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This was never going to be easy. Every time he’d thought about it over the last few weeks, Gideon had felt his stomach quail. At the very least this would result in public humiliation that he knew he’d never really recover from... at the worst, it would destroy his life entirely.

But the guilt he felt every time he looked at Rebecca drowned out the fear. She had far more courage than he did; knowing the risks, she’d still chosen to stand up for what she believed in, putting herself in terrible danger and coming an inch from death in the process. He’d thought his heart was going to shatter beyond repair when he saw her lying in a hospital bed, pale and still and barely even breathing.

Even once she was able to get up, she was shaky and weak for a long time, and he couldn’t stop thinking about what would have happened if the curse had hit just an inch to the right. He knew it was one of his own companions, one of the Death Eaters, who’d almost killed her. And he’d supported it all - the cold, blinkered, cruel-minded bigotry that had led to the battle.

He owed this to her to make things right, now he finally saw just how cruel and ruthless the regime of Lord Voldemort had really been. He owed it to his brave girl to acknowledge that what he had done was wrong, and that she’d been right to stand up against it.

So, once Rebecca was well enough to look after herself, he’d written to the new Minister asking for an appointment, giving no real hints as to what it was about. Protected by his own glowing credentials and the fact that none of the surviving Death Eaters seemed to have seen fit to turn him in, he’d been left alone, and now he could use that to his advantage.

Now he was walking into the Ministry this morning, drawing his personal dignity around him like a shield as he collected his visitor’s badge, presented his wand for inspection, and headed towards the lifts to go to the Minister’s office on Level One. It was almost automatic; he’d visited these offices so often over the past twenty years or so that he knew the way well.

Running over what he wanted to say in his mind, he stopped outside the Minister’s office, took a slow breath, braced himself, and knocked.

he doesn’t remember picking up the quill he now twirls ‘round his fingers , but he continues to do so regardless , eyes fixated upon the fire that blooms before them. a calculated calm settles over his shoulders , a day’s worth of discussions with his father still swirling around his young mind. he couldn’t scrub it all if he tried , the pressure being placed between his shoulder blades more daunting with each day that passes. sixteen. they are only sixteen , and yet his future has been carved out right before his eyes. it charms him. it ails him. 

“ have you given any thought to what you’re going to do ? once we’ve finished school? ”

his voice is distant , a gleaming display of his repulsion for small talk and idle conversation. and that’s not what this is , but he is not yet willing to give that away , to offer up the truth of his intentions. although , augustus is a smart boy. it’s what drew rodolphus in to begin with , was it not ? 

uh...

TEAL = We have a lot in common.

MAROON = You taught me something new.

PERIWINKLE= You make me laugh

BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.

VERMILION = You make me feel passionate

SAFFRON = I love your ideas

TIMBERWOLF = I trust you

CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie

BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you

mun meme i can answer from mobile bc i’m in too much pain to sit up again // accepting! // @picklerps

Actually got this one twice, so this time around let’s do it for the hp muses — @thewrongsorts ( and I’ve done “one each” bc I’m a monster )

Alice: In her coma au, she puts off visiting Frank for a very long time, and I’d love to have somebody call her out on that sometime, haha. Or more generally, interaction with other older muses in her coma au. People who know more of how she’s feeling, seeing the first War repeat like it is.

Charis: This is a bit unspecific, but… People distrusting her, honestly. After the War it’s pretty clear who she is, but at some point she had to first make contact with the Order and convince someone she genuinely wanted to be a informant. Even when she was in hiding and helping organize resources and safe houses, a lot of people would know her best for her family is.

Charlie: I think, of his siblings, Charlie has the hardest time relating to Percy— they definitely have some things in common, but Charlie was always popular and laid-back and especially when they were both at school just didn’t understand his brother’s struggles. I’m curious how badly it would go if Charlie tried to reach out when Perce was disconnecting from the family.

Fleur: We see part of how Fleur and Molly start to respect each other, but I’d really like to write Ginny and Fleur…..trying. Maybe making progress, maybe not, but making an effort. Something that acknowledges they’re both at fault for how badly they get along.

James: I wanna write single dad au James during the Triwizard Tournament, someone let me write single dad au James during the Triwizard Tournament, I wanna hurt my son,,,

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James Potter would 100% disagree with Dumbledore. Had he been alive? It wouldn’t have happened. Let’s be real, Harry Potter would have been pulled out of Hogwarts first year and if not first, then definitely by second. James doesn’t fuck around when it comes to the safety of his child, or anyone that he cares about. 

James knowing what Harry’s life was like, he would be outraged. Would he be proud of his son? Of course, completely. His son is a Gryffindor through and through, he made the right and good choice every single time. But he shouldn’t have had to. If James had his way, those Horcruxes would have been hunted down and destroyed by perfectly capable adults and if they figure out Harry is one? Well, Voldemort is weak enough, he’s only got one left....just lock him up somewhere and leave it at that. 

He would never, in a million years agree with his kid being bred for slaughter, or having that amount of pressure on his shoulders. He’d be over protective probably to a fault and no amount of reasoning or talk of the Greater Good would change his mind. The amount of secrets was unnecessary, Harry did not need to be confused the entire time and the fate of the wizarding world did not need to be left in the hands of children with barely any training. 

Hermione hadn’t been to a lot of weddings in her life, two when she was eight and ten, accompanied by her parents. They hadn’t been anything like this of course, with magic visible all around the place. She truly loved it.

Ron and Ginny had to socialize with their family of course and Harry looked to be in deep conversation with a wizard a few tables away, which left Hermione alone for a few minutes. Her mind was already too focused on the task ahead of her and her two friends and she found it hard to truly enjoy herself, there was so much left to be done after all.

That’s when she noticed Viktor and she’d smiled warmly up at him, it was good to see an old and familiar face in this crowd. She couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his small talk, subject of the weather was a safe one, but she thought they knew each other better than that. 

It wasn’t often Remus got so lucky as to find a job that paid enough for renting a room and some reasonably new clothes - well, new for him, at least, though they were second-hand. They still looked a whole lot better than the shabby robes he’d been wearing for the last couple of years, though. And while he was at it, he’d decided to get some groceries, too...

Purchases in hand, stuffed into the battered old cloth shopping bag, he got about three steps towards the exit of the last shop and collided heavily with someone, knocking their things everywhere. “Oh, Merlin’s beard, I am so sorry -” He began picking up what he could for them, face blazing with embarrassment.

“Oh my God, Remus!” Lily exclaimed, running over to hug him without hesitation. She felt like it’d been ages since she’d see him, and that was probably true- the Order had everyone running around on different things trying to take down the Death Eaters. But she worried about them all, worried about him, because no one should have to be out there in this world alone. “Are you okay? Have you eaten? Have you seen the boys yet? -they’ll be so happy to hear you’re back..”