Wizarding World Works
This is a collection of some of the most enjoyable Harry Potter fanfiction works available on AO3.
It's been seven years since the war, five years since Hermione and Ron broke up, and...oh dear Merlin, two years since Hermione went on a date.
But it's fine. She has friends. She has her work.
Very complicated work that keeps her late in the office one Friday night. That takes her down to the Department of Mysteries, and back to the Hall of Prophecies for the first time in ten years.
And in that one night, her humdrum life is thrown completely out of the window.
Suddenly her life is one bizarre twist after another. Prophecies and potions and and caves and cliffs and house-elves and and and-
And being stuck in the past. Stuck ten years in the past with Bellatrix Lestrange.
That bloody prophecy.
- Part 1 of Through Sand and Sea
06 Jan 2021
Georgia had been arrested by Percival Graves so many times she’d stopped counting. She knew how their little game worked – she pretended to not have done whatever he’d arrested her for this time, he pretended to actually want to charge her for it, and they both tried their hardest not to let anyone see that they enjoyed their banter far more than they would ever be willing to admit.
This time, it was different. Graves sat down at the table across from her, looked at her from cold dark eyes. “This will be a lot easier for you if you start talking, Miss Kingsley.” he said coolly.
That was when she knew something was wrong.
Or: In which someone notices, and decides to take matters into their own hands.
- Part 1 of Georgia on my Mind
Viktor had thought he might have loved her when he saw her by the Black Lake the first time, standing under a tree and trying, desperately, to make it look as if she wasn't waiting for him. But now? Now as she glanced up at him dwarfed by one of his old coats, snowflakes catching on her eyelashes… Now, he knew.
06 Sep 2020
In 1926, as the Obscurial wreaks havoc on New York City and threatens to cause a war between No-Majs and the Wizarding world, Auror Laura Maurette is noticing slight changes in her boss, Director Percival Graves. As Newt Scamander enters the city, Laura thinks back to her own arrival in New York from London in 1923. As she tries to figure out what is going on in New York, she ponders her life up until this point and what the future may hold. (Fantastic Beasts Spoilers Abound)
"That’ll be a great morning conversation. How am I? Swell--Dolohov’s curse is back, let me just grab some bangers and pop over to Pomphrey and settle into my deathbed. Don’t forget I look dreadful in black and I’d prefer a bouquet of wildflowers.
"Scratch that, just set me on fire and send me out to sea in some twisted Viking funeral."
"You’re a bloody ray of sunshine, you know that? Fucking hell."
Or rather the soulbond AU no one really needed, but it's here anyway.