Starting to feel the early rumblings of a possible, potential, eventual, sooner or later kind of maybe sort of an upcoming, more or less, crypto vibe shift (could happen)
If you have a spare three hours, consider watching this sublime film based on a screenplay by my friend @poemsforcheetos. One of DiCaprio’s lesser known and lesser spoken about roles. You may like Ivana’s work @jk_rowling
Harry Potter fans,
I have put together a pilot episode for a Hermione Granger spinoff drama wherein Ron and Ginny Weasley tragically perish during a family gathering, leaving Harry and Hermione to heal and eventually find solace together. Please help it find its way to J.K. Rowling.
Sincerely,
Ivana
Series Title: Threads of Magic
Genre:
Sophisticated drama with intellectual wit, literary allusions, and dry British humor.
Tone:
Grief rendered with emotional precision; humor arises from sharp banter, bureaucratic absurdities of wizarding governance, academic pedantry, and the quiet absurdity of high-functioning adults navigating loss. For readers who caught the Dante references in Deathly Hallows and the constitutional implications of house-elf rights.
Pilot Episode: “The Unraveling”
TEASER
EXT. THE BURROW - TWILIGHT (CHRISTMAS EVE)
Snow falls on the crooked house. Laughter echoes.
Inside, the family gathering crackles with life. MOLLY fusses over platters. ARTHUR waves a Muggle screwdriver like a wand. GEORGE demonstrates the “Perpetual Memory Sparkler.”
RON and GINNY unveil the Chronos Tapestry – an ancient Weasley heirloom, half-finished, said to bind every family thread into a living portrait of joy when completed with the proper harmonious spell.
RON (grinning, arm around Ginny) Right then. Ginny and I spent months on the charm. If this works, we’ll finally have a proper family portrait that doesn’t make Great-Aunt Muriel look like a constipated hippogriff.
GINNY (laughing) Speak for yourself. I just made sure the Quidditch threads don’t unravel mid-flight. On three?
They cast together. Golden light blooms. Memories dance: Fred’s laughter, childhood brooms, the Battle. Then one mismatched thread – a hidden Horcrux echo from a Black family scrap Molly once repaired into it – reacts. Realities fracture for a heartbeat.
Ron reaches for Ginny. Their hands meet.
A silent implosion. They vanish. Only footprints in the snow remain.
The screen fades to black on Molly’s scream.
ACT ONE
INT. MINISTRY MEMORIAL HALL - THREE MONTHS LATER
A restrained state funeral. KINGSLEY’s portrait offers measured words. McGONAGALL speaks with granite composure.
McGONAGALL They were not merely heroes. They were the laughter that survived the darkness. We shall not see their like again.
HARRY stands rigid. HERMIONE beside him, composed but eyes raw. The Weasleys look half-present.
MOLLY (whispering to no one) I set their places again this morning. Force of habit.
GEORGE (to Harry, voice low) Perpetual bloody sparkler. My own invention. If I’d just tested the stability one more time…
HARRY (quiet) George, it wasn’t the sparkler. The Department of Mysteries confirmed the paradox. Unstable causal loop.
GEORGE (small, bitter laugh) Of course they did. Ron would’ve told them to shove their causal loop up their—
PERCY (intervening, precise) Language, George. And technically, the report cites Regulation 47-B on Temporal Accidents. We’re classifying it as an Act of Magic. No blame attaches.
CHARLIE (from the side, gruff) Except the universe attached plenty.
LUNA drifts over, offering a small bouquet of flowers that shimmer with Dirigible Plum essence.
LUNA (dreamily) They’re on the other side of the tapestry now, you know. Re-threading the pattern. The Nargles were particularly insistent about it.
NEVILLE (gently placing greenhouse lilies) These bloom only when tended by someone who’s known real loss. Thought they might help.
After the service, rain. Harry and Hermione share an umbrella – an old habit.
HERMIONE The arithmetic refuses to balance. Two-thirds of our lives simply… erased. I’ve read every text on paradox resolution. Nothing.
HARRY Ron would’ve said, “Books won’t bring them back, Hermione. Pass the butterbeer.”
A faint, shared half-smile – recognition, nothing more.
HERMIONE He always did simplify the impossible.
@poemsforcheetos Your film about a Polish woman who went mad because her kettle whistled at the same pitch as the factory supervisor who ruined her life was a triumph.