#muggle magic

In honour of Astoria’s birthday today I’m bringing back this Christmassy, Malfoy story☺️

“Boots!” Scorpius cried happily, brandishing one red wellington boot in Astoria’s face. With some convincing, he handed the boot over and let her sit him on her lap to put them on.

“Now we can go,” Astoria straightened up with Scorpius, sitting him on her hip to take him outside.

“Duck! Quack!” Scorpius requested loudly the second they set foot onto the winding path which snaked through the grounds of Malfoy Manor. He wriggled to be put down and started to tear off towards the barn-like enclosure the peacocks sheltered inside. Astoria chuckled and followed him.

“I thought we were going to look for Daddy.” She caught up with Scorpius, who’d strode into the peacock’s enclosure and had cornered the only two of them not wandering the grounds.

“Duck!” He pointed at the bird insistently.

Scorpius was of the opinion that every bird he saw was a duck and he wouldn’t be told otherwise, despite Draco’s attempts to bird watch on every walk they took. Astoria wasn’t sure why her husband was surprised their one-year-old son couldn’t say great bustard yet could do an almost perfect imitation of a duck quacking. Draco had been thrilled to inform her that Scorpius was now calling them peacocks after he spent a solid hour practising the word with him; he seemed to have forgotten since.

“Quack quack,” Scorpius said happily, flapping his arms around in excitement and alarming the peacock stood nearest to him. “Duck.”

“Peacock, Scorpius. Can you say peacock?”

“Duck duck,” was Scorpius’ response.

“Peacock,” another voice came from behind her and Astoria turned to see Draco striding towards them. He knelt to Scorpius’ level, took his hand and gestured to the unimpressed bird before them. “Remember, Scorpius, this is a peacock.”

“Quack?” Scorpius looked hopeful. “Dada?”

“Peacocks don’t tend to quack,” he said matter of factly.

“Quack?”

“What noise do peacocks make then, Daddy?” Astoria knelt down too and smirked at her husband.

“Well… sort of… it’s a distinct call,” Draco looked put out.

Scorpius looked between his parents, then he crouched down too. “Dada,” he said with a shrug.

“We found him.” Astoria adjusted Scorpius’ bobble hat. “Scorpius wanted to come and see how you were getting on with the tree,” she explained.

“Clearly I was the object of this visit.” Draco gestured to their son, who was quacking at the peacocks again and charging around in his red Wellington boots.

“Well? Is it ready?”

Draco straightened up and gave her his hand in such a regal manner, it felt like she was being asked to dance at a ball. “This way.”

So today I informed myself about working with deities. I feel connected to mother earth - Pachamama, and the rainbow. And just as I informed myself further about the Greek rainbow goddess Iris (a name I love, by the way) I suddenly remembered that I dreamt of a double rainbow tonight. The image appeared in my mind very vividly and I was sure that I dreamt it. And later today it rained while it was sunny (in quechua there's even a word for that, it's called "chirapa").

Also, just a few weeks ago I had put up a crystal on my window and it creates lovely rainbows in my room when the sun shines through.

Even before that, on May 2nd, I saw a beautiful double rainbow.

My boyfriend and I consider the rainbow to be our symbol for many years already. His first gift to me was a rainbow colored bracelet.

The city I'm living in, Cusco, also has the rainbow as its flag.

The first card of the major arcana in tarot, the Magician, is all about potential and manifestation. It fits in beautifully with the idea that magic is truly the power of imagination.

Aligning yourself with the universe, and believing in your own power, using the resources at your disposal, you create your reality. The connection between heaven and earth, imagination and manifestation, is made through you, you let the energy flow through you.

You can do anything if you believe in yourself.

Harry Potter in the beginning thought he was just a boy, and by the end of the story found the confidence and power in himself to defeat Voldemort.

Muggle Magic

Aelys_Althea @aelysalthea

Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson/OFC Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Lily Potter, James Potter, Original Characters, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Bellatrix Lestrange, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon Divergence, James & Lily live, Muggle Upbringing, Muggle/Wizard Relations, Muggle Technology, Muggle Magic, Queer Characters, LGBTQ Character, Homophobia, Internalised Homophobia, Bullying, First boyfriend, First Time, Blowjobs, Slow Build, Like really slow, Exploring both the Muggle and Wizarding world, Dark Themes Towards the End, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Brief Depictions of Violence and Gore

Summary:

When Voldemort came for Harry, Lily took a stand. This time, Voldemort was defeated. But not enough for the Potters. Leaving the Wizarding world behind them, Harry is raised a Muggle without any knowledge of the magic. Not of the real kind, anyway. But magic always finds a way, and in his final year of high school Harry is introduced to a school of unexpected and unfamiliar people. Different people. Interesting people. And one person in particular that managed to draw a little more interest than the rest.

Excerpt:

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked.

Draco smiled. A genuine smile that, though it wasn't wide, held a hint of warmth. "Wonderful, actually. And grateful."

"Grateful?"

"Why do you sound so surprised?"

Harry shrugged under Draco's hand, the hand as warm and strangely comfortable as it shouldn't be with its unfamiliarity. "You don't seem the type, is all."

"You saved me from a horde of pathetic bullies by quite literally throwing yourself to the dragons," Draco said with a shrug of his own. "No one's ever done that for me before."

"That's a little bit sad, Draco."

"Perhaps. I personally find it incredibly attractive, but perhaps that's just me."

Harry blinked. "Excuse me?"

Draco's smile had returned, but it was slightly different this time. He cocked his head like a curious bird as he considered Harry. "Is it wrong of me to assume from their suggestions? Perhaps it is."

"What?" Harry asked. Are you… this can't really be…

"Do you fancy me?"

What the bloody hell is going on? It was one wave after another; incomprehension and misunderstanding, confusion and ridiculousness, that struck Harry with such overwhelming force that he hadn't the time to recover before the next bout struck. Jacob. The fence. Draco appearing, and then - what, magic? And now this?

In spite of himself, warmth flooded Harry's cheeks. He was acutely aware of Draco's hand still upon his shoulder, of his smile that widened slightly as Harry stuttered a reply. "I… that's not… I mean, it's not wrong, but I – it's complicated with the whole… you know… I don't want to make things awkward, and it's not like it's going to affect our studies or anything, so –"

Harry cut himself off. Or he wished he'd cut himself off. It would have been less humiliating then to be silenced by Draco leaning towards him and slightly, gently, ever so briefly, pressing his lips against his own. Except that humiliation was barely more than a distant echo in Harry's head, bulldozed by the more immediate concern.

Bloody hell, Draco Malfoy just kissed me.

Draco leant away from him. He was still smiling. His hand still rested on Harry's shoulder. And Harry couldn't move.

He'd never been so confused in his whole life.

6. Least popular fic this year

Based on hits, it’s Muggle Magic but seeing as my Shipmas fics have only been posted for a week that’s sort of to be expected😂aside from Shipmas, it’s Eleven Pancakes which is a fic about Harry’s birthday :)

14. A fic you didn’t expect to write this year

Stargazer! I didn’t think I’d ever write an AU, and the Love, Simon idea was something I really hoped someone would do because I wanted to read it, but I never imagined I would write it. I’m not even sure how I did end up writing it, it was for scorbusfest and didn’t fit any of the prompts😂but I’m so proud of how it turned out!