“Good evening Miss Delacour,” Harry began, amidst the polite hush of the party he had decided that they were to attend. “I apologise for asking you to accompany me on such short notice, but I fear that I had little other choice.” “It’s quite alright, ‘Arr…
It's 6 am on Christmas morning, and Fleur Weasley is running wind sprints in the backyard of the burrow. Harry's no better, up early for a jog to try to push away the faces of those who won't be making the celebrations today. The war has been over since H…
It had been nine years since the battle of hogwarts, nine years since Gabrielle's sister had returned shaking from a battle with monsters, she and her husband having visited France for a time to excape the memories. It had been nine years since magical br…
Postwar. Harry invited his neighbour Fleur on a cup of tea to a nearby Café, where something truly ridiculous happens (bank job, attempted terrorist attack, cartoon-y supervillain with a ridiculous device, a parade displaying 150 years of emergency sirens…
Based off this picture, postwar, maybe post losing Bill: The streetlights flickered softly, the ornate wrought iron lamps that had first held lanterns, and then gas torches, finally modernized to run off of electricity. There were few walking the street…