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It's fall. Time to reread Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrims0n by ao3

After The War: What Happened To Out Favourite Characters?

So I’ve been reading some fics and hanging around the fandom. And I see a lot of things about what our favourite witches and wizards get up to after Hogwarts. I’m going to share some of my thoughts. The epilogue and Cursed Child don’t exist in this. Good that? Continue.  HARRY POTTER        Job: Harry, I think, would fit well as the DADA professor at Hogwarts. A final fûck you to old Voldy, yea? Besides, he would’ve been tired of fighting. Tired of playing the part. He’d fit well as the laid back DADA professor. I like to imagine he’d be sort of like Lupin. One thing I think might happen, but am not sure about, is that he’d go to the Americas. Get away from everything.  Love: I honestly think he wouldn’t get with Ginny. From what I understand of him and would give an educated guess on, he would take that as a reminder of everything that happened. The war. The deaths. He might be with her for a while, try and appease everyone. But he’d just see Fred. He’d start to drift. Become distant.  DRACO MALFOY

Job: While I don’t want this to happen, it might be possible that he’d be kicked out of Wizarding world in Britain. If he wasn’t, he would’ve became a Healer or an Auror(sp?). If he could get a job after the war, he probably would’ve faced prejudice and a bunch of shit. He might’ve left on his own. Obviously not giving up on magic, but just leaving all that shit behind. I think he’d become a Muggle movie star. Playing different roles. Not having to face who he is. Being able to believe, even fleetingly, that he wasn’t Draco Lucius Malfoy former Death Eater. Besides, he’d be good at it. He had to lie all the time. Mask his real feelings. Be someone he wasn’t. Etc. Love: Who knows? I ship Drarry aggressively so I’m inclined to believe that would find its way to work. Though he wouldn’t get with a Greengrass. Or Pansy. Also, he definitely wasn’t straight. 

GINNY WEASLEY 

Job: Chaser. It’s pretty well agreed upon that she’d become a Chaser for some team or another. I don’t really have much more thoughts.  Love: Again, not Harry. I’m not sure how this would go about; she might realise that she was only really attracted to a Harry because he saved her. She might still love Harry but because she’s Ginny fucking Weasley who’s awesome, she’d forgive him. 

NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM 

Job: Herbology professor at Hogwarts. I’m firmly seated in this belief.  Love: Not sure. I like to believe he’d get with Luna Lovegood. They just seem to work perfectly with each other.  LUNA LOVEGOOD 

Job: Who knows? I think she’d either become a professor at Hogwarts(unlikely, but if so, she’d be Care Of Magical Creatures) or a writer for The Quibbler.  Love: Again, who the hell knows? It’s Luna. I learned a long time ago not to try and predict what she’ll do or assume anything about her. Nope. Still, I’m inclined to believe she’d get with Neville. 

HERMIONE GRANGER

Job: She’d definitely become the Mistress of Magic(Or Minister of Magic). After that, I’m inclined to believe she’d be the headmistress of Hogwarts. It seems the sort of occupation she’d do. Of course, she’d still be an activist. SPEW would have become a national organisation and succeeded in its mission. Then, of course, she’d move on to other ambitions. Each more noble than the last. No matter how ridiculous they’d sound, how impossible, she’d always achieve them.  Love: Now this is a hard one to answer. I don’t like Romione and personally think it’d never work. Maybe they got married but then got divorced after a year or two. I don’t think she’d do much with love. 

RON WEASLEY 

Job: Auror. I’m certain of this. 100 p% certain.  Love: As I stated before, Hermione but then they broke up/ got a divorce. After that, I’m not sure what. 

My feelings are strong though few. 

According to google, prisoners of azkaban don't get their wands snapped bUT EXPELLED STUDENTS DO??????? THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE

"We can’t lose you, Remus, not while I’m still at Hogwarts." Madam Promfrey, Chapter 23, Atyd.

Years later, she would watch Remus on his deathbed, dying next to Tonks.

I need therapy.

Just A Bandaid, Neville Longbottom x Male Reader

Calm after the storm

A/N: For story purposes the reader is a healer. Requested by @jasperpasta I hope it's to your liking (^-^)/

Enjoy!

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The castle, along with everyone near it, were in ruins. Injured, dead, thoroughly traumatized and a mix of other things. Dumbledore's army won the war, but the aftermath was devastating. Everyone knew that, you included. There were still a large amount of people, students, more specifically that were unaccounted for. So, Madame Pomfrey gave you the task of searching the rubble of the castle for those people. You were a healer, or close enough to one anyway. Having trained under Madame Pomfrey throughout all your years as a student at Hogwarts got you where you were at now.

On your hip rested a tattered satchel, full with various other medical supplies and potions. So far, you hadn't found anyone. But that didn't make any of your searching less thorough. Thankfully, your wand hadn't sustained any damage during the battle. Others weren't so lucky. Amongst one of the larger staircases ahead, you could vaguely make out the silhouette of a single person sitting on them. Judging by the size, they were either an adult or older student. A sharp ache formed around your heart. Some were injured rather gruesomely. You only hoped whoever that was, wasn't.

Picking up pace, you jogged over to the stairs. You would have ran, but that would put the contents of your satchel in liberty of breaking. You couldn't risk that by any means. Upon closer contact, you realized it was Neville Longbottom. The sword of Gryffindor was laid a few steps below him. He didn't look to be in horrible condition, but you knew better. The heavy limp he carried when he gave Voldemort a threat was clear as day. You had seen that for yourself. He heard your footsteps and looked down at you. His face morphed into an unreadable expression. "Y/N." He said in an exhale. You yourself weren't in great condition. A few noticeable injuries here and there, but they were of course minor enough for you to function.

"Neville," You dart up the stairs, quickly sitting beside him. "Which leg is it?" His brow furrowed lightly, watching as you started to rifle through the satchel. "Uhm.. The right one" He responded tonelessly. "Where? Knee, ankle, all of it?" The way you spoke alarmed him slightly. Not sharp, but a far cry from gentle. "Well?" You persisted, holding a little cup in one hand and a bottle of 'Bone-Insta-Fix' in the other. "Y/N?" He sounded worried. "What?" His face fell a little at the way you snapped at him. "Are you alright? You're acting.. Funny" You sighed, your shoulders slouching.

"I'm.. sorry. I'm frazzled, I guess. Seen too many dead people to be anywhere near okay. Can I see your leg, please?" He softened in understanding. "It's my ankle" His voice came out more like a murmur as he rolled up his pant leg. You set down the things you held and gave him a gently examination. He winced lightly when you touched the swollen and red flesh. You frowned. "Can you move it?" He shook his head. A trembling exhale left your lips. "It's broken," You took the potion and poured a good gulp or two with into it. "This is gonna taste horrible, but it'll fix you quicker than you can blink" The way you worded that worried him. Nonetheless, he took the cup. He downed it all at once, his face contorting his disgust thereafter. He smacked his lips, handing the cup back to you.

Your gaze is expectant. Suddenly he lets out a small cry, grasping his ankle instantly. A breath you didn't know you were holding came out. That reaction mean it worked. The potion healed, yes, but more accurately it snapped the bones back into place and/or together instantly. It was painful. "Better..?" He nodded, still holding his ankle. "Yeah, yeah. That was.. quick." You put your things back into your satchel. "Should've been. Anything else? Other than the obvious I mean" He paused, slowly letting go of his ankle and sitting back up. In all honestly, everything hurt. Even if just a little. But he couldn't just say that, you needed specifics to really help him.

"Not really. I think. My whole body aches, really. But the cuts on my face are the worst I'd say" You give a small hum, still rifling through the contents of the satchel. "Well, if it's nothing serious then I can't use anything magical on you. On account of other people need it more, y'know?" He was silent for a moment. The air of the situation the two of you were in suddenly weighed back down on him. "I understand" You could feel tears welling in your eyes. Out of frustration and other emotions you couldn't fully place. "It sucks. I wish- I wish it didn't have to be like that. That we had the stuff to make it all happen instantly for everyone. Healing longterm is more painful. That's why we have this stuff, so people don't have to" His heart felt heavier as he listened to your rant.

If your deep rooted care for him hadn't shown before it certainly did now. Not only that but for everyone else. It made him feel better, mentally. He closed his eyes as you carefully cleaned his face up for him. It was dirty, obviously. Caked with dry blood and grime from the destroyed castle. A small wince or other small pained noise left him here and there as you disinfected his cuts. That made you feel a little worse, but at least it meant you were doing this the right way. His brow furrowed as he heard the crinkle off a what sounded like a plastic wrapper. Though, his eyes remained shut. "What's that?" You gently stuck the appendage to a small gash on his forehead.

"Just a bandaid"