amortentiaboys:mar-mellata:mar-mellata:muggle au - harry is either a famous footballer OR is he just
amortentiaboys:mar-mellata:mar-mellata:muggle au - harry is either a famous footballer OR is he just has a weekly game with his mates and they’ve got cute matching tshirts#STOP this is one of my favourite tropes ever#i have a huge headcanon that harry actually adores football#he’d hear the tv blaring in the dursley’s living room on a saturday afternoon and open the ventilation slats in his cupboard door to listen#he’d see kids trading the player cards at school but he never lingered long - dudley would usually show up to take the best ones by force#he’d kick a ball around on the sun-parched front lawn when the summer holidays came around#it’s the one time he could actually outpace and outwit dudley as well#and at hogwarts he and dean quickly became fast friends bickering over the premier league#seamus would chip in every now and then with (in harry’s opinion) completely batshit takes#and although harry’s love for quidditch soon overtook his love for football#his fondness for it never died#headcanon rant over!! (via @amortentiaboys)aaa this is so good!! yes!!! (and i was thinking, his passion for quidditch is intensified by james’ role on the team so, maybe, what if post-hogwarts he finds an old picture of lily playing football as a kid and decides to join in next time dean suggests a game at the local pitch? bit on the nose as parallels go but I reckon it’d be cute)Oh my god YES!! Like maybe Harry somehow feels closer to his dad when he’s playing Quidditch, or maybe one day he’s running late to Transfiguration from lunchtime training and McGonagall has a fond look in her eyes, even as she chastises him. “Even Quidditch doesn’t excuse you from being late for class, Ja– Harry.” And Harry never forgets it.Then, after the war, when he’s rootling through Sirius’ old stuff in Grimmauld Place, he sees the photo. It’s at the bottom of a box, tucked away at the back of the wardrobe: a collection of pictures from Sirius’ Hogwarts days. They were obviously taken with Lupin’s charmed polaroid. There are ones of his mum and dad, Lily beaming and shoving at James as he slings an arm around her and tries to kiss her cheek. Ones of Sirius and Lupin sprawled on the ground by the Black Lake, squinting against the sun with tired smiles and looking a little worse for wear. Harry smiles; must have been a full moon the night before.He almost doesn’t catch the final photo, seeing as it’s stuck to back of the last one. Once Harry wrangles the rather persistent Sticking Charm off, his heart leaps into his throat.It’s his mum, green eyes bright as she blows a kiss to the camera, a football tucked under her arm. James runs into frame and tries to slap it from her grasp, but Lily just laughs and bounces it on her knees, her head, her ankles, her keepie-uppies thwarting his dad every time. Harry watches the photo replay over and over again, until Kreacher comes up and reminds him that dinner’s nearly ready.A few months later, the Daily Prophet headline reads: NEW HORIZONS: GOLDEN BOY SHUNS NATIONAL QUIDDITCH TEAM TO SEEK CAREER IN MUGGLE FOOTBALL.The Wizarding world is in uproar. Who can possibly take Harry’s place, live up to his reputation? He’s a natural talent. Linden Twiggs, the England manager, has his work cut out for him.Harry chuckles into his tea as he reads the article over breakfast. He can only imagine the chaos when Twiggs reveals Harry’s nomination for Seeker.(Spoiler alert: it’s Draco Malfoy) -- source link
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