Look What they've done to my soul

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Mel she/her
Used to be TheLightHousesTale
An original Harry Potter fan. Shout out to my homies who posted on the WB Harry Potter message boards.
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Hello! My name is Mel. My main blog is @melbellelove.

I mostly write Jily/Marauder era fics but I dabble in most eras of Harry Potter. My favorite characters are Harry, Neville, Remus, and Sirius. I also sometimes make moodboards, write meta, and promote the House Elf Hotties initiative

You can find all my fics here or check out selected highlights under the cut.

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The tide rolled in soft and steady, brushing over their bare feet as they walked along the shoreline. The sky was beginning its descent into twilight, the horizon painted in streaks of orange and violet, the sea catching the light in shimmering ripples. Benjy carried his shoes in one hand, the other tucked firmly into the pocket of his cloack, while Caradoc strolled beside him, hands gesturing as he spoke.

They found a dry patch of sand near the dunes and sat down, the warmth of the day still clinging to the ground beneath them. Benjy pulled a battered book from his jacket, flipping through pages that were curled from years of use.

“Alright,” he said, “least favorite wizard poem, go.”

Caradoc let out a laugh, leaning back on his hands. “Oh, easy. Ode to the Empty Cauldron by Thaddeus Trelawney. It’s five pages of saying the same thing over and over again. ‘Oh, wondrous potion, you are now gone!’ Again and again. It means nothing.”

Benjy smirked. “It means he ran out of potion.”

Caradoc rolled his eyes. “Alright, then. What’s the book? Nicholas Nott: Collected Poems?”

Benjy snorted. “Never. He’s worse than Trelawney. It’s a Muggle poetry book.”

Caradoc’s eyebrows shot up. “You read Muggle poetry?”

In case you missed it

It really is crazy how if you mention you write fanfiction with people outside fandom, they're always like "you should change the names and try to sell it." It misses the point (fun), but more importantly to me, I get slightly (and I know irrationally) insulted on a craft letter. Excuse me, my fanfic is entwined with the canon, thank you very much. I wish sometimes less entwined. You wouldn't believe the stupid bullshit some of my fics have to include because of canon.

Anonymous asked:

How can i marry you when you broke my heart like that 😭i really thought this fic couldnt hurt more than marlene’s but this was a different kind of pain… never stop writing i am so serious you are gifted 🎉

Anonymous asked:

I still haven't met my boy in my dreams.

(not that I keep comparing each boy to my fav. fictional character)

stop looking for boys

find a woman with pretty hair and knives

Anonymous asked:

What the helll 😭😭😭😭😭 this is the darkest fanfic that i have ever read i could feel benjy’s depression dripping from my phone 😭

I knew the end but you make it even more painful poor caradoc poor benjy how do you write like that i salute you💐🥀

Marry me

The tide rolled in soft and steady, brushing over their bare feet as they walked along the shoreline. The sky was beginning its descent into twilight, the horizon painted in streaks of orange and violet, the sea catching the light in shimmering ripples. Benjy carried his shoes in one hand, the other tucked firmly into the pocket of his cloack, while Caradoc strolled beside him, hands gesturing as he spoke.

They found a dry patch of sand near the dunes and sat down, the warmth of the day still clinging to the ground beneath them. Benjy pulled a battered book from his jacket, flipping through pages that were curled from years of use.

“Alright,” he said, “least favorite wizard poem, go.”

Caradoc let out a laugh, leaning back on his hands. “Oh, easy. Ode to the Empty Cauldron by Thaddeus Trelawney. It’s five pages of saying the same thing over and over again. ‘Oh, wondrous potion, you are now gone!’ Again and again. It means nothing.”

Benjy smirked. “It means he ran out of potion.”

Caradoc rolled his eyes. “Alright, then. What’s the book? Nicholas Nott: Collected Poems?”

Benjy snorted. “Never. He’s worse than Trelawney. It’s a Muggle poetry book.”

Caradoc’s eyebrows shot up. “You read Muggle poetry?”

Alright my anon friends time to get all your weird confessions out before tumblr shuts this hell site for good and you can no longer send me things I never really wanted to see in the first place

Voldemort checking off all the major developmental milestones of two babies trying to decide which one has the correct grip strength and most responsive smile that means they are the most worthy enemy to kill him

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Anonymous asked:

Hi, Sirius grew up basically the same as Draco in the sense of being pureblood kid from an affluent family and with shitty opinions, right? And maybe his taste in fashion stayed even after he ran away or spent a decade in Azkaban?

(i want to see Sirius in fancy wizarding clothes, that's it, pretty please)

Haha, okay, here you go! Maybe this is what he wore to Bill and Fleur’s wedding in the AU in which he lived 😅

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Do you think when Snape was forced to be roommates with Wormtail he set up home alone style traps around the house hoping Peter would get himself killed?

Guys send me your most wacky Snape and wormtail roommate thoughts

I need the lols

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