Also a lot of this is based on my own lore, including her family members who are all my ocs as well. I might add them eventually but for now they just exist for Ivy and to make her a more well rounded character.
BASICS & INTRODUCTION
Full name: Ivy Marlena Ashcroft
Aliases/nicknames: Ivy Weasley ( married )
Meaning of name: Ivy ( old english ) — after the evergreen climbing plant which sometimes symbolizes eternal life ; Marlena ( german & hebrew ) — a combination of sea of bitterness or radiant, which is honestly fitting either way.
Visage: Emmy Rossum
Story: protagonist of Find You and supporting character in others
Ancestry: mainly Italian — father’s side originates from Sicily and her mother’s side is from Rome, though by the time she’s born a lot of her father’s side had been established in America and became Ashcroft.
Language: English, Italian
Religion: agnostic
Occupation: manager and hostess at Romano’s, a fictional restaurant in Chicago which was incidentally where she met Bill ; she later becomes a secretary and researcher at Gringotts, where she also helps in managing interpersonal relationships among the goblins and various employees.
FAMILY & RELATIONS
Father: Vincent Ashcroft ( estranged )
Mother: Clara Ashcroft ( estranged )
Siblings: Ethan Ashcroft
Significant other: Bill Weasley
Children: Victoria Molly Weasley ; Dominic Edward Weasley ; Eden Veronica Weasley ; Louis Simon Weasley
Others: she also becomes very good friends and sister like with Emilia Black, who is her maid of honor at her wedding. It works out since Ivy is very supportive of her relationship with Charlie and is pushing for them to be actual sister in laws.
Notes: she honestly considers Arthur and Molly better parents than the ones she had growing up, so they become that placeholder for her despite the rocky start. She still talks to Ethan and she is close with him, and they remain close after she leaves Romano’s ( he was the chef while she managed ), but depending on which point she’s at in the story, she considers herself fully integrated into the Weasley household with no shame.
PERSONALITY TRAITS
Vert type: ambivert — while outgoing on the surface, she likes to be alone to recharge but can do just as well with people, so it’s hard for her to say whether or not she’s a complete introvert or extrovert. Neither feel accurate since it depends on her mood and the energy levels for the day.
Core personality type: ISTJ ( defender ) ; with ESTJ ( executive ) management style, especially in stressful situations — can generally come off as a little overbearing, but she means well and is an exceptionally hard worker with high expectations for herself.
She hates letting anyone down, and sometimes fully believes she can single handedly keep the world running without recognition.
Favorite animal: cats as indoor pets, since she loves Walter ( the cat Bill had adopted from the shelter before they even met ) and adopts him as her own fur son without much thought — but she also loves horses. she’s obviously never had one but has always dreamed of having one some day, or at least getting to ride one.
Favorite foods: anything pasta based, but she even loves plain mac n cheese mostly because it’s convenient and she loves it every time ; when he’s feeling brave Bill will make fun of her for loving pasta and she just responds with a bowl of plain spaghetti.
Favorite season/holiday: she doesn’t really celebrate holidays until she becomes part of the Wealsey family and then it’s Christmas, but before that she just likes the summer/fall season.
Biggest fear(s): letting her guard down and becoming vulnerable to others in a way that hinders her ability to take care of herself or those around her. Losing her sense of self.
Insecurities: generally worries about being seen as a failure, incompetent or lazy. She struggles with an overall sense of worthlessness despite seeming to have accomplished so much, which she sees as a necessity more than anything she actually wants to do for herself. She gets defensive whenever someone points it out or brings up her low self-esteem.
More to be added, but that is the general concept of Miss Ivy for my future fanfics.
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I stumbled upon Callum Scott’s “You are the reason” and the memory of me writing the most heartbreaking Yoonmin fanfiction probably 7 years ago just washed over me.
I remember bawling my eyes out when I was writing it.
Because it was about Jimin trying to survive grief through letters Yoongi wrote for him before he died as a soldier.
And they were engaged and all.
And the fanfic was based on the letters Jimin had received as a package alongside Yoongi’s uniform and everything.
I cried so much while writing those letters.
Jesus, how do I explain this feeling to someone?
It’s just impossible.
Caring for something so much you bawl your eyes out when you create it.
Just, wow.
I no longer ship yoonmin but this is such a dear memory to me. This song will always remind me of this moment and this story.
A Dramione one-shot (2,826 words) (TW: poison, hurt/comfort, violence)
Hermione’s jaw clenched tightly as she read through the evidence yet again, her tired eyes scanning every inch of the text of accounts provided to her by witnesses.
It was no use. They knew who did it, the culprits proudly displaying their name in what they claimed was muggleborn blood on the walls of Hogwarts before disappearing into the night. But Hermione still couldn’t understand why, much less how they decided this would be their first target.
She supposed it would make sense for them to target ex death eaters, especially ones who had so drastically changed everything about themselves and distanced themselves from the still strong pure blood community.
But out of all the people to choose from, including muggleborns such as herself who had amassed power since the battle, why him? He had led such a quiet life, sure he married a muggleborn witch but he had never spoke so publicly against Voldemort like other ex death eaters.
Her tired eyes shifted slowly away from the stack of paperwork in front of her, and from the rainy and gloomy English weather outside of the window, towards the painfully still figure that lay unconscious in the hospital bed. Draco looked horrible. He had somehow become far paler than usual, his skin almost appearing ghastly green under the sterile lights of St. Mungos. Luckily, and no doubt in part to his employment at the hospital and the context of his poisoning, he had been given a private room which allowed Hermione to focus on her work while still keeping a close eye on her husband.
There was an air of silence in the room, the soft humming of a healing spell echoing under the blanket of silence that Hermione could swear fell over the room every time a healer, guest, or her fellow auror's left. The sickeningly empty scent of the hospital and potions being overcome by the lilac's that sat on the bed table, something Hermione hoped would cheer Draco up when he eventually broke free of his coma like state.
The flower had always been his favorite, and was found in every bouquet Hermione found at the foot of her bed as his apology for taking on yet another overnight shift at St. Mungos. But now looking at the purple flower, slowly wilting in the simple glass vase next to her husband, she only thought of that night.
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Hermione strode across the dance floor, shooting occasional smiles at her former classmates.
Harry and Ron stood at a table in the corner, presumably discussing the current quidditch world cup and who they each thought was going to win, or perhaps their new assignments Kingsley had given to them. Hermione doubted it was about Harry finally coming around to ask Ron to be his best man, and the thought made Hermione chuckle to herself: she never understood how the man who defeated Voldemort himself was so incredibly awkward.
Her eyes scanned away from her two best friends for a moment, catching a glimpse of Draco who was now, albeit slightly uncomfortably, surrounded by his slytherine classmates. The same ones who had adamantly refused to come to their wedding just over a year ago. So Hermione didn't pay it much mind.
It was painful for her to think about her school days, especially when muggleborns like herself were still being bullied in the very same halls she now stood in as an alumni. This wasn't helped by the Lilacs hanging from the ceiling, practically covering the room. No doubt chosen by Headmistress McGonagall to jolt the memories of her former students, or perhaps for the symbol of healing and transformation they offered.
Hermione wasn't sure.
By the time she had made it to Harry and Ron, who she could now confirm were complaining about the menial desk work they'd been assigned, she was acutely aware of how uncomfortable her dark blue halter dress was as it dug painfully into the back of her neck. She had never been one to dress up, and when she did she had a bad habit of deciding to go all out.
Draco on the other hand, who she had just realized she had been intently watching for the past few minutes, seemed to be effortlessly wearing his light brown suit as opposed to his work uniform which consisted of scrubs and sneakers. Sure the official healers, who Hermione frequently referred to as doctors or surgeons, wore the classical wizarding robes. But Draco was for the most part a nurse, who the current director of St. Mungos — a muggleborn witch — fought tirelessly to be able to adopt muggle nurse scrubs.
But even in the fancy suit Draco stood out like a sore thumb amongst his old peers, who all dawned elegant and complex robes; no doubt paid for by their high end ministry jobs their parents had practically bought for them.
"Mione?" the voice of Harry broke her out of her train of thought, which Hermione did have to admit was practically like a novel within itself at this point. She quickly shook herself out of her own mind, focusing her attention back towards the other parts of her trio.
"Yes?" "What did Kingsley give you to do with the Blood Brothers case?" Rons question made her skin shiver, she had been assigned to research on the case and had found clear signs that the groundwork was being laid for the rise of another blood supremist cult, and it made her sick.
She so desperately wanted to be done with dark magic cults.
"Research, Kingsley clearly thinks this group might become the death eaters 2.0" she joked, hoping that keeping a sense of humor about the case would calm her nerves in the slightest. She knew that the signs of it were there, but she wouldn't accept it in her mind that they could be witnessing yet another wizarding war in the coming years.
"Course, he's got us all on desk work" Ron complained, earning a small chuckle from the other two off duty aurors. "Oh no I'm not running off into danger every waking moment of my life" the mocking tone came as Ginny appeared, wrapping one of Harry'rs arms around her shoulders.
The four of them laughed.
"So Granger, if you're on desk duty too why do you look so stressed" Harry mused, to which Ginny slapped him lightly on the chest as she apologized for her fiancés words. Hermione tried to relax her shoulders, tried to pry her eyes away from the blonde man, but she couldn't. The feeling that something horrible was about to happen rested heavy in her chest, and clearly her friends were keying into her stress more than she'd like them to. Somewhere in her mind, it did of course register that nothing would happen to Draco, no one would dare attack the husband and friend of three famed aurors in such a public setting. But that didn't stop the feeling of dread that settled itself in her chest, and it certainly didn't pull her eyes away from the beautiful blue ones on the opposite side of the room.
"It's nothing" she assured her friends with a small smile, but she did notice the knowing glance Ginny gave towards her while motioning to Draco with a simple nod.
An awkward silence fell over the small group, despite the rather loud classical music that filled with the room and the constant air of chatter going on between their fellow alum.
"Harry Potter!" The voice of non other than Seamus Finnigan rang through the room, earning the attention of the group of four stood at the small table. The man was very clearly tipsy, and Hermione herself could attest she had seen their former classmate down at the very least a bottle and a half of the specialty lilac wine himself. "I think the boy who lived oughta give a speech!" he jeered, and Hermione saw two swarms of red hair — unmistakably Ron and Ginny themselves — dragging Harry towards the center of the dance floor as the crowd of former Hogwarts students around them cheered them on.
As if on cue waiters began passing around small glasses of champagne to toast with, and Hermione finally let herself relax as she grabbed a glass off of a tray that passed by her, leaning herself against the tall table next to her and diverting her eyes away from Draco and towards Harry.
Harry, taking a glass with ease off of a tray, looked out towards the sea of his former classmates and their spouses, families, and friends, clearing his throat before he lift his glass up high into the air.
"To Headmistress McGonagall for organizing this beautiful evening!" as if on cue Hermione noticed Harry step into his well practiced and used auror PR skills, the same ones she had also learned in their months as trainee aurors when they were first hired on at the ministry. "To Headmistress McGonagall!" the crowd cheered back, and Hermione let her eyes scan the crowd for the headmistress herself, who was stood quietly in a corner with various other members of the Hogwarts faculty: including Madame Pomphrey. Harry began talking in no time, entering a long speech about how proud he was of his fellow classmates for persevering after the battle. But Hermione didn't focus on that. Instead her mind drifted off into yet another of her long thought trails, wondering if Draco had gotten the chance to chat with Madame Pomphrey, mentally making note to drag him to thank her for getting him into the field if he hadn't already.
That's when she heard it. A sickening mix of a gagging and coughing sound coming from across the room, followed by the sound of glass breaking.
Like the rest of the crowd, she didn't know where the noise had come from at first, looking around in confusion as the mystery person continued to cough and gag for the culprit.
Her inner auror brain quickly switched on though, going from face to face of her loved ones to make sure they were all safe. And once she saw who the culprit was, her body broke out into a sprint before her mind registered what she was doing.
"Draco! Darling!" her husbands eyes were laced with panic, the broken glass lay at his feet on the floor as he struggled to take in even a small gasp of air. His hands practically digging into his shirt collar and neck in a desperate attempt to get air into his lungs, choking on his words as he noticed Hermione come into his field of vision.
And for the first time in her life, and in her career as an auror, Hermione froze.
Draco continued to choke on his own breath and words, his face turning pale and clammy as Hermione watched on in horror, zoning in on his eyes that were now filled with terror and pain.
Luckily, Harry and Ron jumped into action. Ron began clearing a space around them, ordering someone to alert St. Mungos of as Madame Pomphrey ran forward and joined Harry in attempting to figure out what was wrong with Draco. And Hermione just stood there helpless, watching as Dracos brilliant blue eyes rolled back into his head and his body went limp in the arms of Harry and Madame Pomphrey before his slender frame seized up and began shaking uncontrollably as they attempted to lower him gently to the floor, foam beginning to leak from the corners of his mouth as he continued to produce choking and gagging sounds.
The world went deaf around Hermione as she watched Madame Pomphrey attempt to do something to help Draco, she hadn't even realized Ginny had begun rubbing soothing circles on her back or that tears had been streaming steadily down her face as the scene unfolded.
"No no no" she choked out through sobs as Ginny made desperate attempts to move her away from Draco, away from her husband. But she couldn't pry her eyes away from him, even as Madame Pomphrey began tending to him the best she could after McGonagall had fetched her bag of potions.
"Hermione, Madame Pomphreys doing all she can, there's nothing we can do" Rons words came through her veil of shock, and she turned to look at him, staring at him without any idea of how to respond or even react with her face and body. But soon her gaze went back to Draco, who was now lying limp on the ground with dried foam at the corners of his mouth, and all Hermione could think was getting to his side. And that's exactly what she did. She practically ran to him, kneeling down next to him and placing a hand on his cheek as she felt tears stream down her cheeks.
She was going to kill whoever did this.
"Please darling breath" she begged under her breath, her thoughts reeling with questions of who, why, and how so she could have some idea of finding whoever did this to her love. "Please Draco, you can't leave me" but her words had no response, and seeing the limp form of the man she loved on the ground look so close to death filled her with a kind of rage she hadn't felt since her own time at Hogwarts.
"Hermione, don't" Harry warned her, fully aware of what she was thinking about doing well before she even thought of voicing her anger to her fellow auror.
Hermione didn't listen, opting to stand up and look back towards the crowd instead, scanning everyone's faces for even the slightest guilty look or proof that they were the ones trying to take her love away from her. Instead of guilty faces however, she was met with varying degrees of horrified stares or looks of pity from her fellow witches and wizards.
And she wasn't sure what made her more angry, the people who did this or everyone staring on in shock instead of trying to help save her husband. Or the blood appearing on the wall that very clearly declared the mission of the potential cult she had been researching mere hours earlier: kill all mudbloods and their kin.
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"Mione?" the sound of Harrys voice brought her out of her memory, bringing her back to the bright room where she sat in an uncomfortable chair staring at her husband unconscious in a hospital bed while desperately attempting to find the exact people who had done this to him.
"Harry" she sighed, moving from the chair she was sitting in at the table to give her longtime best friend a hug. "Please, sit" she gestured to a seat next to Dracos bed, as she took her own seat opposite Harry, grasping Dracos limp hand in her own.
"Kingsley's got aurors searching across Britain for them" he paused, sighing as he sat down across from Hermione before continuing, "but this cult looks like it runs deeper than we thought, I'm not sure if-" "I understand" Hermione interrupted him, knowing exactly what Harry was alluding to. If this organization was anywhere nearly as large and wide spread as the death eaters were, even if they found who slipped poison into Draco's drink, it would take them months or even years to shut them down.
And that thought filled Hermione with rage.
"If there's anything I, or Ginny and Ron can do" Harry began to offer, once again being cut off by Hermione "It's alright Harry, I'm alright" she promised.
And she watched as her friend, albeit hesitantly, stood up and left the room.
She could tell that he wanted to say something more, or even to simply stay and offer a silent support person to be with her as she waited for Draco to wake up. But both aurors knew that she wanted to be left alone with her husband and her paperwork, if only to throw herself into solving this case.
She gave Dracos hand a small squeeze as the silence of the room enveloped her once again, a small frown appearing on her lips as she continued to watch the slow rise and fall of his chest. "Draco darling, please come back to me" she begged, lifting his hand up to her mouth and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. "And when you come back to me" she began, moving his hand back down to the bed, "I promise you I will never let anyone get near you again, even if I have to burn the world to the ground to ensure it" she promised, and she could swear she heard a small noise of approval exit his mouth.
"And I will kill whoever did this to you" she promised, placing a soft kiss on his forward before moving back towards the table with her stacks of paperwork.
