HARRY POTTER / HOGWARTS AU YAAAAA
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Jughead Jones was from a pure blood family. He didn't have anything against muggle-borns, like certain people, cough The Lodges cough, but he'd never really communicated with anyone who wasn't of pure magical blood.
The only thing Jughead has dreamed of as a kid was getting to go to Hogwarts, and also changing his name from Forsythe, but that's a story for a different time. When Jughead imagined going to Hogwarts it was always Ravenclaw. Always the blue and black robes. Always the common room up in the astronomy tower. Just like the rest of his family.
It was where his mother and father met, where his grandmother and grandfather met, and so on and so on.
It was expected from the sorting hat to sort him into Ravenclaw the second it touched his hair. But the hat apparently had a different plan for this one Jones.
That fucking hat.
At the age of eleven Jughead Jones was sorted into Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw.
Gryffindor.
Red robes and lions. Fireplaces in the common room, in the staircase. The sun.
Not the moon.
It was wrong, was his first thought. It had to be wrong.
But as the time passed and his family got over his betrayal, (they really didn't), he learned to love his house. He made friends immediately, the best he could find.
After a while he couldn't even imagine the blue robes, the ravens, the cold astronomy tower at night. He loved his house. He loved the people in it.
Archie Andrews was his absolute best friend. His family had taken him in as his own when his hadn't. Archie Andrews was quite literally Gryffindor in a nutshell. All bulging muscles and bravery. His family wasn't really rich, and had trouble replacing his wand when it broke in their second year, but they all had the biggest hearts. His dad was a muggle-born and met Archie's mom in his third year of Hogwarts. She was a Slytherin, he was a Gryffindor.
He'd also made friends with some of Archie's jock friends, but really, Archie was his only.
Now, when he imagined Hogwarts, he saw red, he saw Archie.
He saw golden hair spread out against his dark sheets. Pretty, pink lips and the widest, prettiest smile you'd ever seen.
When Jughead has first started Hogwarts, he'd kind of hated Betty Cooper. She'd always beat him in the classes they had together. She was always just right ahead of him. And it fucking pissed him off.
Not only did he have to wear red robes, but he didn't even get to be best in his classes.
But when they'd both become head boy and girl in their seventh year, and they'd have to share sleeping quarters, they'd become friends.
Then they had become.... more.
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(flashback🤩)
"Fuck" Jughead muttered as he entered his room. He was exhausted.
"Hey, Jug. Rough day?" Betty said from her and place at her desk on her side of the room.
"Horrible," he breathed, dropping onto his bed, face first.
"Oh, that's too bad," Betty responded, writing something on the page in front of her. "Hey, Juggie?" She asked, biting her lip softly, glancing at him behind her from over her shoulder.
