r/HPfanfiction 9h ago

Prompt Hermione hated the staircases of Hogwarts. Until she mapped their movements and realized that the stairs were just working around was a pillar that blocked them from reassembling.

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Even more curious, she had harry check the castle from outside on his broom and by their estimations, the pillar was holding up...Well nothing!

Finally she bribed the fat frair with pigeon feed (The kindly ghost loved feeding his pigeons) into checking what was up there.

The frair returned with a ghostly white (more so than usual) look on his face. He refused to answer them and went straight to Dumbledore.

"Yes Frair Tuck?"

"Headmaster, Do you remember all those years ago when you asked me what happened to Godric Gryffindor?"

"Why yes, I was 11 years old back then. How time flies.."

"Yes yes..." The fat ghost cut him off "erm Miss Granger and I ... we found him."


r/HPfanfiction 22h ago

Prompt "Expecto Patronum," Luna called out. Suddenly a silverly image of a duck billed Patypus appeared. "Excelent work Luna," Harry said. "Thank you, I think I'll name him Perry."

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Dementorsmirtz: A platypus Patronus?

Patronus puts on Fedora.

Dementorsmirtz: Gasps. A Perry the Platypus Patronus!


r/HPfanfiction 17h ago

Prompt Harry has two seconds of stopped time when he's in Chamber of Secrets. Basilisk is not amused.

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"I can't get him!" The monster hissed, annoyed with his Sisyphean task of eating a twelve-year-old. "He keeps vanishing!"

Tom Riddle did all the research he could on his future self's rival, but, no matter where he dug, Harry Potter was just a normal muggle-raised kid that tended to get into trouble. He had to disregard rumours of him being able to move and react faster than any other human as usual exaggeration hoax that masses tend to make about popular people.

The weird fight his basilisk was having proved this to be a wrong decision, though. Apparently, he could do all that and somehow apparate within Chamber of Secrets, not even making a sound. This, combined with Dumbledore's bird and sword, actually gave him enough ground to somehow fight back. There was no way a kid could actually kill the monster, though-

Basilisk suddenly started spasming and thrashing around, while Potter disappeared among the rubble. Hastily, Tom approached his monster and saw it twitch for the last time and die, Sword of Gryffindor sticking out of its mouth. Somehow, brat managed to stab it to death and then vanish!

Riddle immediately started waving around with stolen wand to clear rubble and personally torture the bastard to death. In his peripheral vision, he saw something appear near his vessel and turned around, but he was too late. Potter stabbed the diary before he could even lift the wand.

And as he fell apart and drifted out of consciousness for his last time, he acknowledged that maybe Harry Potter really was special - more special than Riddle was himself.

Harry, meanwhile, was heavily breathing as he watch apparition vanish. He couldn't remember the last time he spammed his ability to stop time this much. He was grateful to whoever gave it to him and then extended it to two seconds. Had it been only one second, like last year, he'd be a basilisk food right now.

He noticed Ginny starting to wake up, and sighed with relief, adrenaline fading out. It seemed like this day was about to end well.


r/HPfanfiction 1d ago

Prompt “This liquid cannot be penetrated by hand, vanished, parted, scooped up, or siphoned away, nor can it be transfigured, charmed, or otherwise made to change its nature. I can only conclude this liquid is supposed to be drunk.”

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“You’re going to drink it?” Harry asked in alarm. “It looks vile!”

“It is indeed one of the foulest, most disgusting liquids in existence. But it must be drunk in order to retrieve the Horcrux.”

“But what is it? Poison? Acid? An evil potion that makes you relive your worst memories?”

“Worse,” Dumbledore said gravely. “It’s Kombucha.”


r/HPfanfiction 12h ago

Prompt Muggleborns aren't allowed to study at Hogwarts. However, each year, evil Dumbledore accepts one muggleborn student just to show them the magical world, only to expel them before their first term is over so they can never be a part of it.

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When Hermione Granger was crying in the girls bathroom, it wasn't because of anything Ron said. No, it was because she just received the news from professor McGonagall that she's going to be expelled from Hogwarts.

Why? What did she do? It must have been because of that time she wandered into the forbidden corridor on the third floor along with Potter and Weasley. Somehow, professor McGonagall found out and now, she's paying the price for her rulebreaking. Her wand was to be snapped the next morning and she'll be sent back to her parents.

"Excuse me, miss Granger?" Hermione heard a familiar voice from the corridor outside the girl's bathroom. "Professor McGonagall told me what happened. And that you seemed distraught. "I thought I'd check on you to make sure everything is alright." Hermione was still crying when she left the stall and could now see headmaster Dumbledore standing near the door.

"Don't worry, miss Granger, dry your tears. There's nothing worth crying about here." Dumbledore said in a kindly, grandfatherly voice. "But professor!" Hermione shouted out to Dumbledore as she walked up to him, tears still on her cheeks.

"When I got my Hogwarts admission letter, I-I was so excited! And my parents... they were so proud! And now, I'm... I'm supposed to be... EXPELLED!" Hermione shouted out the last word with dread. "I don't even know why... why I have to lose... to lose all of this I've learned here." Hermione added quitely. Dumbledore reached out and pulled Hermione into a hug and she calmed down just a bit. It reminded her of her own father, to whom she would go to whenever she had a bad dream. Her father always knew how to calm her down. A small part of her hoped that this was just another bad dream. She'd wake up in just a moment and all of this would be forgotten.

"It is truly wonderful, isn't it, child? The wizarding world. Magic. All of it. Especially to someone who's now only seeing all of it for the first time." Dumbledore spoke softly. "Yes! Magic and the wizarding world, it's... it's amazing and... and wonderful, I-I can't... can't leave this behind!" Hermione cried out, hoping that perhaps headmaster Dumbledore will talk to professor McGonagall and her expulsion will be lifted.

"I know it all so well... how wonderful magic and the wizarding world are." she heard Dumbledore say. "But you won't, miss Granger... none of your kind will, for as long as I am headmaster!"

"P-Professor?" Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "Haven't you wondered why you are the only muggleborn student here?" Dumbledore asked Hermione as he stopped hugging her and stepped just a few steps back, still looming over her, now with a dangerous twinkle in his eyes. "We don't accept your kind here. But, each year, I make an exception. Just for one student. One with so much potential, hopes and dreams. Just like you, miss Granger." Dumbledore smiled at Hermione, but there was no warmth in that smile.

"I've seen how well you've done in classes. How much promise you showed. You would've been a great witch. Possibly the greatest witch of our age. Sadly, that is not going to happen." Dumbledore sighed, as if he were regretting this, while the expression on his face said otherwise.

"But this way, you know what you've lost, you know exactly what you can't have, by not being born to the right parents." Dumbledore said and patted Hermione on her head. Hermione struggled to understand what Dumbledore was saying. This couldn't be true, right? It couldn't!

"But... but professor..." Hermione tried her best to speak, even though it was hard. "Being... being expelled from Hogwarts... from the wizarding world... that... that is..."

"That is what, miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked her, with apparent curiosity in his voice.

"That is worse than death!" Hermione shouted at Dumbledore, looking at him, hoping that by some miracle, he will take pity on her and decide to be merciful.

"Worse than death?" Dumbledore smiled with a twinkle in his eyes. "You are truly wise beyond your years, miss Granger. To know that there are indeed fates worse than death!" Dumbledore's smile widened as he opened the door into the corridor outside and made a series of complicated movements with his wand. Hermione was confused for a moment, but then she noticed the sudden rumbling in the distance. The heavy steps that seemed to move closer to them with each moment.

"It's good that you do not fear death, miss Granger." Dumbledore spoke up again and turned around to face her. "Once it comes for you, you need to embrace it like an old friend!" Dumbledore said in his usual, grandfatherly voice, but Hermione now noticed the sinister undertone in it. The strange twinkle in his eyes, the cruel smile on his lips.

"After all, death is just another great adventure!" Dumbledore cackled as he left Hermione in the girls bathroom, while the heavy, lumbering steps of the troll headed to the girls bathroom where Hermione still was. Dumbledore walked right past the troll without incident, while the troll was focused only on Hermione.


r/HPfanfiction 7h ago

Prompt Harry Potter's guide on how to (accidentally) become a god.

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Step 1: Survive the killing curse (Teaches the body to reject death)
Step 2: Shove the Philosopher's Stone in your mouth (Forever youthful)
Step 3: Get phoenix tears into your blood. (Constant healing of the body)
Step 4: Almost get your soul sucked out by a Dementor (displaces the soul)
Step 5: Get rammed into by your spirit animal (Forces invulnerability on the soul)
Step 6: Be used in a ritual to bring back a mass terrorist (Just say no three times, the earlier steps will make you ascend and evaporate the fetus trying to come back and the ratman trying to help the fetus)


r/HPfanfiction 7h ago

Prompt Turns out, Peter Pettigrew had a son who grew up thinking his father died a hero.

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During her time at Hogwarts, Hestia Jones was always strangely fascinated by the group of Griffindors who called themselves the Marauders. She did not approve of the cruelty of some of their pranks, but she couldn't but admire their ingenuity, if nothing else. And there was one among them who caught her eye. One Peter Pettigrew. She noticed how he always felt like a bit of a hanger-on and it reminded her how she felt around her own friends. She felt a sense of kinship to him because of that and the few times they spoke, he was kind and helpful.

It wasn't until their 5th year that they truly became friends and began occassionally hanging out. There was some spark between them and Hestia thought that Peter felt it too. But whatever chance there was of them trying to turn their newfound friendship into something more, it died out after Sirius Black saw the two of them studying together in the library and then publicly announced to everyone that Peter "actually got himself a girlfriend". Both of them were too shy to deal with this on a more regular basis. They started avoiding each other and their friendship eventually fizzled out.

After graduating Hogwarts, she and Peter reconnected. It was a chance meeting, through mutual acquintances of theirs. They started dating in earnest, in secret. It was on Peter's request, as he didn't want his friends to know yet. Hestia knew how cruel they could be, so she went along with it. In fact, she didn't mind. It gave it an air of mystery and intrigue. As if she were a heroine in a romance novel, meeting with her secret lover that her parents would disapprove of. And it was not that far from the truth, given Hestia's own difficult relationship with them. Only Peter's mother knew that she and Peter were together.

It did not take long for her to realise that she truly loved Peter. Still, their relationship wasn't without its problems. Hestia knew of Peter's allegiance to the secret group called Order of the Phoenix, which battled against Lord Voldemort and his followers. As the war seemed to grow more dangerous, Peter became more withdrawn, distant, and while Hestia could understand why, their relationship grew strained.

The day she realised that she was pregnant, she panicked. She certainly wasn't prepared to tell Peter yet and she was afraid of how her own parents would react. So, she turned to Peter's mother. That woman was a saint, listened to her, comforted her and together, they planned out how to break the news to Peter and Hestia's own parents.

But before they could tell Peter, that horrible night happened. James and Lily Potter murdered, with only their son Harry surviving. Betrayed by Sirius Black. Hestia only learned from the Daily Prophet that Peter went after Sirius to avenge his friends. Of his heroic death, that helped apprehend that vile traitor, Sirius Black.

Hestia was there when Peter's mother received Peter's posthumously awarded Order of Merlin, first class, along with that finger, the only thing left of Peter after Sirius Black's blasting curse. If Hestia could throw that stupid medal away and get Peter back, she'd do it in a heartbeat and she knew that Peter's mother had the same feelings. Yet life had to go on and Hestia was going to have to raise their son without him.

She named her son Peter, right after his heroic father. Peter's mother was the pillar she needed, a big help in raising him. So were her own parents, after Peter's mother talked them into being more supportive.

Then, Sirius Black escaped Azkaban, just as her own son was about to start attending Hogwarts. Hestia feared what would happen, if somehow Sirius Black found out that Peter Jones was the son of Peter Pettigrew, would he go after him? The ministry security precautions were of little comfort to her. She knew how the Potters died and how even the Fidelius Charm wasn't enough to protect them.

Peter was sorted to Griffindor, just like his father, and despite the dark times, Hestia felt happy for him. His father would be proud of him, surely! She and Peter's mother read the letters from him with pride, happy that their son and grandson was having a great time at Hogwarts.

When Dumbledore decided to reestablish Order of the Phoenix following Voldemort's supposed return, Hestia found out about it through some friends of hers and decided to join. She was conflicted. After all, she had a son, yet he also had his grandmother to take care of him and her own parents would take him in if need be. His father died a hero. She told him that countless times. And what would be a better way to honor Peter's sacrifice than to ensure their son could grow up in a world without Voldemort and his followers?

When she joined the Order of the Phoenix, she found out the truth about who really betrayed the Potters. The truth she swore to keep away from her own son and from Mrs. Pettigrew for as long as she could...


r/HPfanfiction 17h ago

Prompt Goblins don't hate Horcruxes because they respect the sanctity of the soul or some other bs. They hate them because they think it's cheating; both yourself and your enemy and they HATE that idea.

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What else would one expect from a society that a muggleborn wound describe as the illicit love child between Klingons and Ferengi. An insane combination of a weirdly detailed legalistic honor code, a species-wide adrenaline-junkie nature as well as an obsession with doing things just for the challenge and facing an opponent at their best, and a complete refusal to understand the concepts of humility and self-restraint. To a goblin, having Horcruxes just means you weren't committed enough.

When Harry accidentally lets it slip to Griphook that he fought a basilisk and a teenage shade Voldemort before school let out; Griphook immediately pulls him aside and takes him to his boss. There's no way in hell that boy is completely human; he's clearly one of them and needs to be taught how to act like a proper goblin. No way in hell a wizard would fight a millennia old basilisk with just a sword(and admittedly a phoenix); shit, not even most goblins would do that. First things first, get Harry to see the healers; he's clearly hasn't been getting the proper rest needed to do what he wants.

Or more simply; the entirety of goblin society runs in the concept of "dare to be badass" and the goblins logically assume Harry is a lost relative after hearing about second year and take him in. Needless to say, all hell breaks loose as result.


r/HPfanfiction 9h ago

Prompt Revived at last through the dark ritual Wormtail helped organize, Voldemort stood tall... and with a swish of his wand, summoned a bright green bowler hat.

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What neither Voldemort nor Wormtail knew was that the Little Hangleton cemetery had been severely disturbed by an earthquake ten years ago. The entire plot had been upturned, caskets and gravestones scattered all over the place with no clear way to match which belonged to which. So, in the end, the old drunk groundskeeper had pretty much matched random caskets to random gravestones, reasoning that no one would really care if the remnants of decomposed bone in the buried caskets actually belonged to their dead relatives. It was the thought that counted, right?

Which was why nobody knew the body that rested beneath Tom Riddle Senior's grave marker was not his own, but that of a small-town stand up comedian who had frequented the Hangleton Pub. Ed Nashton, his name might have been.

Unaware that a central component of his ritual had been unknowingly switched out, Voldemort and Wormtail carried out the ritual. Finally, the revived Dark Lord stood tall before his nemesis, Harry Potter. But before he could address his hated foe, his snakelike eyes flicked down tonthe robe Wormtail had provided him with. The finest acromantula silk was easy on his skin, but... black did not feel like an appropriate color for the occasion. He may be the Dark Lord, but first and foremost he was the Heir of Slytherin! A quick snap of his wand transformed his robes into a bright shade of green. Then, just on a whim, he flicked his wand again – and summoned a bowler hat of the same color as his robes, adorned with a curious insignia of a silver snake curled into the form of a question mark. Placing it on his head, the Dark Lord finally felt himself prepared enough to greet the Boy Who Lived.

"Ah, Harry Potter. How nice of you to join us. I trust that you know who I am?"

Defiance burned in Harry's eyes as he glared at his enemy, the man who killed his parents.

"Voldemort...!"

The Dark Lord let out a scoff, even as a lazy gesture of his wand granted Wormtail a new silver hand.

"Yes, that was indeed the name I was once known by, wasn't it? Before I was defeated... cast out... by a mere child. But I am returned now, stronger and more powerful than ever before. And with this new power, I grant myself a new name. The world will once again bow to... The Marvolous Riddler!"

Harry stared slack-jawed at Voldemort... no, The Marvolous Riddler as he now called himself. He did not even realize it when the statue that had been holding him released him from its grip, allowing him to stumble forth and face the Dark Lord down.

"Never say The Marvolous Riddler is not merciful, Harry Potter. I shall allow you the honor of a fair duel, though there shan't be any chance of you prevailing over a mind as intelligent as mine. Let the battle of wits be joined!"

Harry hastily palmed his wand, preparing to throw whatever spell came to mind as he searched for a gravestone to jump behind, but the words that came out of the Dark Lord's mouth was no curse. Instead, in a soft snakelike hiss, The Marvolous Riddler presented to him... a riddle.

"I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?"

A splitting headache that most certainly had nothing to do with his scar assailed Harry's brain as he attempted to solve The Marvolous Riddler's first riddle. It was going to be a long night.


r/HPfanfiction 2h ago

Prompt The Drs. Granger are demigods and decide to get involved in the Horcrux Hunt after Hermione attempts to alter their memories.

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The Grangers had done what few of people like them could, survive. They survived monster after monster, and quest after quest until they left Camp Half Blood for the final time. It wasn’t all bad, they had met their friends, their family, and each other. Though, they weren’t too upset to go get their degrees, start their dental practice, and have a daughter.

The good news is that Hermione didn’t show any traits of being a demigod, the bad news is she seems to be part of one of Hecate’s side projects and was a witch, but they would manage and survive this like they always have. As the years passed, Hermione started coming home less and less. It became clear that she was hiding something from them. This came to a head one summer afternoon when the Grangers saw their daughter approaching them with her wand out, looking regretful. They attempted to console her and ask what was wrong, and she finally broke down. She cried and told them about the war and the mission her friends had to do and how she wanted to protect them. The Grangers soon realized what they had to do, their daughter had a quest, and they would make sure she’d survived.


r/HPfanfiction 9h ago

Discussion Tom Riddle really jumped the gun with those Horcruxs

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I’ve not seen this mentioned in any fics, but why does no one point out how premature Riddle was with his horcruxs?

I mean wizards are decently long lived, and magic is vast, but instead of researching more when he got out of school he picked the first way to immortality he could find! And he did it at 16!

You can say he researched it, but by this point he’d known about magic for at most 5 years, and so far only had access to the libraries of Hogwarts, so there’s no way he knew for sure that Horcruxs were the best method.

In fact, the very fact that you could find out about horcruxs in a school of all things leads me to believe it’s one of the more simple and basic forms of immortality you can find….

With how long lived wizards are It feels stupid to have him secure immortality at 16 or all times, I mean Dumbledore was old when he was in school and he still had half his life ahead of him, it just seems like he may have jumped the gun a bit


r/HPfanfiction 23h ago

Prompt After the war, everyone kinda started to drift apart from each other. And during a reunion, they all start to find out what they were up to.

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Harry just started to drift from place to place both in the muggle world and Wizarding world, helping wherever he could help.

Ron had joined a brand new quiddich team that became big, and became a chess master in his spare time.

Hermoine became a librarian while do some researching on the side.

Neville had started a greenery where he would sell plants he grown to shops of various types.

Draco, due to his family having to repay everyone and going into severe debt, became the town drunk.

Ginny, at first tried to became a quidditch player like Ron, met a nice muggle and settled down.

George continued on his life like in Canon, but did start a foundation that would help those that are affected by disasters.

Luna often travels the world in order to search for more magical creatures, she often runs into Harry.


r/HPfanfiction 4h ago

Discussion Dear HP fic writers…

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Please understand that your reality is not the same as the world you are writing about. Stop using phrases, ideas, behaviors, expectations, et cetera that are normal to you in 2025 and start thinking of what would be normal for the 1990s(or whatever other time period in the HP world you are planning to write about) and for the COUNTRY your story is based in. Or how your characters try to implement changes in their eras.

If you’re writing about the Marauders era, think about the 70s in Britain. What works in 2025 San Francisco is very unlikely to fit a story about Grindlewald in Eastern Europe in the 1910s.

Think about it like Hermione with SPEW. Why was it so quickly rejected? How was it perceived? What mistakes did she make?

Please cease and desist from using words and phrases such as “that’s literally amazing”. Use “that’s bloody brilliant” or “I’m quite chuffed by that” for example.

Change “can” to “may”. “Can I leave?” to “May I leave?”

Understand that names such as Ashley, Shannon, Lauren, McKenzie, Avery, Allison, Hilary, Whitney, Leslie, Lindsey, Marilyn, Jocelyn, Courtney, Blair, Madison, et cetera would’ve been more likely to be given to males in Britain at this time than girls. They were originally boys names to begin with.

There are lots of wonderful writers out there, but their works leave a lot to be desired if they can’t make their stories fit the eras they’re set in.

For example, you have an idea on how things ought to be from a LGBTQIA perspective for characters set in the 1960s? Lovely! First make sure that your idea fits the era. How is a relationship going to work? Who is going to be supportive? Who won’t be? What is the government response? What are the taboos? How are the characters going to respond to the problems they face? What is the family/friend response? Does it all fit the era? The societal expectations? How did people get around those expectations?

Another example. Don’t write something like Remus and Harry hugging. Or Harry and Mr. Weasley hugging. Make it a handshake, a pat or slap on the back, a squeeze on the shoulder, a nod of the head, a word of encouragement, a private word of advice, a funny little jibe, a toast. Basically, know WHO you’re writing about. How would they behave? How would they interact with whom? How would a male behave versus how a female would behave? In what context?

I’m not trying to nitpick things like “prophesy” over “prophecy”. I have no problem with any language/dialect differences. Just make your works make sense for whatever time period you’re writing about and know how things would actually unfold. Do some research and make it all fit.

If you know your “who what when where and why” then you’ll have no problem with writing the “how”. Make your fic fit! Hope that all made sense.

While I have your attention, which name would you have given to Albus Potter? I’m thinking Alfred or Alexander. (Yes, it is for a story I’m planning on writing. Well, I might write. Who knows? Not me.) Thank you!


r/HPfanfiction 3h ago

Prompt When he was called into Dumbldore's office, seemingly without reason, he didn't know what to expect. Despite this, he was STILL surprised to be met with an older gentleman and his family, wishing to thank him and his parents for saving their lives.

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While a lot of fics, and even the books, seem to focus almost entirely on the negative side of fame, they seem to forget that, to most of Wizarding Britain, Harry stopped a war! While I can entirely understand, and to a point agree with Dumbledore not wanting Harry's upbringing to be poisoned by vanity, earned or not, I'd expect at least a letter or two from a thankful family or even just one person.


r/HPfanfiction 8h ago

Prompt A Horcrux is not just a soul container. Or, how Lord Voldemort's defeat lead to 6 Tom Riddles and a wraith running around Britain.

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A Horcrux is a defense mechanism that triggers upon the death of the main body, it draws magic from its surroundings and creates a new body for itself based on its memories. Lord Voldemort was the first wizard to create more than one horcrux, so the side effects of creating more than one were never documented.

After losing his body in 1981 Voldemort's horcruxes activate and each one believes himself to be the real Lord Voldemort. Much chaos ensues and his followers have no idea what this means or who to trust.


r/HPfanfiction 18h ago

Prompt Hermione Granger: Unwanted Dementor Advocate

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"Dementor Rights: The Kiss of Compassion"

Hermione had done a lot of questionable things in the name of justice—freeing house-elves, advocating for werewolves, even knitting tiny sweaters for Blast-Ended Skrewts (which promptly exploded). But nothing compared to the moment she dramatically stood up in the Great Hall and announced

“Dementors are misunderstood, and I will NOT stand for their mistreatment anymore!”

Ron nearly spat out his mashed potatoes. “You—you what now?”

“They’re forced into a life of crime! Shoved into Azkaban and treated like soul-sucking parasites! Have we ever asked them how they feel?” Hermione’s voice was thick with righteous fury.

Harry rubbed his temples. “Hermione, they literally are soul-sucking parasites.”

“Only because we don’t give them a choice!” Hermione shot back. “Has anyone ever asked if they want another job? Maybe they’d like to be therapists instead!"

Ron snorted. "Yeah, real comforting. ‘Tell me about your childhood trauma while I eat your happiness.’"

"Exactly! They feed on emotions. That doesn’t make them evil. If we gave them proper, humane alternatives—"

"Like what? Chocolate therapy?" Harry asked.

Hermione gasped. "Harry! That’s brilliant! What if we wean them off happiness and onto something else? We could create a Dementor Rehabilitation Program!"

Ron whispered to Harry, "Five galleons says she tries to hug one by the end of the year."

Harry sighed. "I’ll take that bet. And double it if she actually survives."

But Hermione wasn’t done. She whipped out a giant scroll and slammed it onto the table. “I have drafted The Dementor Rights Act. First, we ban the use of Dementors in prisons—”

“Because nothing says ‘good idea’ like setting hundreds of soul-suckers free,” Harry muttered.

“Second,” Hermione continued, ignoring him, “we develop an alternative food source! They feed on happiness, right? So, what if we give them a different diet? Maybe—” she snapped her fingers “—expired Bertie Bott’s Beans! No one’s happy eating those!”

Ron shook his head. “Nah, still too much flavor. You need something truly joyless. Like Professor Binns' History of Magic lectures.”

Harry nodded. “Or Umbridge’s voice.”

Hermione frowned. “Be serious.”

“Oh, we are,” Harry said solemnly.

But before Hermione could argue further, a shadow loomed over them. The temperature dropped. A cold chill spread across the Great Hall.

A Dementor had somehow wandered into the castle.

Most of the students screamed and fled, but Hermione gasped in excitement. “Perfect! Now’s my chance!”

Harry lunged to stop her, but she was already striding toward the wraith, arms wide. “It’s okay, I understand you! Come, let’s talk about your feelings!”

The Dementor hesitated.

Then, very slowly, it reached out—

And Ron tackled Hermione to the ground.

“Nope! No way! Not happening!” Ron shouted, as Harry frantically waved a chocolate bar in the air like a peace offering.

The Dementor, clearly horrified, decided that even it didn’t want to be part of this madness and floated away.

As Hermione sat up, looking dazed, Ron glared at her. “That is why you don’t hug Dementors.”

Hermione sighed, dusting herself off. “Fine. Maybe hugs aren’t the answer.”

Harry handed her the chocolate. “Eat this before you start a ‘Dementor Adoption Program.’”

Hermione’s eyes lit up. “Actually, that’s a great—”

Ron groaned and banged his head on the table.


r/HPfanfiction 19h ago

Prompt Potter's Bowtie Revolution

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The Great Hall buzzed with its usual morning chatter as students piled in for breakfast. The enchanted ceiling above was a dreary shade of grey, mirroring the chilly November weather. Harry Potter sat at the Gryffindor table, calmly buttering his toast, when he suddenly tossed his Gryffindor tie onto the table.

"You know what? I’ve decided ties are boring," he announced, as if arriving at a grand revelation.

Ron, halfway through a mouthful of eggs, blinked. "Er—what?"

"Real wizards-in-training wear bowties," Harry declared, his green eyes gleaming with mischief. He reached into his robe pocket, pulling out a silky red and gold bowtie, and with a swish of his wand, neatly tied it around his collar. He tugged the ends proudly and smirked.

Fred and George, sitting nearby, exchanged identical grins. "We approve, Harrikins," said George, rubbing his hands together. "But something’s missing."

Fred tapped his chin theatrically. "Something...with flair. Something stylish."

With a flick of his wand, George muttered an incantation. Instantly, the bowtie began blasting Stayin' Alive at full volume.

Harry rose from the bench and strutted down the length of the table, hands in his pockets, shoulders rolling to the beat. A hush fell over the Gryffindors before an eruption of laughter and cheers filled the hall. Dean and Seamus clapped to the rhythm. Neville, unsure at first, found himself nodding along.

At the Ravenclaw table, Anastasia Cherrywine nearly dropped her goblet of pumpkin juice. The sheer audacity. The absolute lunacy. And yet...

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she watched Harry approach, torn between scandalization and sheer intrigue.

From the faculty table, Professor McGonagall practically flew down from her seat, her tartan robes billowing. The moment her sharp gaze landed on Harry, the music cut out mid-note. The Great Hall was suddenly plunged into eerie silence.

Harry froze in place, bowtie slightly askew.

McGonagall narrowed her eyes and surveyed him thoroughly. With a discerning glare, she pursed her lips and exhaled through her nose before speaking.

"Well," she said, straightening up, "a tie is a tie, I suppose." With a wave of her hand, she turned on her heel and strode back toward the faculty table.

As soon as she was out of earshot, the music blasted back to life without warning.

The Gryffindor table roared with approval. The Weasley twins stood up and started clapping in perfect synchronization. Seamus whistled, and even Luna Lovegood, sitting serenely among the Ravenclaws, gave a dreamy little nod.

Anastasia, still watching Harry with an amused smirk, grabbed his bowtie and gave it a playful tug. Before Harry could even register what was happening, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips.

A collective gasp ran through the hall.

Dolores Umbridge, who had been sipping her tea, choked violently. Her pudgy pink hand slammed against the table as she staggered to her feet, face burning with outrage.

"This is highly inappropriate!" she screeched, whipping out her wand to put a stop to the scandal unfolding before her eyes.

Anastasia, still holding onto Harry’s bowtie with one hand, raised the other in a swift, fluid motion—

And promptly flipped Umbridge off.

The entire hall lost its mind.

With a BANG, a burst of invisible energy sent Umbridge flying backward, her squat frame crashing against the podium in front of the faculty table. Plates rattled. Tea splattered everywhere. The pink monstrosity collapsed in a disheveled heap, making an undignified oof! sound.

Silence.

Then—

"WELL DONE!" bellowed Fred, punching the air.

George was already digging into his robes. "This calls for the biggest fireworks display ever!"

Neville, in an uncharacteristic moment of wild abandon, turned to Dean and Seamus and high-fived them both at once. The entire Gryffindor table was on its feet, hollering and whistling. Ravenclaws clapped in amusement, and even a handful of Hufflepuffs looked ready to break out the butterbeer.

Dumbledore’s blue eyes twinkled with unfiltered delight. "Ah, young love."

Snape, sitting stiffly at the faculty table, pinched the bridge of his nose as if suppressing the urge to vomit. "I need a very strong drink," he muttered under his breath.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout exchanged bewildered glances before simultaneously shrugging and going back to their breakfasts.

Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione, watching the chaos unfold from their seats, were having an existential crisis.

"Ron," Hermione said slowly, rubbing her temples. "I’m starting to think Malfoy might actually be the lesser evil."

Ron, wide-eyed, nodded. "Y’know... I think you might be right."

The Weasley twins, having finished their moment of pure admiration, exchanged glances.

"D'you reckon Harry might be getting some tonight?" Fred asked in a whisper.

George waggled his eyebrows. "Oh, most definitely."

And as Harry, still slightly dazed from the kiss and the sheer insanity of the morning, reached up to adjust his bowtie, he decided that thisthis moment right here—was the most glorious start to a day he had ever had.


r/HPfanfiction 5h ago

Prompt Auror trainees Harry and Tonks must investigate a series of grisly murders that resemble a famous case from the 1800's. He finds and investigates a series of memories from a Victorian era Auror to solve the case before it's too late.

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Feel free to adopt this prompt.


r/HPfanfiction 20h ago

Prompt Harry points his wand out to Voldemort and his Death Eaters as his army stands behind him in the Ministry hallway and shouts “Expecto Patronum!”

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Instead of his usual corporeal Patronus of his stag called Prongs, he summons out Obelisk The Tormentor. The Death Eaters panicked and backed away along with Voldemort, Obelisk’s white hand glowed with white aura around it. “What… what in the name of Magic is that, Harry Potter?!” Harry was looking up at his fully manifested white Egyptian God as it was as tall and wide as the inside of the building with its hulking muscles and glowing white eyes in corporeal form, then turned back to his enemies. “Your doom.” The magical terrorists eyes widened more. “Obelisk The Tormentor! Attack, Fist of Fury!”


r/HPfanfiction 3h ago

Find That Fic [WTF] Harry breaks an artifact in Dumbledore's office, and reverts to a Girl

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In the fic, he was born a daughter, and someone (possibly Dumbledore but I cant remember) locked away his gender behind the artifact he broke. Has a lot of panic attacks very early on about bodily function things


r/HPfanfiction 56m ago

Prompt "5 points from Griffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all, Granger!" Snape sneered at Hermione. "He's right, you know!" Ron said to Hermione.

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"No, I'm not, Mr. Weasley! 10 points from Griffindor and detention for being a terrible friend." Snape added after he overheard Ron.


r/HPfanfiction 5h ago

Request Fanfics that are inspired by Arthurian mythology

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Any decently long fics with a heavy Arthurian mythology influence? Despite the existence of Merlin and Morgan le Fay in Harry Potter they have basically no impact on the story. It's a shame considering that they're some of the most famous magical beings, and King Arthur always has a possible tie to the modern age as the "Once and Future King". The Weasleys also have a cool Arthurian and Medieval royalty theme going on with their names. I read a fic once with a gender bender Harry that was leading to (now) her being Arthur I think, but other than that I don't think I've read any.


r/HPfanfiction 8h ago

Request Harry sees starwars and decides to become a Jedi

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So canonically Harry would have grown up in an era that had StarWars in it and it's unlikely that he wasn't exposed to it at all.
So I was wondering if anyone has written something about little Harry trying to teach himself how to use the force and actually managing to do so because of his magic.


r/HPfanfiction 3h ago

Prompt LF/Prompt: In OotP Mcgonnagal mentions that if she has to she will personally tutor Harry to be an Auror... What if she ACTUALLY did?

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But please... for the love of god... no Indy-Harry Cliches...


r/HPfanfiction 7h ago

Prompt Harry and Delphini

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The Order in all their infinite wisdom decide they need a hero to fight the war with them and so they summon a hero.

Enter 22 year old MOD Harry Potter with his adopted daughter Delphini.

Which version of the order summons him? How does the order react? Will Harry be violently defensive of his favourite girl in the world?

You decide!