar.

“Kellie! Red looks really good on you. You were truly destined to be a Gryffindor.” Rose recognized the speaker to be Paulina – or was it Paula? – as she entered the dorm. The girl she was speaking to, Kellie, was beaming as she modelled her new Gryffindor scarf and tie. A third girl – Ashley? Amy? Audrey? – noticed Rose’s entrance and waved hello. The other girls stopped their chatter and turned towards the doorway to stare curiously at the newcomer.

Rose politely waved back and hurriedly made her way to the only remaining four poster bed in the dorm, taking notice of her new Gryffindor uniform that had been placed on top of her trunk. She climbed in and closed the hangings halfway, not wanting to seem anti-social but thankful for the slight privacy they granted her. She had already met her dorm mates on the train, after all, and there would be plenty of time to get to know them better in the next seven years they would spend living together.

Truthfully, Rose had met a lot of people on the train, having spent the journey hopping from compartment to compartment in the hopes she would meet her future best friends. But no one she met had seemed terribly interesting. Of course, she had met many nice and friendly first years, but she hadn’t felt a connection to anyone. It hadn’t helped that every time she had passed Albus and Scorpius’s compartment she had found them in the midst of excited chatter or raucous laughter.

Rose sighed as she thought of Albus. She had always thought she would start her life at Hogwarts with the boy she had grown up with. Even though she was surrounded by her friendly dorm mates and sharing a common room with most of her family, Rose felt alone.

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Albus quietly exited the Slytherin common room, repeatedly mumbling the password he had been given under his breath. He looked nervously around as he stepped out through the passage way, half expecting one of the upperclassmen to stop him. Yet, no one prevented his exit so he assumed he was still allowed to come and go at this time. He and Scorpius had just finished unpacking their trunks and organising their new living space. They had chosen side-by-side beds – of course – a pair of four-posters sitting below a large circular window and positioned slightly closer together than the other beds. He had taken his leave from his new friend, however, because he now felt the need to talk to a specific person.

Of all the ways he imagined this day would go, he had never thought he’d spend his first day at Hogwarts separated from Rose. He wondered how he was going to get into the Gryffindor common room to talk to her. Maybe he could just knock and hope that one of his cousins would answer the door and let him in? Hopefully he wouldn’t have to see into his brother, since he had spent the entirety of the feast avoiding the curious glances his Gryffindor sibling had thrown his way. Surely James had plenty to say about Albus’s sorting, and he wanted to hear none of it. But as he started to make his way out of the dungeons he found that he didn’t have to dread facing his brother right away, because Rose was there, heading towards him. He smiled and waved timidly at his cousin.

They met in the middle of the corridor leading to the dungeons.

After a few moments spent looking at each other, Albus broke their uneasy silence. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Rose replied curtly.

Albus proceeded, unsure of what to say. “Did you enjoy the feast?”

“Yes. Although someone seemed to be missing from our house table.”

“I don’t know what happened at the Sorting Rose, I didn’t think I wanted…” Albus trailed off, not knowing how to explain to Rose how he had felt when the Sorting Hat had announced that he was a Slytherin.

“There must be some mistake then. You’re a Potter-Weasley. Why aren’t you in Gryffindor?”

“We talked about being Sorted in other houses than Gryffindor, Rose. We knew it could happen. And your mum and my dad always taught us that all the houses had different qualities. Not better, not worse, just different.”

“Yes, but we never thought we would be separated by the Sorting.” Rose cast her gaze down at the stone floor as she spoke, as if unwilling to look at her cousin.

“It doesn’t mean we can’t be friends…”

“But you’re in Slytherin, Albus!”

Albus took a deep breath. When he next spoke he tried to keep his voice calm, wanting Rose to understand that Slytherin house wasn’t like they had feared. Wanting her to understand that deep down, he knew the sorting hat was right, that he was a Slytherin.

“I like it so far, actually. The Slytherin common room is really cool. I wish I could show it to you. I think you would like it. The different greens everywhere are really soothing. I didn’t think I would like green this much. Scorpius says it matches my eyes…”

“You and Scorpius seem to be getting along well then.”

Albus was startled by Rose’s interruption. “It’s like you hoped,” he finally replied. “We found our real friends on the train.” His words had come out fiercer than he intended, but something about Rose’s tone had irked him.

“Yes, I think we did.” And with that she turned and walked away from the dungeons, as Albus watched her lone figure disappear from view. She didn’t look back.

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We are also looking for people to beta-read fics, so drop us an ask if that’s something you’d like to help with, and we’ll be in touch with more details after August 21st.

But I’m not an artist or a writer…

We’re also looking for prompts! Send an ask with a back to Hogwarts themed idea, and we’ll pass them on to any artists or writers looking for inspiration.
And, of course, on the 1st of September come back here ready to like, reblog, comment, and enjoy the fun!

You haven’t answered all my questions…

Feel free to drop us an ask or a message, and we’ll do our best to answer. Chances are other people are wondering the same thing.

We hope to hear from you soon, and we’re looking forward to all the wonderful Nineteen Years Later feels to come! <3