Headcanons

Hej, jag hittade ingen tråd om headcanons, så jag tänkte starta en.

En headcanon, eller HC, är alltså som en fanfiction, fast mycket kortare.

Jag kan börja med att posta några av mina.
P.S, alla mina headcanons är på engelska.


The ones that love us, never really leave us.

It was the summer after James II's 17th birthday, and Harry was staying with Ginny and the children at the Burrow for the summer. Not because they didn't have anywhere else to live, but because they appreciated time with the family, and felt like they got to relive old memories by staying at the Burrow (which had been magically enlarged and was now taller and more rickety than ever) every summer.
Harry had agreed to practice dueling with James in the garden, and some of the younger children in the family, along with Teddy, were hanging out of their bedroom windows to watch. Molly, Hermione and Ginny were standing in the kitchen doorway, worried about how the duel would end.
They started by bowing for eachother, turning around, walking away from eachother and then turning around, so that they now were facing eachother again. Then Teddy, who was hanging out of Ron's old bedroom window with Victoire Weasley, sent up a green spark from his wand, to signal the start of the duel. Spells and charms began to fly between the two contestants immediately, and they were now moving in a circle.
James threw himself behind a rosebush to avoid a disarming charm, whereas Harry grabbed a rusty cauldron on the move and used it to reflect charms back towards James. They ran around the garden, exploding a few cauldrons and trampling over several garden gnomes in their hurry. The children were cheering and clapping their hands, and Ted was holding a giggling Victoire in his arms, kissing her neck gently.
From above, it was hard to see who was who of the two men. They both had the same jet black, untidy hair, and similar facial features. They would almost have looked like twins, hadn't it been for the thin, lightning-bolt scar and the difference in eye colour.
After about half an hour of dueling, they were both beginning to tire, even though the audience did not. Finally, James hit Harry with a disarming charm. Harry's wand flew through the air in a graceful arch, and landed an inch away from a stunned garden gnome.
Harry smiled, held up his hands in a gesture of defeat and said, "Nice one, James!"
The words reminded him of someone, long ago, who had said that very same phrase to him. It hit him like a blow to the heart, and the smile on his face faded instantly.
Without a word, he summoned his wand using wandless magic, gave a very confused looking James a curt nod and turned to walk out of the garden to the front yard. Ron, who had just gotten back from an errand in London, but who had witnessed the last half of the duel, started walking alongside Harry. He flung an arm around Harry's shoulder and guided him to the rusty, battered Ford Anglia that was parked in the middle of the yard and took him out for a long, quiet fly, while Molly served dinner for the rest of the family, and James soon forgot about the whole event.
When Harry curled up in bed next to Ginny that night, he took out the only remaining piece of Sirius' two-way mirror. Just for a brief second, if even that long, he thought he saw Sirius' silver grey eyes stare back at him, and he remembered what the man had once told him.
The ones that love us, never really leave us. Not really.



En om Remus efter att Lily och James dog.

Remus walked up the stairs to Dumbledore’s office with a heavy feeling in his stomach and his head full of questions. He wondered why Dumbledore had flooed him this late at night, and his gut told him it had to be something very serious.

”Sherbet Lemons,” he told the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore’s office. The gargoyle hopped aside and a spiral staircase appeared. Remus stepped onto the staircase and had to hold on to the pillar in the middle for support, Remus had never liked sitting or standing on moving objects, one of the main reasons to why he had never been interested in playing Quidditch.

The staircase ride was much shorter than he remembered it from the countless times he’d been called up to Dumbledore’s office together with Sirius, James and Peter. As he knocked on the office door, he smiled fondly at the memory of a certain time when he had stood on that very same staircase because of a prank Sirius had pulled on a couple of First Years. The teachers knew very well that Remus was rarely involved in the pranks that were carried out on other students, but they also knew that James and Sirius needed him to explain the terrible accident, which apparently, they had nothing to do with.

Remus was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Dumbledore opened the door and gestured for him to come inside. Remus gave Dumbledore an uncertain smile and stepped into the room. He felt like someone had punched him in the stomach when he only got a weak, tired smile back, instead of the warm smile Dumbledore usually gave him. Now he was absolutely sure that something was wrong.

”Welcome, Remus dear. I do believe you’ll want to sit down when you hear what I have to tell you,” Dumbledore said, and conjured up an armchair with a wave of his wand.

”What might be so important that you felt the need to contact me at this hour, Professor?” Remus asked tentatively, his amber eyes looking very tired.

Dumbledore sighed and looked at Remus with sad eyes, then he stepped closer to Remus’ chair, took his bony, scarred hand in his and crouched down so that his eyes were level with Remus’ face. There was an audible creak when his old knees were forced to bend.

”What I’m going to tell you now is going to be painful, but I want you to know that you will never be alone. You’re always welcome at Hogwarts,” Dumbledore’s hand tightened around Remus’ to emphasize this, and his voice was calm, but held an undertone of sadness.

Remus looked even paler than it usually did, ”Well?” he croaked. He could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

” James and Lily are dead, and so is Peter. Sirius has been arrested for the murder of Peter and betrayal of Lily and James,” Dumbledore waited for the reaction.

Remus fell. At least that’s what it felt like in his mind, and seconds later he found himself on the floor, in Dumbledore’s arms. His whole world came crushing down around him. Dumbledore held him and stroked his back while he cried.

The sun rose slowly above the horizon, casting a dull, red glow around the room. Dumbledore leaned against the armchair he had conjured up earlier, and held a sleeping Remus in his arms. Remus had drifted asleep a few hours earlier, but an occasional sob could still be heard from the sleeping man. Dumbledore cradled him protectively in his lap, thinking about all the pain he himself had suffered throughout his long life.

When Remus woke up, he felt terribly disoriented. He didn’t remember where he was or why he was there, until he saw Dumbledore’s bearded face. The night’s horrors returned with full force, and he broke down in tears yet again. Dumbledore looked at him with an expression of pity in his face.

”I’m so sorry this happened to you, you don’t deserve any of this,” Dumbledore said as he slowly stood up and stretched his legs, while trying to keep eye-contact with Remus to prove that he was sincere.

”They were my friends! And Sirius was my everything… he wouldn’t have done such a thing, I know him better than anyone else and Sirius isn’t like that… it must all be a mistake…” Remus whimpered.

”I know, Remus, I know. I don’t think Sirius did it either, but there’s something very odd about all this, and it’ll most likely be impossible to clear Sirius’ name. Sirius is going to Azkaban, guilty or not,” Dumbledore sighed and started pacing around the room, deep in thought.

When Dumbledore several hours later announced that he would have to leave due to a few meetings, but that Remus was welcome to stay if he wanted to, Remus slowly rose to his feet and wiped away a tear.

“No thank you,” Remus said, “I’ll be alright… somehow.” He tried to smile, but failed miserably.

“Very well then. My offer still stands though, the gates of Hogwarts will always be open to you,” Dumbledore gave him a reassuring smile and opened the door. Remus gave him a polite nod, and with a heavy heart he descended the stairs.

The gates of Hogwarts locked behind him after he walked past them, and the chilly autumn air ruffled Remus’ tawny hair. A tear rolled down Remus’ scarred cheek, and he started walking down the road leading to Hogsmeade, even though he had no idea where to go. His only friends were gone, and no one would take pity on a werewolf.

Suddenly a stag stepped out of the woods, and froze when it saw Remus. They stared at eachother for a minute or two, and Remus felt as if someone was stabbing his heart with a dagger repeatedly. His vision began to blur from a new stream of tears as he remembered Jame’s animagus form, so he closed his eyes and counted to ten. When he opened them again, the stag was gone. He pulled out his necklace from under his shirt, it was a delicate Gryffindor charm with his initials, R.L, engraved on the back. Sirius had given it to him as a Christmas present a year after they graduated from Hogwarts, and Remus strongly believed that the charm was the reason to why Sirius had sold his motorcycle. He fumbled to open it with frozen fingers, and when he did, a miniature Sirius waved at him from a moving photograph inside. The small Sirius even blew him a kiss and smiled flirtingly.

Remus smiled a sad smile, pressed his lips against the picture in a featherlight kiss, whispered a soft “I love you,” which was instantly carried away by the wind, and tucked the charm back in under his shirt. He started to walk down the muddy road again, his tattered robes fluttering around him.

He knew where he needed to go.




Georges första jul utan Fred.

It was the first Christmas George would spend without Fred. The whole Weasley family was gathered in the Burrow, well, everyone except for Fred. The months after Fred’s death had been tough on George, and he had isolated himself from the rest of the family, focusing all of his attention into work, so he wouldn’t have to deal with his emotions. He hadn’t cried, never shed a single tear, he was too numb for that. But now it was Christmas, now there was no work, and now he was surrounded by his family. He could feel all of the barriers he had built up slowly starting to crumble down, but he knew he had to keep up his facade, cracking jokes and keeping a smile on his face. The smile never reached his eyes though, and every time he smiled he was reminded of his twin brother’s last smile.
Everyone in the Weasley family were gathered around the table, crammed closely together, waiting for Molly to serve them the Christmas Dinner. Suddenly a loud bang was heard from the kitchen, and fireworks came rushing through the door, wreaking havoc and knocking over the Christmas Tree, until George tiredly banished them with a wave of his wand. Ginny was giggling, and when she noticed that she had George’s attention, she winked at him. He managed a smile back. Seconds later, a fuming Molly Weasley appeared in the doorway.
“FRED! GEORGE! How many times have I told you not to leave your products lying around!” she bellowed, but then suddenly she grew very pale. George, on the other hand, had taken on a sickly green shade.
“I’m sorry, mother, it won’t happen again. Now if you all excuse me, I forgot I still have some things I have to unpack. I’m not feeling very hungry anyway, so you can start dinner without me.”
George stood up and started walking towards the stairs. The room that had been filled with light chatter and laughter only moments ago, was now absolutely quiet. Everyone’s faces were turned against George’s back, while Bill went to the kitchen to levitate their food onto the table, and Molly quickly hurried up the stairs after George. The remaining family members exchanged worried glances, and when the food graciously landed on the table, no one made a move for it.
Molly knocked on the door to the room George was staying in, his and Fred’s old room.
“George darling, I’m so sorry,” she said when she had slipped through the door. George was sitting on his bed with his head in his hands, “I’m still not used to the idea that he’s.. that he’s gone.” Molly took a stuttering breath.
George looked up from his place on the bed, clutching a Weasley sweater with a big “F” in his hands, pain etched into every line of his face. Molly rushed towards him and embraced him, holding him tightly, sitting down beside him on the bed.
“I don’t want him to be dead..” George whispered, his voice cracked, and finally the tears came. Once the dam was broken, there was no stopping the tears. George cried silently against his mother’s shoulder until he had no tears left, all while Molly kept stroking his back and telling him that it was ok to cry.
After what seemed like hours, the two of them descended the stairs. By this time, the others had almost finished dinner already, but they had been careful to leave food for George and Molly. George no longer tried to cover up his pain under a fake smile, but he got many reassuring smiles as he sat down.
“I have some fireworks I would like to show you,” George said in a loud, but shaky, voice after they were all done eating, “So I would be glad if we could go outside right now?”
There was an instant noise of chairs scraping against the floor, and they all made their way outside, not quite sure what to expect. After George lit the firework, it exploded in an enormous, golden version of the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes sign against the night sky. As the three W’s faded, an even bigger F took their place, glowing red and gold.
Arthur conjured a dozen glasses of butterbeer, Hermione gave George, who had started crying again, a warm hug. Everyone took a glass, Arthur raised his into the air, “To Fred!”
“To Fred!” everyone echoed, and Harry and Ron flung their arms over George’s shoulders, still staring up at the gigantic F.
The F glowed in the sky throughout the night, but when the first ray of the morning sun peeked over the horizon, it faded, and George finally lowered his gaze and glanced around the room. Exhausted, he went to bed, but not before he gave Fred’s old sweater a hug and said, “Merry Christmas, Fred.”



En HC om Luna och Neville.

Neville climbed the stairs to the Ravenclaw tower with a pair of dirty shoes dangling from his hand, his cheeks a bit flushed. He had asked a 7th Year Ravenclaw for directions, who had glanced at the shoes and burst out laughing.
When he got to the top of the stairs, he looked puzzled. Unable to think of a better solution, he knocked the knocker against the door. A soft, melodic voice sounded from the Eagle, “What work can one never finish?”
“Oh dear,” Neville sighed, and sat down at the top of the stairs.
After half an hour had passed, and Neville still wasn’t even anywhere near of figuring out the answer, a silverblonde head came bobbing up the stairs. Neville jumped to his feet, “Luna! Luna, I’ve got your shoes!” he said enthusiastically as he waved the shoes in the air.
Luna’s eyes blinked at him from a few steps below, a big smile spread over her lips and all the way up to her big eyes.
“Oh, someone actually bothered to read my list! Thankyou Neville, I almost thought I would end up going home without my shoes!” she said, and then she lifted the hem of her robes to reveal two fairy-pink socks with a few dozen holes.
Neville blushed and mumbled something about seeing them dangle from the Whomping Willow and recognizing them. Luna’s eyes widened further, and then she flung her arms around him.
“Oh Neville, you shouldn’t have! That tree is dangerous!”
Neville unconsciously brought his fingers up to touch his lip, and Luna noticed it was split and swollen. She dug around in her pocket until she found her wand, pointed it at Neville and whispered “Episkey,” then she gently pressed her lips to his. Another 5th Year Ravenclaw chose that very moment to walk out of the Common Room, standing completely paralyzed in the doorway for a few seconds before walking down the stairs, glancing curiously over his shoulder. Neville’s face reddened, and a small yelp of surprise escaped him. Luna giggled and took his hand in hers.
“Come on, if we hurry to the Great Hall, there might still be some pudding left, you can sit at the Ravenclaw table!” Then she left the shoes at the top of the stairs and started dragging Neville in the direction of the Great Hall, and Neville wore an expression of overwhelming joy.



En HC om Fred och Hermione.


Hermione ran through the halls of Hogwarts, trying to find Fred while avoiding the curses that were flying left and right, while the people who were hit by them fell dead to the ground. Hermione didn’t have time to worry about them though, all she could think about was getting to Fred and making sure he was allright. For a long time now, she had been torn between Fred and his younger brother, and she hadn’t known what to do. But now when they were both in danger, she realized it was Fred she was more worried for. He had always been there to cheer her up during her fights with Ron, and to hold her when she felt lonely.
She found him and Percy, dueling two Death Eaters in a corridor on the first floor. She immediately started throwing spells and curses towards the Death Eaters, and soon they were both petrified. Hermione threw her arms around Fred, who looked surprise, but held her close. Percy looked at them curiously, said “I think my assistance might be required elsewhere,” gave them a smile and ran in the direction of the Great Hall. Fred gave Hermione a similar curious look, and she hurried to explain, “As soon as I knew you would be fighting, I felt sick with worry, and I realized… I realized that I love you, Fred, and I had to find you to tell you this…”
Fred’s face lit up into a grin, “Good, because I happen to love you too,” and then he gently let his lips touch hers, a truly magical moment, until a Death Eater came rushing into the corridor. They broke apart, ready to fight, throwing a synchronized Petrificus Totalus towards him.
“I should get back to Harry and Ron…”
“… and I should go and knock out some more Death Eaters.” Fred’s lips were smiling, but his eyes looked sad. He pulled Hermione in for one last lingering kiss, and Hermione whispered, “Be careful…”
“I’ll try,” he replied, and then they ran in different directions.

Hermione’s face was the last thing that flashed through Fred’s mind before he died.



En HC om Luna och pudding.

Luna came skipping through the halls at Hogwarts, against the tide of the people making their way back to their dormitories after dinner, while she was hurrying to get some dinner before it magically disappeared from the tables. She had been out on the Hogwarts grounds, searching for Nargles, and been so consumed in her hunt that she had completely lost track of time. She just hoped that there’d be some pudding left, pudding was her favourite food.
As she was about to pass through the doors to the Great Hall, she almost ran into Cho Chang, who was on her way out of the hall with her friend, Marietta Edgecombe.
“Oops, I’m sorry Cho, I didn’t see you coming. I’ve been out hunting for Nargles, and I saw quite a few. You don’t know if there’s any pudding left, do you?” she said enthusiastically.
Cho smiled and said sweetly, “It’s OK, Luna. I’m sure I saw some pudding at the other end of the Ravenclaw table.”
Luna smiled a goofy smile and started skipping towards the table, and Cho’s friend Marietta turned around to look at her, before she whispered, “She’s not quite sane, that one..”
When Luna reached the Ravenclaw table, she noticed that, to her delight, Cho had been right about the pudding. She quickly sat down next to a 7th Year boy, who looked at her weirdly and moved two seats to his right, but Luna was completely oblivious to his existence.
All she could think about was the sweet, sweet pudding that was soon to be hers.

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