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Ginny was amazed at how quickly Seamus and Dean managed to arrange a grand afterparty in the common room after winning the Cup. The room was bedecked in red and gold and the lion crest on banners on the wall. They even managed to secure an impressive amount of Firewhiskey and butterbeer.
She watched as everyone whooped and cheered, holding the Cup over their heads. She laughed as Ron was lifted into the air, a chorus of the familiar “Weasley is Our King” beginning.
She felt as though she were walking on clouds, high off the adrenaline of a victory they worked so hard for.
Demelza ran up to Ginny, her hair slightly frizzy. She wrapped Ginny in a bear hug. “I can't remember the last time I had this much fun!” She called over the noise.
Ginny laughed, releasing her. “Me either! I can't believe we won!” She could barely hear her voice over the music and cheering of the crowd.
The cheering got louder as Ron, still in the air, lifted the Cup with him. Ginny had never seen her brother so confident and outgoing.
The moment that Ron was placed on the ground, the portrait hole to the common room swung open and Ginny turned to see Harry entering, a look of bewilderment and amazement etched on his face.
Ginny watched as Ron came up to Harry, showing him the Cup, screaming “We won, Harry, we won!” Harry laughed.
Ginny did not know what it was. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the match or the happiness of winning. Or maybe it was simply seeing Harry standing there, a bright smile on his face and his green eyes shining, that caused her legs to move of their own accord.
She ran to him.
for @jilymicrofics prompt: the word count: 164
James stepped back into bed, holding a letter he hadn’t even bothered to open and yet he was smiling like a fool.
“James?”
He waved with the envelope. “It’s the first time we’ve been referred to as the Potters.” He showed her. “The Potters.”
Lily took the envelope from him and looked at the sombre design with the thin dark stripe lining the edges. Another death. At least if they received this letter before a personal letter to announce the death, it wouldn’t be someone they knew closely. Hopefully.
James—still oblivious—flopped down on the bed beside her. “I don’t care what people say about us being too young to marry. I’ve literally never felt so sure about anything.” His mouth snapped shut when he caught her expression. “What is it?”
“It’s a funeral notice, James.” She opened the envelope, discarding it beside her and unfolded the letter with a heavy heart.
“Who is it?” he asked.
Lily breathed out. “The Prewett brothers.”
If I was desperate for kudos I would not be out here posting villain ships, minor character rarepairs, and other deeply unpopular ships.
I know how to write popular fic. I know how to farm kudos. That's not what I'm here for.
"Readers need to remember that authors don't know a reader liked their fic unless the reader tells them by leaving a kudos or a comment" does not mean "waahhh waahhh I need attention!"
It means "even if writers write purely for themselves, if you don't bother to interact with writers when you do enjoy their work, they might stop posting and just keep their work to themselves."
"If you enjoy a work you should kudos or comment" is not aimed at the people who aren't reading the fanfiction in question.
"If you enjoy a work you should kudos or comment" is not aimed at the people who did not enjoy the fanfiction in question.
"If you enjoy a work you should kudos or comment" is aimed at people who read a fanfiction, enjoyed it, and then didn't bother to even do the bare minimum to share their excitement about it with the work's creator, even though that excitement is literally the only thing they get in return for posting their work.
Fanfiction authors write because they enjoy writing. They post because they want to form a connection with the people who enjoyed their work.
This is not an attempt to scold anyone, I literally don't care if I get kudos or not. It's simply an attempt to remind people that fanfiction is a community, and fan authors can't read your mind.
THIS THIS THIS
Look, I write A LOT.
I work with heritage organizations professionally, helping tell their histories in engaging ways. It's important work, but it's faceless. My name isn't on most of what I write.
But fanfiction? Fanfiction is an act of COMMUNITY. I write fan fiction because I want to connect with others, to explore our common humanity. These are my words, and they do belong to me, but they belong to YOU too.
If no one interacts with my work, it isn't that it bruises my ego or whatever. It is that I am not making the connection. I share my words because I want to TALK TO YOU about it. And in fact, the community I create in my fan spaces gives me the energy to do the faceless work that I believe is very important but isn't validating to me personally in the same way.
Please, comment, leave kudos, ask questions! Humans are social creatures, so let's socialize.
If no one interacts with my work, it isn't that it bruises my ego or whatever. It is that I am not making the connection. I share my words because I want to TALK TO YOU about it.
Exactly!
Did you feel settled into your career by 25?
Prompt from @jilymicrofics
April 8 prompt: Know
370 words, rated G
Summary: On the cusp of war and parenthood, James asks a question that’s been lingering for years.
"Lil?"
"Yeah?"
James noted he was leant forward, too far forward, and sat back. "When did you know?"
At the stove, Lily stopped stirring and stared ahead at the wall for several seconds before she turned, brandishing her wooden spoon. He'd offered to cook, but she refused with a gentle rap over his reaching hand.
"Know what? When I was pregnant? I told you as soon as I realised."
"Nah, I figured that." He rubbed the back of his neck. The world was on fire, their baby was coming. Why was he asking? But the need to know blazed through him like a fire and he pushed on. "When did you know…you loved me?"
She cocked her head like a listening cat. "Now that's a question." She turned to the gas burner and resumed stirring.
There was a long, painful silence, or so it seemed to him. He almost said never mind, but it was unwise to rush her. The longer she was quiet, the more thought she was giving him.
"Do you want any help?" he tried.
"No, I'm fine." The spoon slowed. "I think it was seventh year that I really knew it, I mean, all the way. But I got an idea of it in sixth year. You know when Mulciber did that to Mary and you wouldn't have it?"
"Yeah, I remember. But why that?"
"You thought of someone else besides yourself, it wasn't for image. And you were kind to Quirinus too, just because you could be, not because it was expected."
That kid. James grinned. "Did he ever switch to the sitar?"
"I don't think so. I think he gave up playing anything." A pause. "What about me, then? When did you know?"
"You?" He could've been offhanded, flippant, but he tried to meet Lily's consideration in kind. "Third year, I got the idea, I reckon. You were pretty combative at first, kind of a know-it-all sometimes too."
"Thanks."
"But by third year? I could see you in there. Brave enough to give anyone a chance, to stand by them. You didn't care who I was. By fifth year?" He smiled. "I was a lost cause, mad about you. That was when I knew."
Note: Thank you for the warm welcomes and everyone who helped me. This is the first Jily thing I ever wrote. I just wanted to understand it and try to respectfully get it right. It's not great and I apologize, but I did my best
for @jilymicrofics Prompt: know word count: 274
Lily excused herself and walked up the stairs to lie down for a little bit. James watched her go and then saw Sirius looking at him over his cup of tea, quietly sipping.
“She is so tired these days,” Sirius said with a piercing look.
Jame nodded. “Yeah. Bit under the weather I suppose.”
“Sure.” Sirius set his cup down. “Being pregnant will do that to you.”
James’ eyes widened. “You know?”
“Of course I know,” he said with a shrug. “Even though neither of you have bothered to tell me.”
James raked a hand through his hair. “Look, it’s been a lot and it was unexpected.”
“—With how you were going at it?—”
“We’re still figuring things out.” James smiled slightly. “But… she didn’t tell you?”
“Well, she’s been eating everything in sight and things have been changing…” He gestured vaguely towards his chest area. Sirius shook his head with a grin. “But she knows I know.”
James gaped at his friend. “So you know that she knows you know?
“Yeah.” Sirius squeezed James’ knee. “I assumed both of you would tell me when you’re ready to be happy about it.”
“That’s…” James nodded, picking an imaginary piece of lint off his trousers. “I’m happy about it, really. It was a little out of the blue. We may need to step back from the Order for a bit.”
Sirius nodded in understanding. “Don’t even worry about that. Your family comes first.”
It felt strange yet exciting to be referred to as a family, not as a couple or just James and Lily. No, a whole family. That’s what they were about to be.
A hinny microfic for the April 2025 prompt: Dandelion, 360 words
She's blocking out the sunlight so that darkness blooms behind his eyelids, and when Harry opens his eyes to look at her, he swears her freckles are constellations.
"Comfortable?" Ginny asks, grinning down at him.
She's half on top of him, head propped in her hand and elbow digging into his sternum. He's the very opposite of comfortable, but he'd only move if she wanted him to.
"I'm always comfortable with you on top," he replies cheekily.
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Harry looked outside the window of the living room as he heard loud giggles and shouts. He smiled as he watched his children running amuck, pulling dandelions out of the ground.
Lily, the youngest and most energetic, plucked one from the ground and blew on it harshly, delighted in the way they flew around her.
Ginny chuckled beside him. They sat cuddled on the couch, watching their kids’ antics. “They find joy in seemingly small things.”
Harry hummed. “It’s wonderful how fascinated they are by everything.”
They watched as Lily plucked two dandelions from the ground and ran towards the house. Her brothers exchanged a surprised look and ran after her.
It was not look before Harry and Ginny heard the pitter-patter of her footsteps hurrying into the living room.
“Mummy! Daddy! Look, I got you a-” She paused as she looked down at her flowers, the pollen around them gone.
Harry and Ginny exchanged an anxious look just as James and Albus entered.
“Lily, what-” James started but he was cut off.
“No!” Lily cried. “What happened!”
Harry sat up immediately, taking Lily’s arm, and pulling her to him. “It’s alright, Lily. They probably fell while you were running.”
“But I wanted to show you!” She whined.
“We were watching you play through the window, they were really pretty,” Ginny assured her.
Lily looked down at the stems in her hands, disappointed. Harry gently took them and kept one for himself and gave the other to Ginny. “There. We can still keep them.”
Lily smiled at them. “Good! Then I’ll get more!” Before Harry could stop her, she bolted out of the room followed by her laughing brothers.
for @jilymicrofics prompt: you word count: 192
She glared at him. “You…! You… insufferable spoiled brat!” She pushed a finger into his chest. “I have had enough of you.” She turned around, her ponytail swishing with dramatic flair. She stomped out of the common room.
“Lily! Wait, let me explain!” he called after her.
By the time she reached the portrait hole, he had caught up with her. She stepped into the corner and turned around to him and smiled. “Hi, you.”
“Hey,” he said, gently taking her hand in his.
“I think they bought that.” She nodded towards the direction of the common room. She turned and started walking.
James easily fell into step with her. “I don’t know. I think Sirius is on to us.”
“You think so?”
The portrait hole opened.
“You! I know it!” Sirius shouted as he stepped out. “Lily, you’re going to regret this.”
She looked over her shoulder at him with a playful smile and was met with Sirius’ happy expression. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
She knew James was smiling like a fool beside her.
Sirius saluted James—who snorted—and returned to the common room.
Lily chuckled. “You were right.”
Mature content
for @ginnystrophyhusband prompt: dandelion
“What are you doing?” Harry asked her.
She looked up and smiled, raising the bare dandelion she had just blown. “Making a wish like the muggles do.”
“Are you going to tell me what you’re wishing for or is it between you and the dandelion fluff?” he asked.
She turned around and while Ginny claimed that topless tanning was for the sake of tan lines—or lack thereof—he had a suspicion she had ulterior motives.
He sidled up beside her and wrapped an arm around her. She twisted herself easily around him, pressing her deliciously sun-heated, naked upper-body against his bare chest.
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She didn’t care what Cho Chang had been on about - Harry was an excellent snog.
His lips were all soft, and sweet. He was just the right height so that she could pull herself up to meet them, and he had to bend down, just a bit, his hands pulling up at her waist or - more commonly - tangled in her hair. He liked her hair, she thought, seemed right obsessed with running his fingers through it. He smelled so good, all cedary and clean, and Ginny found herself breathing in the scent of him that he left clinging on her jumpers at inappropriate times, like in the middle of Potions.
No, all in all, Ginny had no idea what Cho’d had to cry about, because if it were up to Ginny she’d skip all her classes and hole up with Harry somewhere on a quiet corner of the grounds just to make up for all the moments she’d wasted kissing blokes who weren’t him.
RIP Lily Potter you would’ve loved singing “Slipping Through My Fingers” to Harry but you died 30 days before it was released
