meme // au harry potter drabbles
I forget who suggested this, but here's a follow-up to the Sorting Hat MemeTag in with your character list, then go prompt others for Harry Potter-Golden Hour AU drabbles. I made a list of the sorting results so you don't have to keep tabbing back and forth. If you'd like a House changed or want to add a character to the list, comment and I'll
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Her family thought she would be a squib. Her aunt and uncle always told her she’d be one. Her cousins echoed what their parents said. Her brother never said it, but she saw it in the frown he wasn’t quick enough to hide when she turned his way.
Evie could never deny this to their faces. Sometimes, she couldn’t deny it in her mind. Her lip quivered, and her eyes shut themselves against tears. If they said it enough, it would become truth. All of them believed it, so she might as well be wrong.
She didn’t want them to be right, though. She wanted to go to Hogwarts. She wanted to see the wonder of a charm, the splendor of the swish of a wand, the feel of air through her hair while flying on a broomstick…. Evie wanted it all. To be just like any other witch or wizard.
Only her brother tried to nudge some use of her magic out of her. Her extended family only said it was a shame. What could she do?
She couldn’t make things float even if it was her favorite bracelet sinking to the bottom of the pond. (Her brother fished it out.) She couldn’t make things grow even if it was her favorite flower dying. (New ones would bloom, her brother said.) She couldn’t set anything on fire.
Was there any hope?
It happened one summer afternoon. On a trip to Diagon Alley, she got separated from her family. Running, dashing, slipping around corners and too afraid to call out names and see backs running away from her, Evie got more and more lost. The sun sunk lower and lower until it disappeared beneath the horizon.
Huddled in a corner in an alley, the little girl shivered and cried.
Light. She needed light. If she didn’t get some light, she’d go out of her mind in fear. Desperately, madly, she wished for light.
Slowly, as if her magic knew she’d be blinded, a small ball of light grew and glowed above her head. Staring, Evie wondered: where did it come from? Who did this?
When the realization came, her brother found her. Evie threw herself at him, laughing with tears of happiness streaming down her face. “Look! Look!” she cried, pointing. “I did it!”
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