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flowerpottlady · 11 months

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Icy

Day 4 of my domestic Jily series! All inspired by @jilymicrofics. I really have to thank all of you for your continued support, it means more than anything to see that people are reading and loving my stories <3 There is so much more to come and I cannot wait to share with you all!

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The tension was thick, icy, and Lily’s stomach was in knots. Had been all day really - ever since her former headmaster had sent them a letter early that morning, informing the young couple he needed to stop by that evening.

At first Lily had thrown herself into cleaning their flat, commanding James to vacuum the sitting room while she waved her wand around the kitchen, hiding away empty take-away boxes and dirty plates. But now, hours later and just moments before Professor Dumbledore was to step foot in their home, Lily succumbed to the nerves that enveloped her body.

She sat on the sofa, her hands tucked under her legs to stop them from shaking, as James paced across the floor - eerily quiet.

“I’m… I’m sure it will all be fine Lil. Maybe there’s just been a change in missions…” James rationalized, refusing to allow himself to think the worst.

“What if somebody else died? We’re in a war James… we are used to getting this type of news by now.” Lily said softly, looking up at her husband as he stopped in his tracks.

He marched up to her then, taking her face between his hands, stroking his thumbs across her cheeks, pushing her soft locks behind her ears and pressing his lips gently against her forehead. He kneeled down then, his panic-ridden hazel eyes softened as he spoke to her. “Whatever it is, we’ll be fine.” Although James wasn’t sure of it, for the first time he wasn’t sure of anything - only the gnawing ache growing deep in the pit of his stomach.

There was crackling in their fireplace, and they both turned to witness Albus Dumbledore materialize into their flat. It was definitely odd, seeing their former headmaster, so far out of his element, standing in the middle of the living room of two twenty year olds. His long white beard covered in soot, deep burgundy robes swiping across the floor.

What haunted Lily though, was the utter discomfort etched across his face. The devastation in his blue eyes, that once twinkled behind his half moon glasses, now looked at the two young soon-to-be parents in misery.

Lily made no attempt to move, dread filling her. She fought back tears, preparing herself for the worst. Sirius had been on a mission to Bulgaria for the past three days. The news must have been about him.

Or her sister, Lily hadn’t heard from Petunia in over six months. But she wouldn’t put it past the death eaters to go after her remaining family members.

“Professor,” James said by way of greeting, standing up to shake the wizened wizard’s hand.

“James, Lily. Thank you for inviting me into your home.”

Lily refrained from scoffing, she would never willingly invite the bearer of such dark news into her home.

“Can I get you anything to drink? Lily just put the kettle on, but we have mead too… I might have some brandy somewhere.” James spoke smoothly, but Lily knew the fear etched into his tone.

“That’s very kind, but I think it best we move forward with this conversation.” Dumbledore had said, staring at Lily in a way that made her want to hide away, “may I sit?”

“Of course, of course…” James said, gesturing to the red accent chair that sat across from the sofa. He tugged at his hair, turning around to take a seat next to Lily, giving her a wide - encouraging smile.

Dumbledore had settled into his chair, carefully crossing his legs at the ankles while he looked between James and Lily, seemingly trying to find the best way to relay his news.

Lily was not in the mood for pleasantries, did not have the patience to beat around the bush. “What is it?” She spat out - unwilling to care about just how rude she sounded at that moment.

“Lily, if I may ask. Do you know yet if you are having a son or a daughter?” Dumbledore began, gazing at the bulge in her stomach.

Her hand instinctively moved to her bump, hoping to feel her child kick her, to ground her.

“What does that have to do with anything?” James asked quickly, his leg beginning to bounce.

“It brings me great sadness to have to bear this to the both of you. I understand how much joy is in your lives - expecting a child right now.” Dumbledore paused, and Lily tensed, a distinct feeling of cotton filling her mouth. “But I’m afraid a prophecy has been made. And I take great stock in believing it to be true.”

Confusion seeped into the room then, Lily fighting hard to understand what a prophecy would have to do with her baby.

“A prophecy Professor?”

“I met with a woman whom I now believe to possess the sight. I was contemplating hiring her for the divination position at Hogwarts, and to be quite honest I had a bit of a hard time believing her at first.” He paused, taking a deep breath and meeting Lily’s eyes. “But she stunned me as she had a vision then. A prophecy that declared a child would be the one to defeat the dark lord.”

She couldn’t think then, she couldn’t breath. “And you think that is my child then?”

James sighed next to her, leaning forward, his elbows resting against his knees and burying his head into the palms of his hands. “What do you mean?” He asked, “some crackpot wannabe seer makes a prediction and you assume it’s our child?”

“I understand this is quite hard to believe. But there are a few specifications that lead me to believe the prophecy is about your son. Yes.”

The room suddenly became very hot, and an unbearable weight settled into Lily’s chest. “We don’t know if I’m having a boy.”

Dumbledore chose to ignore that, powering forward with the words that would forever alter the lives of James and Lily Potter. “The prophecy spoke of a boy, born as the seventh month dies, to parents who have thrice defied Voldemort.”

James sprung into action then, standing up as he spat out. “So you believe this then? Some woman tells you that Voldemort is going after a child and you come into my home…. You tell my pregnant wife that it’s our baby Voldemort is after?”

Any other time Lily would have pulled James back down, rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb. Now was not that moment. She kept her hand on her bump, warm tears spilling from her eyes.

“James, please.” Dumbledore began, and James walked toward the fireplace, setting his hand on top of the mantle, the muscles in his back tense in anger.

Lily cleared her throat then, shaking her head. “It’s not a boy.”

“Lily. I am deeply sorry I have to tell you this. It seems that Voldemort knows about the prophecy, he has chosen to believe that the child you carry will defeat him. Voldemort has marked your child.”

The room filled with silence, and Lily was at a loss - knowing only that she would do whatever it took to keep her baby safe.

“How?” She asked suddenly, “how does he know?”

If the prophecy had only been spoken to Dumbledore, then how could Voldemort have heard it?

James turned around then, his ears tinged red, his face contorted into uncontrollable rage. “How does he know? How does he know that Lily is even pregnant?”

“It seems that I was not the only one who heard the prophecy being made.” Dumbledore took a deep breath, knowing full well the implications of his next words. “Severus Snape was standing at the door. Listening. He relayed the information to Voldemort.”

The deafening silence that followed this admission, was broken the the slam of a fist into the plastered wall, and a pained groan escaping Lily.

She stumbled back, closing her eyes and breathing heavily. “No… no that can’t be you are wrong!” She shouted at her headmaster. “Severus… he would… oh… oh my god.”

James raced towards his wife, cradling her now broken fingers in the palm of his hand - taking deep, long breaths hoping she would mimic him. “Lil. Lily, love, sit down.”

He led Lily back to the sofa, sitting beside her as he pulled out his wand. Delicately touching the tip to her bleeding knuckles and listening to her horrified gasp as her bones snapped back into place.

“We must talk about the next steps.” Dumbledore began, “I suggest you two go into hiding. Tonight.”

“Tonight?” Lily asked, her voice weak and defeated.

“There is a safe house. In Godric’s Hollow.”

James and Lily looked at each other, neither knowing what to say or how to proceed.

“Alastor is there now, putting up wards. He’ll be here within an hour to escort you.”

“We are leaving our home? Tonight?” James asked, grasping tightly to Lily’s undamaged hand.

“I will be by in the morning. To go over the details of hiding. Pack what you can now.” Dumbledore said, standing up and bowing his head.

“I implore you to remember there is a spy in the Order. And I urge you to be sparse with the details you share.” He turned to look at Lily, giving her the faintest of smiles - an act of ill-perceived comfort. “Lily. Nobody must know when you deliver the child. There is a witch in Godric’s Hollow - a midwife, she will help you with delivery.” He stepped towards the fireplace, “you must not leave your home. All of your duties for the Order will be forgotten for the time being. Your priority now is to hide. Do you both understand?”

Lily could only nod, her vision obscured by the tears that now seemed endless.

“Professor. Wait!” James began - but Dumbledore cut him off with a wave of his hand.

“I am deeply sorry to both of you. I will see you in the morning.” And with that he threw a handful of floo powder into the fireplace, and disappeared. Leaving a distraught James and Lily in his wake.

“It’s not a boy.” She said, so fierce she almost believed it herself.

“Oh Lily,” James whispered, enveloping her into his arms. Hot tears flowed freely down his face, his wife pressing her nose into his chest. He rested his cheek against her hair, reaching his hand around her waist, holding the child in her belly. For the first time, James could not reassure his wife that all would be well.

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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Magnificent Maddy, beautiful @thebooktopus, sweet special someone...here's to you!

Maddy started this excellent month last year, so it seems only right I start with her this year! All the effort and LOVE Maddy put into her posts last year? Incredible. I checked every day, so excited to see who she would talk about. I ended up following several new people last year thanks to her, and checking out many new stories (even for ships and tropes I don't normally read!) And I walked away with many new friends!

Following March last year, I was deep in Snarry-a-Thon hell, having actual meltdowns trying to write Contempt. Listen, I'm a mess on a good day, especially when writing, but never more so than writing Contempt! And when I was sobbing and second-guessing myself, Maddy was one of the lovely humans who offered to look at my draft for me and who encouraged me to keep going. Truly, I have no idea what I would have done without her and others' help! My poor precious fic would have ended up in the trash, if not my whole laptop on fire! Her time and care meant so much to me then and is still so special to me now, knowing how important her help was in finishing a work I love so much.

There is such goodness in Maddy's heart, and her generosity and kindness are so inspiring and incredible. She has been an absolute sweetheart! Of course, Maddy is more than just the love she gives. She is a creator in her own right! So many goodies she's made, a variety of ships and stories! I've specially selected FIVE to recommend to you! And if you can, please be sure to leave Maddy some love!

Galaxies in Their Eyes

Ginny/Luna. Rated: T. Words: 350. Trans Luna. Self-acceptance. Love. Affection.

This moment exists for Luna and Ginny together, here and now, and across all of the galaxies.

I Fell Heavy Into Your Arms

James Sirius/Teddy. Rated: E. Words: 15,638. Secret relationship. Falling in love. Minor Scorbus. Fluff & smut. Next Gen Fest 2022.

James has moved home, and he's all grown up. Teddy takes notice.

Or: how James and Teddy tried to keep their hands off each other in the lead-up to Albus and Scorpius' wedding and didn't exactly succeed.

I Wanna Be On You

Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 6,565. Roommates. Friends to lovers. Fluff & smut. H/D Wireless 2022.

What is it about Draco singing off-key in their kitchen that pushes Harry to admit his feelings? One thoughtful act between roommates that leads to so much more.

Life After Quidditch

Marcus/Oliver. Rated: E. Words: 11,000. Enemies to lovers. Injuries. Minor Drarry. Minor Ginsy. Charity auctions. Fluff and smut. Wood You Rather 2022.

After a career-ending injury, Oliver Wood is forced to take an early retirement. And what does early retirement look like for famous Quidditch players? The charity circuit. Galas, bake sales, auctions—you name it, Oliver’s agent had signed him up for it.

Oliver didn’t know what to expect from this new life, but it certainly wasn’t Marcus Flint popping up at every turn. Or for him to be friendly and welcoming, unwilling to let Oliver stew in his self-loathing. Or for him to look so good in yoga pants. Or to fall for the git.

Space Girl

Ginny/Luna. Rated: M. Words: 350. Love-letters. Kinkuary 2022. Face-sitting.

You, my love, my moon. I worry sometimes that you are just an interloper here, destined again someday for the stars. People comment that your head is in the clouds, but I know the truth: it’s the whole of you up there, floating around, unbothered and ungoverned by the laws of this world.

Oh, also, can't forget last year's Mutuals March Masterlist!

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

#mutuals march #maddy #booktopus #drarry #linny #flintwood #jeddy #fic recs

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green-and-grey-kenaz · 1 year

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10 Lines Tagging Game

Thanks to @leogichidaa, @unspeakable3 and @ncoincidences for the Tag!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway ❤️

And he Drank (the Black family is Catholic and Regulus struggles to align his faith and political beliefs)

“In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been two days and six hours since my last confession,” Regulus said, hands clenching.

Balls and Duties (Sirius stays with the family, and it’s kind of Cinderella inspired)

“I have a short list of people you might find suitable for the Yule Ball, Sirius.” Walburga announced, producing a sheet of parchment from thin air and offering it across the oaken table.

I Used to be There (Sirius struggles with the memories of his love for James and guilt over Regulus)

Everyone had finished their lunch and headed off to yet more clearing out of Grimmauld Place, but he had remained, like some ghoul or ghost, unable to move on.

Memories (The fatal night that Ariana died, told across the four POVs who witnessed it)

Albus stared at the pensieve, four vials of swirling silver memories clutched in his hand.

I Sleep with the Dirt by Fire Glow (Regulus survived, but his body spent a long time as an inferius. It can be hard returning to life)

It was strange. Bright. Pain. Noise. Smells. Thoughts. Feels. Sights.

To Remember (Regulus got sent to Azkaban, Sirius gets him out just in time, but he’s not recovering)

Regulus felt that perhaps he had one moment of sanity before it slipped once more.

Nothing Else Needed to be Said (Sirius is genderqueer. Regulus helps.)

“Where are you going?”

My Soul is A Mistress I Shall Not Heed (In a world of humans and daemons, Regulus struggles to maintain a peaceful relationship with his)

It was a full cacophony in Azkaban.

Pretty Lies (Spying on werewolves for Dumbledore throws Remus straight into the path of Regulus who encourages him to embrace his darker side)

The loose gathering of people was not a lot but every little helped as Dumbledore kept reminding Remus – every person they convinced to be neutral, every witch or wizard that they brought to their cause no matter their talent, was one more person kept from Voldemort.

Something Wicked This Way Comes (Marauders era, but the magical world is more separate and has a cost)

“Quick now,” a elderly woman said, leading the way through the crowd. James rolled his eyes at the urgency in her voice as she hurried him along.

I don’t know who’s been tagged and who hasn’t, so anyone who wants to, feel free to do this and tag me so I can see your first lines!

#tag game

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mi4011hollysurr · 2 years

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Moebius

The French comic artist was born in the suburbs of France in 1938 and grew up with his grandparents and at the age of 9 his interest in comic books and the western genre first combined.

he attended the national school of applied arts and crafts in Paris after being encouraged by his grandparents but didn't ever graduate. instead in his third year he went to visit his mum who was newly married and living in Mexico. however this short term visit turned into a 9 month stay after being inspired by the vast open desert landscapes that remined him of his childhood obsession with classic westerns.

2 years later he returned to France for military service however was exempt from the front lines as he had skills in graphics. instead he was an illustrator of the army magazine.

Jean Giraud first made a name for himself I the comic book world working as an writer and illustrator for Blueberry a book he co-created under the pen name Moebius. a made up name inspired by German astrologer and mathematician Albus Ferdinand not to hide himself but "to invent something about himself that was beyond himself".

After making a name for himself in the Blueberry, Giraud had also caught the eye of Alejandro Jodorowsky an avant-garde filmmaker. he was inspired by his illustrations and offed for him to work as a storyboard artist for his film Dune. Jodorowsky described Giraud as a "machine" able to churn out the exact visions for his work in short amounts of time.

Sadly, due to costs, the film dune never made it past the preproduction stages at first. because at the time sequences drawn out by Jean Giraud had never been attempted in film and they simply didn't have the technology to achieve the shots. the pair kept working together, writing a graphic novel called the cats eyes.

later on, besides writting the comics Giraud would go in to work in art department on many different films and his work would and still does contiune toinfulence modern cinema today

In a animated Netflix series called Love Death and Robots the artist was able to bring his work to life helping to animate episode 3 (series 3) called The Very Pulse Of The Machine. he has also worked on the animation department of Space Jam and the Seven Samurai 20xx

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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31. Would you come back to me?

Prompt used- doing a pinky promise. This post have been inspired by one of @drarry-is-my-therapy recent reblog and one of @fqirycircle drawing, which is absolutely amazing. TW- ANGST | HURT/COMFORT | Harry's heart had always belonged to the boy by the lake.

" dad" Albus said as he watched his father cleaning off the used utensils

" yea " harry replied looking over his shoulder to his son sitting behind the kitchen table.

" I- I was talking with mom the other day and she told me something " Albus nervously said

" oh yeah, what'd she tell ?" Harry chuckled

" why you guy's really separated " Albus replied. Harry stopped dead for a moment looking blankly at the utensils until he resumed washing, not replying anything yet.

Once done, harry wiped off his hands over his apron, handing Albus the cold coffee he had just brewed, taking one for himself, he sat down in front of Albus with a curious smile.

" so what'd she tell you ?"

" well- she doesn't want me talking to you about these things but I- think I'm big enough to know these things now, don't you think ?" He nervously asked once again.

" well- albus I think you are " harry gave albus a friendly frown and with that Albus immediately loosened up, giving harry a genuine smile.

" so what did she tell you ?" He asked once again pointing Albus to drink his cold coffee.

" well- she told me- that you guys didn't love each other " Albus said

" I do love your mom Albus-"

" just not the same way, right ?" Albus asked. Biting the inside of his cheek harry deliberated whether he should actually let Albus know or not, until he did, knowing if he were where Albus was, he'd want to know too.

Harry nodded hesitantly.

" but you guys seemed to love each other so much? Like all the things you did, I mean i don't get it how could you just fall out of love you know ?" Albus asked a little irritated by the fact that his parents had actually fallen out of love. Harry is suddenly strongly reminded of a very Vivid situation, the situation he'd been so familiar with.

" Albus- I think what you're trying to say is that we Always cared for each other. We often confuse love with care. At much later part of our marriage, before separation we had almost forgotten what was it like to love each other and simply cared for one another" harry explained.

Albus clenched looking at his father, " so you're saying one day we eventually fall out of love ?"

" what- no- Albus, no that's not what happened- hell " harry immediately responded.

" then what happened ?" Albus aggressively asked

" it's- it's just more complicated than it seems Albus but I want you to know that love is real, alright. Just because your parents didn't work out doesn't mean love cannot exists, look at your uncle Ron and aunt Hermione, I've rarely ever seen love like that and hell I can't even tell you how much time they had spent crushing desperately over each other for years. We're sorry- really for setting such a bad example but we're not perfect, nobody is. It's simply is we couldn't make it work and we regret it " harry sighed pushing his hair back from falling over his face.

Albus shoulder slumped down a bits, staring at the water ring on his coaster absent mindedly.

" just say it albus. Don't keep it in " harry encouraged knowing his son was deliberating about saying something.

Albus looked up at harry strangely, a look he had never looked at him with ever before, " she said- that you- you've never truly loved her. She said even though you loved her but a part of your heart Always belonged to someone else "

And everything stopped. Harry's breath caught in his throat, his hand stilled in the air, even his hair on his forehead became still. He was shook Ginny had told him something like that. It wasn't as if harry wasn't ever prepared for such conversations but the way it had twisted into something, it was unpredictable and he found it hard to focus on one thing.

" is it true dad ? That you loved someone else too ?" Albus contemplated nervously.

Harry looked up at albus, not realising when had he ever leant down and cleared his throat to gain his voice back.

" I never cheated alb-"

" I know. She knows that but she says she knew that you Always have loved Someone else too " Albus bit his lip nervously hoping he hadn't offended harry by saying something so personal.

" i- I never thought she'd actually tell you this" harry eyes widened in surprise as he cleared his throat once again.

" w- I shouldn't have bought this up- this is just-"

" hey hey, it's fine- you said you're big enough to know these things now- well then " harry interjected nervously " she's right. I- my heart as she put it, one part of it has always belonged to someone else " harry sighed closing his eyes, glimpsing back in his memories of that one Particular person.

" oh- who ?" He asked curiously

Harry raised his eyebrows, chuckling nervously, not believing it even for a second that he is infact about have this conversation.

" someone" he finally replied.

And with that harry is brought back into his memories from years ago, that one person's laughter resonating in his head, that one smile which was only reserved for him, that voice which echoed in his head every night, as if it was calling harry to it but just as he reached the bottom, there would be another bottom and he would be stuck. Everyday. And as harry started to finally tell Albus about his first love, he flows into his memory of the last day of 5th year after harry had recently lost Sirius and was extremely vulnerable, around the black lake away from everyone, in just his own little bubble with him.

The lake reflected with the red and yellow light of the dropping sun from across the mountain and a faint breeze drying Harry's face covered with tears. He has someone's arms around his shoulder, cooing him, reminding him one day everything would finally be fine but he didn't had it in him to even understand what he was saying. He was crying, heavily breathing because of the heart clenching pain, the void in his heart which had finally filled had now grown bigger, how was anything ever supposed to be fine..

" we need to end this " harry abruptly said

" what ?" He asked confused by Harry's sudden outrage with something complete nuisance.

" we can't- I can't keep doing this " harry replied numbly

" wha- why not ?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows, feeling slightly hurt by such abysmal suggestion.

" don't you see, I lose everyone one day and I- I can't- I don't want to deliberately lose you " harry replied looking at him.

He frowned " you're not losing me harry-"

" then will I not ?" They had never talked about future, only because it remained so uncertain that they hated the idea of future

" no- you will not " he replied

" and you are absolutely 100 percent sure ? Isn't there a possibility someone would find out about us and it'll spread like a wildfire and everyone would desperately try to separate us !" Harry exclaimed

" okay harry- first calm down. Nobody have found out about us in the last one year, it seems highly unlikely someone would-"

" voldemort knows " and suddenly both of their breaths came to a halt. One word and everything they owned collapsed onto the ground as if it was the fragile chandelier hanging on the top of a broken roof.

" how-"

" he can see in my head. We can't keep doing this-"

" then we fight-"

" I'll fight- can you ?"

And there was silence. He wanted to respond that he would but he didn't trust the world, even if he trusted himself. He hated the world. He was weak, fragile and in a fight against the world, he knew he'd always lose, over and over.

" we are on opposite sides of war. Voldemort's came out. He'll be rebuilding his army. Everything is going to change. Even us" harry tried to explain without wanting to break down. This was the first time harry after sirius had sensibly talked but it was self preservation speaking for him, he couldn't afford to lose someone he really loves, once again. For once he wanted to protect his heart, he couldn't roll it over his sleeves when his sleeves were covered with thorns. It would be a death call and he couldn't give in, just yet.

" you and I- people like us don't belong together. The world will never understand us and this is the first fight we'd lose. I want this but it's going to be difficult. We can't be together as Long as we are on opposite sides-"

"Then I'll be on your side- "

" you are " harry responded giving a weak smile

" but I belong on the other side" he replied looking far ahead over the lake as if the realisation had finally dawned upon him. Something he had always known but had now slapped him right in the face.

"yes " harry replied looking at him, Saving in his memories the last time what he really looked like, his smile, his long lashes, his crooked nose, his pale skin, his tinted cheeks, his soft ears, his soft hair, his storm filled eyes, his pink plumped lips he had kissed so often. Saving it away for one day what it would look like in a pensieve.

" we knew what we were getting into but we took the risk nevertheless. It was a deranged path and we knew it from the beginning " harry softly said clutching other man's fingers with his own.

He didn't reply, he just longingly stared at the waters, as if he was remembering them not harry.

" so we give up ?" He finally asked turning to harry with unseen part of his face wet with tears. Harry reached forward wiping away his tear but they didn't stop, they only flooded more with Harry's touch.

" no, we- we promise to come back once again after all this is over" harry smiled softly.

" and you believe there will be coming back after all ? What if one of us- dies " he hesitated In fear of only imagining it.

Harry started at him knowing it was one of the possibilities but wasn't ready for such thing. It was a huge possibility that one day harry might lose " I have hope for us " harry suddenly spoke out loud. The thoughts In his mind had unknowningly reached his lips and there wasn't a going back from that.

The other man stared at harry long enough, he too concealing this part of him for that one day they'd meet again.

" promise me then if we make it through, we'll come back to each other " he asked, his voice sounding not more than a quivering sound.

" I promise that If I make it through one day, we'll meet again and come back to each other" harry replied

" pinky promise ?" He smiled.

Harry chuckled, then nodded

" do you promise ?"

" I promise "

" what happened then ? How'd you wind up with mom ?" Albus asked curiously, a faint yellow light from the evening bouncing over his brunette head.

" did he- die ?" Albus asked almost heart broken

" what- no " harry chuckled

" then what happened ?" Albus asked again

" he- broke the promise. We belonged to someone else much before we could've even belonged to each other. When I met him after the war and his probation, he had changed completely " harry replied reminiscing about the specific day

" then didn't you ever ask him again ?" Albus asked almost jumping off his chair.

Harry gave a small smile " I couldn't "

" but why- what if he had still loved you ?" Albus asked

" as I said he was completely changed. He wasn't the man I fell in love with. He never asked either. It died out over time. Besides I'm pretty sure he had already forgotten about it. Also I think he was engaged by the time we met again, it didn't make sense" harry replied

" then didn't you ever like try to stop his wedding like In those romantic comedies mum watches ?" Albus asked excitedly

Harry laughed picking up their glasses and going over to the sink " she's always loved them. You've got to stop watching them if that's what you're cooking in your head Albus. Real love Is different than what they show, it's not just one fight and making it up. Its so much efforts, fights, pain, drama and so many other things"

" but If it's the right person, it'd never feel like that would it ? If you really love someone then those fights wouldn't be so bad or there wouldn't be pain or drama. It'd be a happy relationship, wouldn't it ?" And in that small sentence albus has unknowningly managed to define true love.

Harry looked at his now grown up son, crossing his arms smiling impressively. And nodded.

Albus sighed in relief, slumping down in his chair. Harry quizzically analysed Albus until his expressions changed to sometimes brief.

" who is it?" Harry asked knowingly

" what?" Albus blushed

" who's this person you're suddenly relating everything to ?" Harry teased poking Albus Playfully.

" there is no one dad" Albus blushed embarassed, jumping off the chair, taking a few steps back.

" come on- I told you my story. I atleast deserve to know who it is " harry smirked crossing his arms in front of him

Albus sighed rolling his eyes" he's from school"

" ooh, someone from school. Like father like son" harry teased

" dadd " Albus whined blushing

" okay- fine, fine. Who is it then ?" Harry asked giving up with the teasing.

" it doesn't matter, he doesn't like me " Albus sighed crossing his arms in front of him in disappointment.

Harry carefully analysed Albus's face again, remembering exactly the same way he felt "it's the Malfoy kid, isn't it ?"

Albus's eyes suddenly shot up in surprise.

" how did you-"

" you're my son. Of course I'd know" harry sighed uncrossing his arms and stepping forward and placing them in the kitchen table, leaning forward.

" don't make the same mistakes I did. Ask him out. Write to him maybe. I'm sure he'd agree " harry suggested.

" mistake ? What mistake did you make ?" Albus asked curiously.

Harry gave him a firm smile before he putting his hands away from the table to his sides " it's a story for some other day, your mom is gonna be here to pick you up in an hour. Do your stuff and we'll talk about it next week? What say ?"

Albus frowned before letting go and nodding.

" one last question dad "

" shoot" harry said as he started washing those used cups again

" did you ever love mom as much as you loved that someone ?"

Harry smiled this time not stopping " I- love like that happened only once. I loved your mom a different way. I loved him a different way "

" but who'd you love more then?"

Harry turned around to see Albus standing there leaning over the kitchen table curiously " I will not answer that. Now enough with my love life. Go do your homework " harry said a little sternly in his father like adamant voice.

Sighing Albus gave up.

" okay, just one question, I promise " Albus plead again. Harry sighed before nodding.

" if now he came back in your life and asks you for a second chance, would you go back to him ?"

Harry smiled Shaking his head" yes- yes I would "

The next week when Albus came back for the stay, he seemed far excited than anything else. As soon as Ginny had left, Albus squealed.

" whoa there squirrel, what's got your knickers in a twist ?" Harry chuckled

" I've got an invitation. Can we please go to scropius's place. He offered for a while. I'll promise we can come back and do homework, he really wants me to see his collections. Can we please dad, please ?" Albus gave harry his puppy eyes in desperation..

Harry sighed before nodding.

" for an hour.. "

And with that after an hour, they flooed to scropius's place. The Malfoy manor.

They were recieved with a rather very pleasant place. It was no longer a dark, submerged place, it had been refurbished with mostly white and brown. It seemed like an entirely new place. Not one part of Malfoy manor looked like what it did ages ago ,and yet harry liked it better. It was welcoming. And just then he walked in, with scropius.

" potter "

" Malfoy" harry sternly nodded at Draco, losing himself again in that brief reminiscents of the past. He hadn't changed even a little bit as he remembered him from the day by the lake, yet everything had changed. Everything.

" we're gonna go " Albus didn't even wait and ran off with scropius, leaving harry and draco alone, both staring at each other thinking how the other had forgotten of the promise..

( I've really been writing shit lately. Anyways hope you liked this one, I'd been very excited for this one but It haven't turned out as good as I wanted to, so .. )

Requests open

Part 2 & 3

Day 30- scared, potter | Day 32- reasons not to be in love with Draco malfoy by Harry

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magicaltrans · 2 years

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Art by the talented @pauleonotis

DAY III OF MAGICAL TRANS COMFORT FEST

PODFIC

●Wishing Rose by AlexSeanchai read by bluedreaming (Luna Lovegood/Draco Malfoy, 5 Minutes, Teen)

Summary: Luna Lovegood gives no fucks about other people's opinions, Draco thinks. It's almost Luna's sole defining characteristic. Lucius Malfoy is so proud of his son. Draco runs fingers through Luna's hair, carding the long dirty-blonde strands while she rests her head on Draco's shoulder.

Trans Characters: Trans Female Draco Malfoy

FIC

●minor gods and their favoured divinities by inlustret_lumine (Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, 2,7k words, General)

Summary: Albus smiles at himself in the mirror, flexes his new muscles once, twice, and then he’s gone. Up above, Above, soaring and diving with an ease he could only have dreamed of before. He took his time working this out, but now that he’s here he can’t imagine anything being more perfect than this. The coolness of clear air on his bare chest, the rush of wind through his feathers - he’s home.

gender euphoria, true names, and the surety of love when everything is uncertain

Trans Characters: Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy

●Haircut by cavendishbutterfly (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, 1,7k words, Teen)

Summary: Draco's cutting Harry's hair short for the first time. He's going to make them look sexy. It'll be great.

Harry's just not sure whether their new haircut's going to stick around.

Trans Characters: Nonbinary Harry Potter

●When I Look Like Myself, I Am at My Best by Booktopus (Teddy Lupin/Vic Weasley, 1,1k words, Teen)

Summary: Vic Weasley gets a gender-affirming haircut right before Christmas, but isn't sure how his family will react to his new look.

Trans Characters: Nonbinary Teddy Lupin, Trans Male Vic Weasley

●In a world uncertain (say you'll be my stone) by Nyctala (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy 1k words, Teen)

Summary: Draco is nervous about seeing eir father for the first time since coming out, but ey have nothing to fear with Harry by eir side.

Trans Characters: Nonbinary Draco Malfoy

●first words of a shooting star: Chapter III: burn, wizard, burn by Piralei (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, 15,5k words, Explicit)

Summary: This story is about brandy abstinence, raising your son to be a better man than you are, indulging in hot chocolate with your best friend, and falling in love with Harry Potter.

Or Draco accidently gets knocked up. It's all Harry's fault.

Trans Characters: Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson

●T4T by corvuscrowned (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

Trans Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy

●In a world uncertain (say you'll be my stone) by Nyctala (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, 1k words, Teen)

Summary: Draco is nervous about seeing eir father for the first time since coming out, but ey have nothing to fear with Harry by eir side.

Trans Characters: Nonbinary Draco Malfoy

●easy kindnesses by softlystarstruck (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, 1,7k words, Mature)

Summary: Draco appreciates a day all about his happiness, he really does. He just doesn’t understand why Harry is giving him this.

Trans Characters: Harry Potter

ART

●this feels more like magic by ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, General)

Summary: inspired by the essential you bring me home by softlystarstruck, i drew harry and draco rollerskating!

Trans Characters: Harry Potter

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magicalhideoutengineer · 2 years

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You’re playing the young Dumbledore. How much did you and J.K. talk about where Dumbledore had been and what he had experienced in his life before we meet him in this film?

When you have the opportunity to work with the creator of a character, and a novelist at that, it’s like having a well of inspiration and detail. She was very generous with her time and she gave me a very clear picture of who he was from childhood; his motivations and the pivotal moments from his life and the scars that were left. So she and David Yates gave me a real sense early on so we could redefine that period before Dumbledore became the man we know and love from the Potter movies. I was able to dig into the demons and the turmoil and the drama of a younger man and the stuff that he has yet to resolve.

J.K. famously stated that Dumbledore is gay. Was there something in particular you wanted to know about?

Oh yeah. There was stuff about his relationship with Gellert Grindelwald. There’s that relationship and what happens between them that causes this rift. But prior to that what happened in the Dumbledore family. As we all know, Dumbledore’s childhood was quite idyllic and then something happens and what happened in the family really changed his life and emotional fabric. That will come into more detail in the next (instalments). But understanding his relationship with Grindelwald was key.

How did you think your Dumbledore is different from the one we meet later on in the Potter films? To me there’s a mischievous charm to the younger man.

I guess one of the things that makes him different is he’s 45 and not 112. The calm and sense of self that the old Dumbledore has is yet to be achieved. He’s a man still going through and figuring out his path. Also, he’s still living with demons that are unresolved. There are still issues that he carries that he needs to confront and work through.

In the trailer Dumbledore says to Newt, ‘I can’t move against Grindelwald.’ What’s the relationship Dumbledore has with Newt versus the one he has later on with Harry?

They are slightly more on equal footing. Even though Newt was Dumbledore’s student, he’s an adult. With Harry and Dumbledore, it’s always child and master. I think there’s slightly more neutrality to the Dumbledore-Newt relationship. Having said that, Dumbledore has a way of leading and manoeuvring his friends in a way that keeps them guessing. I always think how he was a master in the Potter series of making people think that they were coming to their own decisions when really they had been encouraged by him.

#fantastic beasts #crimes of grindelwald #jude law #coginterview #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #newt scamander

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startanewdream · 3 years

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Afternoon tea

Summary: Before his first class as a professor, Minerva McGonagall invites Remus Lupin for tea - and a talk of old friends .

Note: This was inspired by @constancezin amazing artword and fic for Remus's birthday. Check her art - and thank you so much for sharing your talent with us, Zin!

Read on AO3 or below:

Remus checked the note for the fifth time that afternoon, though he knew it by heart now. It was a short note after all.

Remus,

When you feel better, come see me in my office for tea.

Minerva.

The note seemed to transport him to another time - a better time, many years ago. It was an illusion, of course. Back then, Professor McGonagall addressed him as Mr. Lupin and she would never sign any note for him with her first name. And though she was the Head of his House, they were never particularly close - she would deny it, but Minnie McGonagall had always favoured James and…

No, not Minnie. That was a nickname that he had crafted, and Remus refused to think about him, despite the fact that his face was in every newspaper these days.

He felt that sharp longing pain in his chest and wondered if he dared to skip the tea altogether. But he couldn’t, and not only because Remus didn’t have a good reason to justify his absence - there was still on him that respect for Professor McGonagall, as if he was still the fifteen-year-old prefect who couldn’t control his friends and accepted her reprimand in their names.

The halls were empty, for which Remus was grateful. Though the transformation had not been as bad as before, he knew his face was tired and pale; he didn’t want to look too frail even before his first class. It was bad enough he had missed the first week of classes because of the full moon.

He knocked on McGonagall’s office and the door opened. She was sitting on her desk, finishing some paperwork, and Remus smiled to himself; the first week of classes had barely finished and Professor McGonagall had already given homework.

‘Hello, Remus’, she greeted, indicating the chair in front of her desk. ‘I’m glad you came. Just one minute, please, I am finishing these grades’.

‘Hello, Professor McGonagall’, he greeted back, feeling awkward. Somehow sitting in that chair in front of her made him feel young again, instead of the professor he was now.

Well, he had the title, but he hadn’t even given his first class yet.

She paused her work to look at him; there was a familiar stern look on her face as she watched him from over her glasses.

‘We are colleagues now, Remus. I think you should call me Minerva’.

‘Okay, Mi… Minerva’.

It felt weird, especially because she didn’t look any more kind than she was during the years she had been his professor, but she didn’t comment on the way he had stumbled upon her name. Perhaps she was used to that awkwardness; most of the other professors had been her students too.

‘All done now’, Professor - Minerva said at least, laying down her quill. ‘I am sorry to make you wait, these are the essays for my Advanced Transfiguration Class’.

Remus nodded, in silence. James and… well, James had been in that class. He truly loved Transfiguration; it was easy for him like all classes seemed to be, but it was one that he dedicated more of his time, even doing extra work.

No wonder Minerva had adored him. No wonder they had managed to turn into animagus so early… But that was too painful to think about.

‘No problem’, he said easily, ignoring his remembrances and his guilt as always. ‘I guess I will be the one grading homework next week’.

‘When they offer you the job, they never mention how much of your time you will spend on homework’, she said, and before Remus could understand if she was joking with him - James wouldn’t believe it -, she raised. ‘Tea?’

Remus nodded, watching as Minerva prepared the tea for them both. She could do it by magic, he knew, but like him, she preferred to prepare it the old Muggle way; Remus enjoyed waiting for the water to boil - it was good for some reflection.

He wondered what Minerva McGonagall would reflect upon.

‘I was surprised by your invitation’. he admitted when she offered him a cup of tea.

‘I thought we could talk. I know how these last days were… arduous for you’.

Remus blinked, suppressing a grimace. Compared to the last years - losing his friends, living alone, then the news of his escape - transforming into a werewolf was easy.

‘It was not fun’, he said instead, keeping his voice amicably, ‘but Snape’s potion actually helped me’.

He couldn’t help but let a little of his surprise slip in his voice. Remus had had his doubts if Severus Snape would really prepare correctly the Wolfsbane Potion for him - he had once tried very hard to expose Remus’ secret to everyone after all - but it had worked as promised.

Perhaps Minerva could hear clearly his uncertainty, because he swore she was smirking as she sipped her tea.

‘I believe you should call him Severus now’, she noted.

Remus doubted Snape would be glad of this acknowledgement that they were colleagues now but he didn’t say anything. He thought of being on a first-name basis with Severus Snape - James would never forgive him for it. Those two had always hated each other…

‘I hope it doesn’t bother you’, Minerva added, a note of disapproval on her voice that made her sound more like the professor he had years ago. ‘You are all grown men now’.

‘No, of course not’, he said hastily. ‘I never had a particular grudge against Sna… Severus. And I am grateful for the help he is providing. I couldn’t be teaching without that potion’.

‘Good’, she took another sip, seeming to wonder if she should say more. ‘It seems some grudges run in the family, though’.

‘What -’, he blinked, an amused and unstoppable smile coming to his face. ‘Harry doesn’t like him too?’

She looked away, pretending to be busy opening a box of biscuits and offering him one.

‘Severus is a difficult professor, many don’t like him’, she said casually. ‘I believe the Longbottom boy is more afraid of him than of me’.

‘Longbottom… Alice and Frank’s son?’

Minerva nodded, exchanging a painful look at him. Remus remembered how bright Frank and Alice had been, how powerful they were together; and then the news of what happened to them. Sometimes Remus wondered how it would have been if his friends had fallen into that barely alive state; he couldn’t imagine looking in James’ hazel eyes and not seeing anything back.

Perhaps dying was less painful.

‘He is shy. A little bit lost. Sometimes…’, she paused, seeming more unsure than Remus had ever seen her. ‘Sometimes he reminds me of Peter’.

Remus didn’t need to ask what Peter she was talking about. He moved in the chair, feeling suddenly uncomfortable as always happened when someone mentioned his late friends.

‘Perhaps he just needs some guidance’, he said, in what he hoped was a nonchalant voice. ‘More encouragement’.

They weren’t very good to Peter in that sense, Remus knew now, but he could try with Longbottom. It was never too late.

Minerva sighed.

‘It would do him some good’, she agreed, thoughtful.

Remus accepted another biscuit she was offering. Minerva still seemed a little lost in her thoughts, and Remus took a longer time than he needed to finish his biscuit until he gathered the courage he needed to ask her what he really wanted to know.

The question he had been avoiding for years.

‘Minerva? How - how is Harry?’

She watched him, raising her eyebrows, and Remus wondered if she would make it easy for him. She didn’t.

‘He is good in classes. Talented, medium grades, reasonably well-behaved. I think he could be better but he seems to dislike standing out actually’.

‘No, I meant…’, he took a deep breath. ‘How is he, Minerva?’

There was a wistful smile on the corner of her lips.

‘He is good’, she said softly. ‘You will find him always with his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They are always together, thick as thieves. Loyal to each other to their heart’.

Like James was to you and his Marauder group, he could hear in her voice. Like you were to each other until mistrust and betrayal separated you forever.

‘He is kind, modest actually. A bit naive too. And he seems to have a certain… disregard for rules and a knack for finding himself in trouble’. She paused and Remus knew he was remembering the hundreds of detentions that James had got himself into. He never complained, insisting he was proud of each one. I had a good reason, Professor, James would say, though most of the time was just for the fun of it. James loved to laugh and he loved making others laugh. ‘But his troubles are actually… motivated’.

That is less like James, Remus thought. James enjoyed breaking rules for the pleasure of it.

‘I don’t know if Albus told you about his previous years’.

‘He mentioned’, Remus said curtly, thinking of the stories he heard about Harry and his two encounters with Voldemort. He was too young for such misfortunes.

At least James and Lily were of age before they were facing Voldemort; but then again, Harry had been targeted since he was born. He was no stranger to danger - and now more than ever, if he was really after him…

If he had once betrayed James, who had loved him as a brother, he would surely not care at all for the boy who was his godson...

‘Harry may feel a need to be a hero’, Minerva continued, oblivious to his thoughts. ‘With his background… but he is a good kid’. She paused, sipping her tea before adding, in a voice that Remus thought sounded too heavy: ‘James and Lily… would be proud of him’.

Remus didn’t doubt that for a second. He remembered how James’ eyes would shine madly whenever he would talk about his child and how he seemed happy beyond words when Harry was born; and Lily, beautiful compassionate Lily, would look at Harry with nothing but love in her eyes. James and Lily had cherished their son every day of their lives.

They should have had more time with Harry. Twelve years and Remus still didn’t understand the unfairness of it all - if he could trade places with them he would in a second.

He remembered waking up at the Hogwarts Express and forcing himself to look at Harry, really look at him, instead of at the ghosts he invoked. The boy seemed fine, but he lacked that air that James had, the one that spoke of being loved and well-cared. Harry deserved to have his parents and to have met them.

‘He looks so much like James’, he whispered. ‘But it’s Lily’s eyes staring back at me’.

‘He reminds me of James a lot’, she agreed, a touch of sadness on her voice. Then she forced a smile. ‘Wait until you see him fly. He has his father’s talent’.

‘Chaser?’

‘Seeker. Never lost a game - and last year there was a rogue bludger chasing him around the field’.

‘James would be sad his son isn’t a Chaser’, Remus joked, though he knew he was lying. James would love Harry no matter what.

‘He has been a Seeker since his First Year’, she noted, again with that hidden smirk on her lips. ‘Not even James got his position so early.

‘He would be jealous’, Remus teased again, thinking that above all James would be proud.

My son, Remus, look at him! Seeker on his First Year! Lily - we have to send him the best broom in the world.

He sighed, exchanging another smile with Minerva, one that spoke of lost friends and lost opportunities. Remus supposed it was hard for her too - she had seen James growing up, from that uncorrectable prankster to a nice young man whose heart was in the right place and then to a warrior that died too early.

And she had seen James’ friends losing their ways too.

‘Don’t favour him’, she added, sounding a bit stern again. Remus blinked.

‘I won’t. I know I am his professor only - I won’t get too involved’.

Remus knew he already was, but he could be impartial. More than he was when he was a prefect, anyway.

‘I am glad you are teaching here, Remus’, Minerva said, her voice softer now. ‘Especially… this year’.

Remus didn’t need to ask what she was talking about. It was not coincidence that Dumbledore had gone for him, neither was that he had accepted to leave his isolation.

If he was really after Harry… after everything he had already done…

But this wasn’t a subject that Remus ever discussed with anyone.

He could deal with the grief over losing James and Lily and Peter, he could deal with the loneliness of the last twelve years.

But he couldn’t deal with his betrayal and above all with the question that always haunted him.

Why?

He finished his tea.

‘I should be going, Minerva’, he said, trying to sound pleasant. ‘I still need to finish setting things for my first class tomorrow. Fourth Year. Thank you for the tea’.

She raised one eyebrow, not much convinced, but all Minerva said was: ‘Of course. I wish you good luck’.

‘Thank you, Minerva’.

‘Anytime you need, Remus, my office is open’.

He nodded, though his smile was more restrained now. It was not her fault, but he knew that she wanted answers too, and he couldn’t help her with that. It scared Remus to think that no one would ever understand what had really happened.

He remembered a barking laugh, an aristocratic elegance and a smile that drew people to him. Not of it was revealed in the picture that was exhibited daily in the newspapers. Remus would sometimes look at that photo for long minutes, his heart racing in his chest, each beating sending a familiar pain to his body.

Why, Sirius?, he would ask. There was never any answer.

Remus raised, nodding his head in salute one more time. He was closing the door when Minerva called him again.

‘Remus - James would be happy for you too’.

He closed his eyes for a second; it was easy to imagine the face of James Potter - frozen forever with twenty-years-old -, grinning down at him with the easiest smile Remus had ever seen on anyone’s face, nodding at him in approval. Professor Lupin, huh?, he would say with equal notes of pride and teasing in his voice, always told you could be anything you want, Moony.

‘He would’, he agreed, sighing, and closed the door behind him.

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Updated to add: If you enjoyed, read Padfoot & Minnie, about Minerva meeting Sirius after knowing he is innocent.

#missing moments #HP Fanfiction #Remus Lupin #Minerva McGonagall #friendship #marauders fanfiction #t: fanfiction

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ao3feed-jily · 2 years

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Dear Friend

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7Zm5tsO

by anewcosmos

Receiving letters from a mysterious sender, Alice Woodbridge, former Hogwarts student, begins to weave past and present to piece together the painful memory of a boy she once knew, and the forces that brought them together, and eventually pulled them apart. From hatred, to friendship, to unconditional love, this is the story of a boy who made all the wrong choices and then one right one, and it broke him in the end.

Inspired by the talented Kazuo Ishiguro and one of my favorite books written by him, The Remains of the Day, which I would encourage anyone to read if you haven't already. For updates on my writing, sneak peeks, fic recs, info on upcoming chapters, and just overall good vibes, follow my TikTok: @anewcosmos

Regulus Black x OC, canon compliant.

Words: 2429, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Regulus Black, Sirius Black, James Potter, Severus Snape, Lily Evans Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Marlene McKinnon, Mary Macdonald, Dorcas Meadowes, Albus Dumbledore, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Minerva McGonagall, Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Tom Riddle, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Bartemius Crouch Jr., Bartemius Crouch Sr., Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Original Characters, Original Muggle-born Characters (Harry Potter)

Relationships: Regulus Black/Original Female Character(s), Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter

Additional Tags: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Marauders, Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter), Regulus Black-centric, Regulus Black Needs a Hug, Young Regulus Black, Regulus Black Dies, Sad Ending, Sad, Character Study, Original Character(s), Character Death, Possible Character Death, Evil Voldemort (Harry Potter), Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Slow Build, Slow Dancing, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Love/Hate, Canon Compliant, First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Angst

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#ao3feed #fanfic #Harry Potter #Jily #James Potter #Lily Evans #Lily Potter #Lily Evans Potter

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sol-rising · 3 years

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— dramione fanfic recommendations bc i don’t have a life;

[CHERRY] No one asked for this but I don’t have a life and I read a lot so.... why not? Majority of these are either on AO3 or FFN.

— ONESHOTS;

Best Shot by AccioMjolnir [Mature, 24k words]

Summary: It's eighth year and Hermione is trying to navigate her post-war friendship with Draco Malfoy and a relationship with Ron Weasley when she gets an unexpected visit from someone who knows her better than anyone: herself. Thrown back from the future, an older Hermione drops a bombshell on her: she has only three days to set things right, or Draco dies.

Amateur Cartography by worksofstone [Teen & Up Audiences, 21k words]

Summary: That one-night stand with Draco Malfoy was a mistake. Hermione doesn't make mistakes, or at least she isn't supposed to. She's working hard at her Ministry career, however frustrating and pointless her job may be, and she's also got to live up to everyone's expectations as Hogwarts's most famous Muggle-born and a top-tier War Hero. So, why is she still sleeping with Draco Malfoy, ex-Death Eater and infamous pureblood? And why isn't she certain that she wants to stop?

A Muggle-born Magic by Musyc [Mature, 50k words]

Summary: Regency-era AU. Physician's daughter Hermione Granger finds herself in need of a way to pay off her father's debts after his death. Draco Malfoy, retired from the politics of the Isolationists, a group of pure-bloods bent on separating 'true' magic from lesser folk, finds himself in need of a tutor for his son, Scorpius, who appears to be incapable of magic and must learn to survive in a world without it. Draco also needs a wife and mother for Scorpius, to satisfy a promise to his unwell father. After she saves his son from an attack by Isolationists, Draco hires the Muggle-born Miss Granger for the former, and after a riot in Vauxhall Gardens and a scandalous discovery made by his mother, weds that selfsame Muggle-born for the latter. While making the best of her marriage of (in)convenience, Hermione discovers that Scorpius' history of wild imaginings and dreams is more than just imagination. As she attempts to teach him about magical abilities no one expected he would ever have, she and Draco work together to raise Scorpius and learn to trust each other.

Ice by senlinyu [Teen & Up Audiences, 5.1k words]

Summary: Hermione works in Gringotts’ Records Department when Draco Malfoy comes on staff as a curse-breaker. His icy presence drags up memories she’s desperate to move on from and forget. She tries to ignore him, but every time she sees him, she feels chilled to the bone. DHr Advent 2018.

Fallin' (Adrenaline) by LeilahMoon [Teen & Up Audiences, 4.5k words]

Summary: When Professor McGonagall encourages all Hogwarts students to participate in a mentor scheme designed to promote inter-House unity, Hermione Granger is thrilled; she can’t wait to embrace the opportunity for further education. Unfortunately, she's not able to choose who she is allocated to and, when her mentor turns out to be Draco Malfoy, she’s certain she won’t learn anything at all.

The Two Sided Triangle by Canttouchthis [Teen & Up Audiences, 5.2k words]

Summary: In which Daily Prophet reporter Hermione Granger inadvertently becomes a superhero and her partner, the intrepid Draco Malfoy finds himself smitten. In other words, a Dramione inspired by Superman and Lois Lane.

Now Is A Gift by senlinyu [Teen & Up Audiences, 5k words]

Summary: Hermione is determined to give meaningful Christmas gifts to everyone in her Ministry department.

Everyone.

Even that anti-social arse Malfoy.

DHr Advent 2019.

riddle me this by megamegaturtle [General Audiences, 8k words]

Summary: Their fingers touch when Draco hands her the paper and Hermione's heart almost jumps out of her chest.

The note reads: How do you spell ‘cute boy’ with only two letters? -Riddle Me This

Hermione finds herself grinning. “Cutie. Q-T. That’s the answer to the riddle. You’re a cutie, Malfoy.”

[the one where someone leaves Draco Malfoy riddles to solve from the local coffee shop's community board and he enlists Hermione Granger for help.]

(Written for 2020 DFW Trope Fest: Double Trouble)

Library Rendezvous by WickedlyAwesomeMe [Fiction T, 2.9k words]

Summary: Hermes Granger just wanted to finish his homework in peace but of course, she always had to ruin his plans. Male!Hermione Granger/Female!Draco Malfoy. Genderbender

Relentless (Hogwarts Era Series) by realjane (Series of Connected Oneshots)

Height by senlinyu [Explicit, 8.7k words]

Summary: “Tall? That’s what you think I should notice about Malfoy? His height?”

Ginny quirked an eyebrow and licked the tip of her quill suggestively. ”Well, isn’t that your thing? Lockhart. Krum. McLaggen. Ron. The only thing they have in common is being tall enough to give me a neck ache.

”Hermione felt her ears grow hot, and she gripped her book tighter. “I don’t have a thing for tall men. Their height is—completely coincidental.”

Dramione Height Differences Minifest 2020.

Diamond Heart by artemisgirl [Fiction T, 8k words]

Summary: When Hermione approaches Draco Malfoy proposing a fake relationship between the two of them as part of a scheme, he's eager enough to participate - the potential benefits outweigh any costs on his time. But as it all progresses, Draco finds himself wondering what it would be like if what was 'fake' was real.

The Spring’s Chosen by artemisgirl [Fiction T, 5.5k words]

Summary: A golden unicorn appearing on the Malfoy grounds sends the Manor into a flurry of activity, to the confusion of one Draco Malfoy. It's just a unicorn that happens to be gold - isn't it? DMHG

Courting Customs Most Sacred by HeyJude19 [Twoshot, Mature, 15k words]

Summary: Published in 1862 by Lady Apollonia Nott, Courting Customs Most Sacred is the comprehensive text for any pureblood family seeking to arrange suitable matches for their children. It’s also patently ridiculous and not at all appropriate for the modern era of dating. It is certainly not how one should woo Hermione Granger, at any rate.

— ON-GOING/WIPs;

Come Let Us Adore Him by thiscitychickk [Not Rated]

Summary: Hermione Granger scoured the subreddits, perused the checklists, and read virtually everything possible on how to be an all star Congressional intern and staffer. She had her job responsibilities well in hand, but instructions on how to handle the attention of an upstart Congressman Draco Malfoy were nowhere to be found. US politics AU: Congressional staffer Hermione, Congressman Draco

and with you, i fall by passionesque [Mature]

Summary: With Narcissa Malfoy striking a deal for her family — protection for information, the last thing anyone wants is Draco Malfoy seeking refuge within the heart of the Order.

It would’ve been easy, Hermione thinks. So easy for her to hex him back to Voldemort’s clutches for all that he’s said and done, but being the bleeding soft-hearted Gryffindor she is, she doesn't.

* * * * *

“You should hate me,” he murmurs, flicking his gaze to her from beneath his lashes.

She should, Hermione knows this. She really ought to hate him, but the memory of the haunted look in his eyes and the hoarse screams of his nightmares echoes through her mind and eases the storm in her heart.

She doesn’t. She can’t.

“You’re right,” Hermione says soberly. “I should. But I don’t.”

Post HBP. Canon-Divergent. HG/DM.

Love In A Time Of the Zombie Apocalypse by andgladly [Mature]

Summary: After Voldemort, there was this. The clock is ticking to create a cure to the unimaginable horror that currently grips the world. Hermione finds herself unwillingly allied with the most hated man in Wizarding Britain.

The Alkahest by Shadukiam [Mature]

Summary: The Marriage Law, once enacted, has the power to destroy Hermione's perfectly normal life. Luckily, she and Ron are already planning to obey the horrific law together as a team... Until a Malfoy-shaped wrench gets thrown into the works. Dramione.

In the Arms of Her Dragon by Wolf Blossom [Mature]

Summary: A random act of kindness (the life-or-death kind) draws together Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger in a way that nobody saw coming. The duo, in fact, did not want anybody learn the secret of their relationship, but their hope was in vain. All of Hogwarts, nay, England suddenly knew about their union. "Nobody said this would be easy, bookworm." Malfoy drawled. "Shut. Up. Malfoy."

Time Twisters by themirrorminder.372259 [Fiction T]

Summary: Narcissa ignores the sharp smile her little brother wears after Bella's funeral, in the same way that Lily ignores the ravenous gaze her little sister aims towards Knockturn Alley. However, Albus Dumbledore cannot ignore the ominous friendship between Draco Black and Hermione Evans, not when he hears blood dripping from their joined hands. {TimeTravel} {DRAMIONE} {Marauder's Era}

Beautiful Incongruence by charlie_weasleys_gf [Teen & Up Audiences]

Summary: “You are not an easy person to talk to, Granger.”

“Well, you haven’t made the prospect of talking to you sound very exciting."

Hermione Granger was ready for her third year at Hogwarts-that was, until it was interrupted by time turners and apologising assholes.

In which Draco Malfoy apologises (a lot).

How to Move On by longdistance [Mature]

Summary: It's been nearly a decade since the war. A long time since she locked herself away. A long time since he faced his mistakes. She's what he wants. He's what she needs. It's time for both of them to figure out how to move on.

Through the eyes of blind love by Mixilip1 [Mature]

Summary: Torn between the heart and love of two souls thou shall find theeself. Post-war.

Following the war, Hermione finds herself not-so-happily dating Ron, but it seems she can't keep herself away from a certain blonde Slytherin who's determined to finally make her his witch. After hearing a prophecy about her future, she thinks her life might change for good, but what she doesn't know is that the prophecy also included a veela in it.

"Granger, don't be nervous. Just look at me and let go." He said, grabbing her chin, and her brown eyes met his.This is a story about love triangles and veelas. Veela AU

flesh and blood by forbiddenquill [Teen & Up Audiences]

Summary: Scorpius breaks his father’s Time-Turner and ends up getting transported into the year 1998, when the Second Wizarding World War has already ended and where Draco Malfoy is still trying to pick up the pieces of his shattered world.

With Scorpius’ arrival comes shocking revelations, burning questions, and a son’s image of a father Draco is sure he’ll never be able to live up to.

More importantly, it’s Scorpius’s bright brown eyes, so unlike his own, that bug Draco the most.

[alternatively, a multi-chapter fic where eight-year-old Scorpius follows Draco around the castle and tries to discover the secret identity of his mother]

The Other Side by sweetsolitude [Teen & Up Audiences]

Summary: A slow-burn Dramione version of 6th year, The Half-Blood Prince, told from the perspectives of Draco, Hermione, and Theo. No smut, no character bashing. Attempted to stay TTC and the general plot progression of HBP. Primary ship is Draco/Hermione. This fic is already completed at around 150k, will post chapters regularly.

The Hidden Duchess by Moxified [Fiction K]

Summary: She had always been given everything she wanted ever since she was a child, spoiled to the very bone. Her life consisted of a strict regimen built for a princess that was followed to a tee - even after she came to Hogwarts. Leading two lives is stressful for anyone, especially a young lady with an equally young man curious enough to discover what secrets she was hiding.

An Unexpected Malfoy by RiverWriter [Mature]

Summary: Once upon a time Hermione Granger literally ran into Draco Malfoy in a bookshop. His mother sees a connection between her son and the muggleborn that she can't ignore and determines to get to know the girl. An imagining of how things could have gone if Hermione had been taken under the wing of the Malfoy family.

In Another Life by marana1 [Fiction M]

Summary: She walked over to the huge, full-length mirror. Staring back was her eleven-year-old self but with long, beautiful, silky platinum blonde hair and pale skin. Hermione ran her fingers through her hair, the reality of the situation sinking in. The fairy hadn't just made them switch places for a day... she sent them back in time and switched their lives. DM X HG. EWE. Slow burn.

Hermione's pianist by softblakegriffin, va_lentina [Mature]

Summary: Draco Malfoy was destined to play music since birth. A small prodigy in a family of long-standing musicians, he’s well on his way to become the best pianist of his generation. A month in Rome with his friends is the perfect way to leave the pressure and social obligations behind and relax, immersed in the eternal beauty and soul-stirring art.

Hermione Granger’s road to music wasn’t straightforward. She didn’t attend the Conservatory, everything she knows is the result of sacrifices, and she’s still searching for the perfect opportunity to make music her job. It’s her dream and she thinks Rome, with its breathtaking views and magical atmosphere, is the place where she wants to try and fulfill it.

He’s in Rome to enjoy a short reprieve from London, before going back home.

She escaped London and is in Rome to stay.

Will music and the treacherous city disrupt their plans?

Crimes of Passion by All3Unforgivables [Mature]

Summary: Draco Malfoy lost his family, his dignity, and his humanity during the Dark Lord's rise to power. The only thing he couldn't stand to lose was something that was never his to take. With no one left to mourn him, his disappearance goes unexplored. But angels like Hermione Granger do not go missing without notice. D/H OOC, AU. Very mature themes.

Nightcrawlers by malf0y101 [Explicit]

Summary: Returning to Hogwarts for her eighth year, Hermione Granger is depressed, resentful, and suicidal. That is, until Draco Malfoy presents an enticing offer to keep her alive. Soon after, the two embark on a torture spree of students, professors, and acquaintances while simultaneously engaging in a clandestine and dirty relationship. How long can they keep their game up?

What crawls in the night stays in the night.

Poet. by OneEqualTemper [Mature]

Summary: “Uh...Malfoy? Did you knock your pretty head into a wall this morning?” Ginny questions and slides into her spot next to Hermione.

Hermione gives her a quick glare, her eyes begging her to just leave it alone. Ginny ignores Hermione’s look and waits for Malfoy to answer. Malfoy does his best to ignore the red-headed Witch.

“Hello? Anyone in there?” Ginny questions and waves her hand in front of him.

Hermione grabs the Witch’s hand and pulls it down to the table, “He can sit here if he wants.”

Ginny scoffs but keeps her hand down on the table, “What’s wrong with his own table?”

“Ginny, stop,” Hermione hisses at her friend. “We’re friends. He can come and sit here anytime he wants.”

— COMPLETED;

Hindsight by floorcoaster [Teen & Up Audiences, 12 Chapters, 170k]

Summary: It's a New Year and Hermione decides it's time to make some changes.

Between the Devil and Draco Malfoy by QueenOfSmokeAndMirrors [Mature, 13 Chapters, 34k]

Summary: Seventeen is a dangerous age. Hermione Granger, arrogant and precocious and bored of her mundane life, thinks she can handle a deal with the devil. But Draco Malfoy - the devil's own son - plans on dragging her down to Hell with him. Dramione AU with demons.

Good Luck Kisses by Musyc [Teen & Up Audiences, 8 Chapters, 8.4k]

Summary: A good luck kiss for a Quidditch captain - it's ridiculous. It can't actually work.

But it does.

Every time.

Traditions by raven_maiden [Explicit, 14 Chapters, 69k]

Summary: She straddled him slowly, still biting her lip, her hands on his shoulders. He held her hips tightly as he stared up at her.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, and she flushed prettily, like she always did from his compliments. “You never need to hide from me.”

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy fell in love during the war. One year later, they're heading home for the holidays so he can finally meet her parents. There's just one teeny little problem: her parents think they're both Muggles.

Fortuitous by MrsRen [Mature, 13 Chapters, 93k]

Summary: Recently divorced Draco doesn't believe in the ideology of having one true love. He certainly doesn't expect to meet his match in a Halloween themed coffee shop, but fate has a peculiar way of giving you just what you need.

Manacled by senlinyu [Explicit, 77 Chapters, 370k]

Summary: Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked.

Wait and Hope by mightbewriting [Mature, 12 Chapters, 95k]

Summary: “Harry,” Hermione began, voice very controlled, but she could feel the blade of panic slicing at her vocal cords. “Why was Draco Malfoy just screaming bloody murder about his,” and the word almost strangled her as she said it, “wife?”

Harry's green eyes blew wide. Healer Lucas pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly displeased with the recent series of events.

“He was referring to you, my dear,” she said. “That was the other question you got wrong. Your name is Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy.”

Hermione had to be sedated again.

Beginning and End by mightbewriting [Explicit, 48 Chapters, 242k]

Summary: Years. Broken into months into weeks into days—into hours, minutes, seconds—into moments. Simple at one end, complex at the other. In Draco’s experience, moments, even when simple, had a habit of becoming irretrievable. Moments grew, stretched, multiplied into ages and eras that defined whole stretches of measurable time. Draco regretted several moments in his life, some within his control, some without: all of them irretrievable in nature. At a certain point, wedged between ‘what-ifs’ of his own devising, he’d stopped trying to keep track of those regrettable moments: now and then, pushing and pulling, coming and going, beginning and end. Moments were only moments for just as long. After that, he had no control.

A Draco POV prequel to Wait and Hope.

Through the Years by WickedlyAwesomeMe [Fiction T, 11 Chapters, 93k]

Summary: Hermes Granger fervently believed that Malfoy's sole purpose in life was to make his life a living hell. Genderswap Dramione! Male!Hermione Granger/Female!Draco Malfoy. Companion piece to "Library Rendezvous".

Apple Pies and Other Amends by ToEatAPeach [Mature, 29 Chapters, 77k]

Summary: It’s not until she’s brought a basil and strawberry sponge cake to Neville Longbottom and his new girlfriend, Hannah Abbott, a dozen rhubarb hand-pies to Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood, and another basket of ganache-covered muffins to Dean and Seamus, that Hermione admits to herself what she’s actually doing: she’s making a thing of this. It’s a veritable PTSD tour. With pastries. And hand-skimmed clotted cream. And she has no idea why she’s doing it, but it’s becoming very apparent that she is.

Sometimes you're sad. Sometimes you need dessert. And sometimes, it's a little of both.

Arrogance and Ignorance by AnneM.Oliver [Fiction T, 38 Chapters, 140k]

Summary: A romance set in the era of Jane Austen novels, this is the story of a woman and a man. The man thinks he is better than all others, & the woman knows she is smarter. Their differences aside, they have one thing in common, both are smitten with the other.

The Babysitter by WickedlyAwesomeMe [Teen & Up Audiences, 29 Chapters, 145k]

Summary: It was a dark and stormy Sunday night when Hermione Granger unexpectedly visited his house and entrusted him with her daughter, Rose. Disaster ensues.

Slow burn Dramione with a sprinkle of cute, cute Rose!

The Best of Me by MrsRen [Mature, 21 Chapters, 82k]

Summary: Officially, Hermione Granger was killed in action during the Battle of Hogwarts. Unofficially, Draco Malfoy has never stopped searching for her. Years after the war during a mission in France, his salvation comes in the form of a little blond boy and a familiar half-Kneazle.

Chronos Historia by In_Dreams [Mature, 27 Chapters, 98k]

Summary: Hermione and Draco stumble upon a mysterious portal and find themselves hurtled back through time a thousand years. Forced to team up to find a way home, they quickly realize that much of the history they believed to be fact, wasn't true after all. A founders era, time travel Dramione.

Presque Toujours Pur by ShayaLonnie [Fiction M, 38 Chapters, 174k]

Summary: Bellatrix's torture of Hermione uncovers a long-kept secret. The young witch learns her true origins in a story that shows the beginning and end of the Wizarding wars as Hermione learns about her biological father and the blood magic he dabbled in that will control her future.

omnia vincit amor by SyrenGrey [Explicit, 40 Chapters, 187k]

Summary: Dark days are here at Hogwarts, and the darkest cloud of all is hanging over Draco Malfoy's head. Already burdened with the impossible task of murdering the Headmaster, life becomes more complex when an elusive prophecy entangles him with a bushy-haired enemy, and a steamy forbidden romance unfolds. Sixth Year. Rated E for sexual content and violence.

Rose by longdistance [Mature, 5 Chapters, 20k]

Summary: A short tale of what happens after Hermione and Draco wake up with each other after a drunken night together. Alcohol often has consequences which they soon learn.

#dmhg.ficrecs #dramione #dramione fanfic rec

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albusofecclesia · 3 years

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Creative Writing - Academic Burnout

(inspired by this Dark Academia self care post by archaic-stranger)

Within the Order of Ecclesia’s dormitories, Albus lay on the couch in his quarters, splayed unceremoniously on his back with one arm slung over both eyes to block out the bright light of dawn piercing through the picture windows across the room. Academic burnout had struck hard. Compounded with his recent travel fatigue, he had become entirely overwhelmed by the last two years of intensive training - both physical and mental - and simply no longer had any drive to move, speak, or think more than was absolutely necessary.

Master Barlowe had given him some reprieve time to sort himself out, encouraging Albus to report back to him whenever he felt ready. While appreciated, the crux of the matter was that Albus wasn't entirely sure when that would be ready. Not having subjected himself prior to such an intense level of burnout, he had naively figured it would have abated after a day or two of rest. Yet it had been four days since his return, and an all-encompassing metaphorical weight sat on him, draining the willpower to do even the most basic of menial daily tasks. It was starting to concern him. Or rather, it concerned him when he could manage to 'feel' at random intervals interjecting themselves into his presently numb and brain-foggy experience.

He sighed laboriously, the culprit of his melancholia-like state presently a mix of numb boredom, and languid, liquidous apathy for himself and everything around him. He knew he ought to at least get up and find breakfast. Getting out of bed and dressing for the day had already felt monumentous, sapping the reserves of his carefully cultivated energies from the last few days. If he were in a moment of lucidity, he would lightly chastise himself for finding such a simple, normal thing to be so difficult. But it wouldn't serve him any further to be irritated with himself - no matter how tempting negative self-talk would be during the uselessness-inducing miasma he found himself in.

Dramatic eons later - which in non-burnout time was twenty or so minutes - he wandered near-trancelike through his quarters, towards the door, and out into the hallway. A polite few nods were managed with the odd colleague that Albus passed as he descended the stairs to the main floor, pausing briefly by the pigeon hole mailboxes in the common area foyer. To his surprise, there was something in his inbox: a single parchment folded once width-wise. He hadn't expected anything after collecting his stack of mail upon his return to the order. So this letter was a complete surprise.

"To a wonderful, magnificent friend and human being. I've never met someone so strong and giving and kind against all odds the way you've been facing everything. Take the time to relax, you deserve it."

Well that was a lovely start. At fast glance there appeared to be no signature, and while the penmanship looked a little familiar he couldn't quite put his thumb on who might have written it. Why had they chosen to remain anonymous?Following the complimentary blurb was a list of items titled 'self-care ideas'. He quickly scanned the list, noting the first few and lumping them together in their relevance:

• brew a cup of your favorite tea and look out the window for a bit • cut up some fruit to eat and arrange it nicely on a plate • bake something or make a nice dinner for yourself

Tea and fruit sounded appealing. Main breakfast hours would start soon, so he would have to be quick if he wanted to secure himself something from the mess hall before having to deal with an onslaught of students and faculty. Requesting tea and fruit from the kitchen staff wasn't quite what the list had suggested, but once he received his order, he found a spot to sit near a window and rearranged the fruit slices and berries on the plate in some semblance of a floral mandala. Once the breakfast tea had brewed and cooled sufficiently, he held the cup in both hands as he let his gaze wander to the outside scenery. Little thought passed through his mind. It was equal parts unsettling, and yet somewhat nice to just have a silent inner self. Yet, it was strange - he was so used to his mind always working, deducing, planning, considering, analyzing… having such an active brain was something he had quietly prided himself on.

What if this was the new 'normal' for him? Is this was it was like for 'regular' people? For non-academically gifted folks? Goodness, how boring. He stopped his motions at that thought and paused to gave his head a light shake. This was not a healthy worldview to further entertain. One must maintain some level of altruism, and use any gifts with a modicum of humility.

Closing off those thoughts, he removed the note from his pocket, unfolded it, and continued down the list:

• reread an old favorite book - or just your favorite chapters • [read] about something you find interesting, even if it’s one you’ve [read] before • read some poetry, or write some of your own • make origami with book pages • tidy your desk

The last thing Albus was interested in was looking at another book any time soon. And yet, the ideas were solid to his reasoning and he hoped to find the energy to entertain them in the next few days. Although, perhaps if he tried the first item, it might kindle an interest in the following suggestions. Once returned to his quarters, he went to his desk and perused the shelf where he had curated favoured books and tomes. They were all academic and research-based in their own way, even the more topically 'spiritual' books. One book held his interest for a few minutes, but he really didn't have it in him to continue to read further on ritual entrancement practices of the world.

A quiet sigh elicited, and he abandoned the reading suggestions for the time being. Especially the origami with book pages? The absolute audacity. But he considered making an attempt with note paper later. As for tidying his desk, it wasn't entirely messy but it wasn't absolute chaos. Organized clutter, despite the oxymoron.

• lie on the floor for and listen to music

Well that sounded a bit silly. But it was different, and might shake things up a bit. A record of an orchestra playing works of Tchaikovsky was chosen and set up on the gramophone. Albus eased himself down to the floor and moved to lay flat on the carpet, feeling a bit ridiculous as he did so, listening to the music for a few moments. He couldn’t quite decide what to do with his hands, changing them from clasped together over his chest, to spread wide out on either side of him. The whimsy of the activity made him feel a bit like he was a child again, which was soothing for a few seconds before he decided he'd quite had enough of engaging in such behaviour. Sitting up, he looked at the list again.

• put on classical music and take a long bath/shower

The music was already playing. Upon further consideration, he had worked so hard to gain these quarters which had the luxury of a half-bath section. He might as well further appreciate the advantage. Yet filling and draining the basin was a bit labour intensive. While being clean was a necessity to him, he rarely took long soaks, and typically opted for the shorter methods in order to cut down on time spent preening and grooming. With no pending research, lectures, or plans, he could afford to do this. It ended up being a good and relaxing soak; the warmth of the water relieving, lingering muscle tension, the lavender soap's scent heady and soothing, the music filling the emptiness in his mind with joyful entertainment. Afterwards, he dried and dressed, feeling quite rejuvenated as he glanced the list again for the next items:

• if you’re religious or spiritual, spend some extra time on your prayers/meditation • light a candle and watch the flame

Both of these could easily be achieved in the Order's chapel. While he was not exactly religious, he held knowledge of the sacred and the profane being tangible aspects of their world. They existed, yet he did not believe entirely in the concepts of Heaven and Hell being particular afterlives for Humans. If Earth was the realm of humanity, he considered the other two as realms of their respective inhabitants. Cross visitation between realms was possible, but Humans had too many limitations on their species to be able to persist in the other realms for long. These were, of course, theories that he was both interested, and loathe, to test for himself.

The chapel was of Christian Orthodox decoration, every finery imaginable on display. Likenesses of Saints and other holy figures adorning the windows, walls, carved into pews, and as intricate statues placed in key areas of visibility. Albus wandered down the center aisle of the chapel's nave and headed for one of the ornate prayer candle holders on either side of the crossing dais. Lighting a candle, he knelt on the ground and stared at the flickering flame, giving silent thanks for the opportunities he had been afforded thus far in his lifetime.

Flame snuffed, he ventured outside and read the next objectives to attempt:

• go outside barefoot and stand in the grass until you feel just a little bit cold, then wrap yourself in a blanket to warm up • buy flowers for yourself (optional: press them between heavy books so you can keep them forever)

Some minutes later he attempted the first of the two in a secluded meadow just outside the Order grounds. It felt a bit embarrassing at first, but the self-consciousness soon faded and soothed into a feeling more akin to the child-like way he had felt when laying on the carpet listening to music. His eyes scanned around for flowers to fulfil the second of the list items, those he would press and turn into a bookmark either for himself or as a gift to a friend.

Returning home again, he pulled on a warm sweater to chase away the chill that the cool ground had given him, and looked at the last item on the list:

• write yourself a love letter and seal it with wax

A smile formed and he sat at his desk, feeling much better having gone through the motions of the list. Pulling out the appropriate stationary, he set about writing a short note to himself before folding it and sealing it shut for another time.

"I am enough, I deserve time to rest, and I am thankful for those around me."

#drabbles #extensive headcanon writing #creative writing prompt #writing sample #((first bit of the letter taken verbatim from a dear friend who cheered me on through my own work burnout))#long post #headcanons #set in ecclesia #self writing tag

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asktheboywholived · 5 years

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If I Could See Your Face Backstory:

(( OOC: Body-swapping concept inspired by the film “Every day.” ))

The Soul Exchange:

James Potter met Lily Evans in Flourish and Blotts three years before IICSYF takes place. He’d gone to pick up a copy of “Quidditch Through The Ages” and saw her standing behind the counter. He was instantly smitten.

James, having not an ounce of shame in his entire body, and used to having girls fawn over him (considering his standing as a well-known quidditch player), attempted to chat her up.

Turns out, Lily didn’t know jack-shit about quidditch, nor did she find his joke about what “position” he plays very amusing.

Needless to say, it didn’t go well.

The next day James begged his best mate, Sirius Black, to lend him his motorcycle. He desperately wanted to impress Lily and get into her good-books (pun intended).

On his way to the shop he got into a terrible accident, a result of careless motorbike flying and a rogue owl. The owl survived, but James fell into a coma.

However, having a will of iron and a reckless nature, James’ soul refused to be trapped in a stagnant body and was thrown out, attaching to the first person on the scene, an Auror named Alastor Moody.

The phenomenon is called a soul-exchange, or “walk-in”, and is extremely rare. It requires an obscenely strong will and is often confused with possession. Possession can only take place if either the inhabiting soul is willing and invites the other soul in, or is too weak to fight the invading soul.

Two combative souls could not coexist in one body, and Alastor was forced into the only body available... James’.

However, once James’ soul willfully left his body, it became untethered, and without the connection to his physical mind he was left unable to remember his past, only collecting information from the present.

Eventually the will of the original inhabitant overwhelmed James’ own as Alastor took control of his body once again, causing a chain reaction that forced James to move on to the next available body with each passing day.

With every exchange, the original soul of the host would be forced into James’ body at St. Mungos, where they’d spend a day in a dream-like state, unconscious. Because of this, James was unable to learn anything about where each soul would go when interrogating his previous hosts.

After nearly half a year of selfish fuck-ups, where he managed to cause a lot of damage in the lives of his hosts and leave chaos in his wake, James began to make a conscious effort to cater to the host instead. It wasn’t fair of him to disrupt their lives just so he could live for a day.

As the years passed, James, unable to find or be himself, began to lose himself. He learned how to dress the part, catering to each person’s style preference. He was a quick learner, and gained the ability to think on his feet, doing his best not to get anyone fired when he couldn’t call in sick.

Sometimes he mourned for other people’s losses, too. Even without its original soul, pain and grief could still linger in a body. Those were the hardest days.

James tried to interfere with his host’s lives as little as possible. However, on one occasion he found himself inhabiting a particularly awful person, and turned himself into the authorities... but he doesn’t like to talk about that.

When James met Lily, a connection was reignited, since she was the last person his physical mind had thought about before his accident. As the connection grew stronger between himself and Lily, the connection to his body did as well. Eventually, the desire to ensure that he could keep his promise to Lily (attending her birthday party) drew him back to the one body that would ensure it happened – his own.

James returned to his original body, but the soul was still untethered, having been separated for so long. It needed a solid connection, a desire strong enough to keep it anchored.

That happened the moment James’ realized how much he loved the girl lying next to him in the hospital bed... someone who was willing to endure a future of hardship in order to keep him close.

In that moment the soul and body reconnected and his conscious mind took over, the memories of his physical form returning – but not the memories imprinted on his soul. That required a deeper connection.

That required Lily.

IICSYF – AU WORLD BACKGROUND INFORMATION:

The wizarding war did not take place in this timeline. Prejudice is still at large and bubbling under the surface, but the scale has not tipped towards violence, and things are relatively normal... or as normal as anything can be in the wizarding world.

Schooling:

Remus didn’t attend Hogwarts. With no wizarding war looming, Albus didn’t see a future need for him, and thus didn’t extend a hand. Remus was homeschooled by his parents instead, and spent a lot of his time engaging with the muggle world, where life was simpler. He eventually attended a muggle university.

Sirius was forced to transfer to Durmstrang after disappointing the family by being sorted into Gryffindor. He ended up fleeing his family home at 14 because of the conditions and lack of support, living with his uncle Alphard instead, but continued to attend Durmstrang, grateful for the lack of contact with his family (his brother and cousins still attended Hogwarts). He played beater for Durmstrang’s quidditch team, something Alphard encouraged as a productive way for him to get out some of his pent up aggression... Sirius had a lot of aggression to vent.

Sirius became a skilled player and, with the help of his uncle and his connections, was eventually picked up by the Montrose Magpies, one of the most successful teams in the league.

James attended Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor. His skills as a Chaser and captain for the Gryffindor team were unrivaled, and he was eventually scouted by several teams, settling with the Montrose Magpies, where he met Sirius Black.

Lily attended Beauxbatons after her father was offered a job in France. It was there she became friends with Marlene, who had been sent there by her parents in a last-ditch effort to turn her into a “lady”. Though they may not have been successful in their attempts, she certainly developed an advanced interest in “ladies” instead.

After leaving school, Marlene, having family connections, secured a job at Flourish and Blotts. After a pulling a few strings, she was able to find an opening for Lily as well, who had been missing England. The two moved back to start the next chapter of their lives... as bookworms.

Sirius and James:

The infamous duo met after being drafted into the Montrose Magpies quidditch team. James immediately adored Sirius and his brash, aggressive attitude, even if he was a little rough around the edges. James’ easy-going nature and natural confidence was something Sirius admired and aspired to have. The two became fast friends in no time.

A year after being drafted to the team, James’ parents passed away of Dragonpox. James, unable to stand living in the huge Potter estate by himself, moved into a flat in London near Diagon Alley, closer to Sirius (who was living in Alphard’s old flat, having lost his uncle recently as well). The two became as close as family.

The flat that James moved into was in the same apartment complex that Remus and Marlene would eventually live in (hence why Remus walked out of his flat to find Sirius in the hallway).

After James’ fell into a coma, Sirius continued to stop by his flat to check up on things... which he did at least once a week, without fail, for three years. He was positive that James would wake up, and wanted to ensure everything was ready for him when he did.

When James awoke from the coma, Sirius, being listed as family, was the first person contacted.

Remus and Marlene:

Remus became friends with Marlene after meeting her at a local gay club. It was a muggle club, and it was Remus’ first time there. After watching the jumper-clad man sit at the bar for a solid twenty minutes without talking to anyone, Marlene took pity on the nervous newbie and became determined to show him a good time.

After far too many drinks, the two of them had a long, sloppy conversation. Marlene could tell something was up, and Remus, with a bit of liquid courage and some pestering, eventually opened up to her.

Having only attended muggle schools, having just lost his mother, and not wanting to burden his father with his problems, Remus had recently moved out of his family home... and he was in a tight spot.

He had resorted to living in a one-room flat that could barely be called a room, and his job searching was producing abysmal results. He wanted to become a part of the wizarding world, but it seemed like his efforts were being constantly thwarted by prejudice.

Things were not going well.

Something he didn’t tell Marlene was the fact that he’d had a few close-calls in the muggle world due to a lack of understanding towards his condition... situations that he wasn’t aware of, like super moons and eclipses, that produced unexpected results. He was desperate to work his way back into the wizarding world in order to learn more about himself... but it was proving to be much harder than he’d anticipated to fit in.

After an emotionally vulnerable conversation, a couple of trips to the loo to empty the contents of his stomach, and a wobbly exit from the club... Well, Remus didn’t really remember the rest, but the next day he found himself in Marlene’s spare room with a “Welcome Home Bitch” cake on the bedside table, all of his belongings, and no recollection of how they had gotten there.

And that was how Remus Lupin became Marlene McKinnon’s roommate.

Remus and Sirius:

Sirius had passed by the muggle club on the corner several times with James on the way to their usual post-game-celebration pub. Every time they passed, his eyes would linger, and James, catching on, always offered to accompany Sirius inside (the proposition including an excessive amount of eyebrow wiggling, which always earned James’ a solid punch in the arm).

Sirius had never gone in, but that night, standing outside and listening to the music thrumming indoors, he decided Fuck it. Tonight will be the night.

~*~

It had been 6 months now that Remus had been living with Marlene, and he still couldn’t hold down a proper job. Today shouldn’t have come as a surprise, everyone found out eventually, but Remus had really liked his job and had hoped that this time it would last.

His mistake.

He knew Marlene wouldn’t care, she was unwaveringly supportive and laid-back about the whole thing, but he still dreaded telling her. She’d offer to get him a position at Flourish again, but Remus knew they didn’t need any more employees, and couldn’t stand living off of her charity.

On his dejected walk home he’d halted outside of the familiar club. He’d only ever gone in once, but that one time had brought him to Marlene. Maybe this time...

He didn’t want to go home, he didn’t want to be recognized by someone he knew, and he didn’t want to be sober – so might as well.

~*~

Remus sat down at the bar, feeling nervous and sweaty in his jumper. It was hot, and the music was unnecessarily loud. He quickly ordered a drink, intent on drowning himself.

Remus glanced to the side and froze, his eyes widening.

Sirius Black was sitting next to him. As in... famous Quidditch player, ridiculously handsome Sirius Black.

Remus glanced around, surprised that the man wasn’t being accosted by adoring fans – but they were in a muggle club, and Sirius was just another body among the masses.

Remus tried to calm his breathing and focus on his drink, his eyes flitting constantly back to the dark haired man beside him in spite of his efforts to remain aloof. God, he wished Marlene knew more about Quidditch teams! She only had eyes for the Harpies (of course), and she wouldn’t be able to give him the appropriate response warranted for this remarkable chance encounter when he told her about it later.

Sirius’ eyes were on the dance floor, his finger tapping against his leg with the beat. He was smiling comfortably, looking at ease.

Remus nearly choked on his drink when Sirius turned suddenly, looking in his direction. He tried to play it off like he’d been sparing Sirius a passing glance as opposed to staring at him for the last five minutes – but if the smirk that spread across the other man’s face was any indication, Sirius hadn’t been fooled.

Remus nearly jumped out of his skin when the quidditch star plopped down in the seat next to him, striking up a conversation as easily as lighting a match – which was dangerous considering the fact that Remus was about ready to explode.

“Were you going for a bold, stylistic choice with the jumper, or are you just a glutton for punishment?”

Remus glanced down at the jumper, which was starting to stick uncomfortably to his skin, and licked his lips nervously. “If I say it’s stylistic, will you kindly turn the other cheek when I collapse from dehydration? It’s kind of the look I’m going for, so...”

“How avant-garde of you.”

The conversation flowed naturally after the initial ice-break. Remus was surprised with how well they got on, although the conversation was fairly surface-level, neither of them wanting to reveal too much about themselves.

It was fun, simple flirting, and Remus hadn’t had that in a long time.

Sirius glanced down at one point, then grinned. “Is that a wand or are you just happy to see me?”

Remus froze, glancing down, then slowly reached into his pocket, drawing the long wand out.

Sirius’ eyes widened in shock, “Oh my god, it’s a wand!”

Remus had been avoiding discussing the wizarding world, hoping to keep himself from acting like a fan-boy. Sirius was now staring accusatorially at him, as if he’d been lied to. He'd probably thought he was talking to a muggle.

Remus took a deep breath, desperately searching for something to say to cut through the tension, “So... I showed you mine...?”

Sirius stared for a moment more, sizing him up, then snorted inelegantly. “Is that your pick up line?”

Remus laughed, relieved. “Did it work?”

Sirius stared for a moment, then nodded ever-so-slightly. “I’d say no... but the jumper kind of did it for me already, so really anything works at this point.”

Remus choked on his drink.

Sirius bit his lip, glancing hesitantly at Remus as he set down his beer. “... You doing anything after this?” Remus shook his head before his brain could catch up to his body, then cursed inwardly as a sly smile spread across Sirius’ face. “Well then, mind if I take you home?”

“You want to walk me home?”

“No... I want to take you home. My place... but only if the jumper comes too.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on removing it tonight.”

“You can keep wearing it if you’d like.” Sirius shrugged, his grin broadening.

Remus could feel the blush rising, his ears heating up. “I... I’m not really looking for anything right now,” he stammered, feeling the word-vomit rising to the surface as the anxiety took over, “I mean, I know I look incredibly put-together in my knitted jumper, but I have to be honest with you, my life is a bit of a mess–”

“You say right now,” Sirius cut in, drumming the counter lightly, his grey eyes piercing. “But am I safe in assuming you mean you’re not looking for anything later... Because I’m alright with right now if you’re not interested in later.”

Fuck.

~*~

Remus had never had a one-night-stand before.

He was hesitant, but Sirius was fun and unfairly attractive, and he’d enjoyed the short time they’d spent together. He needed something uncomplicated, and Sirius was offering exactly that... so, why the hell not?

Turned out, a one-night-stand with Sirius Black was great. Really great.

They had come to an understanding, and Remus left the next morning without waking the other man. It was only after that he realized... he’d never given Sirius a name.

Part of him felt a twinge of regret, but that’s what he had wanted – a nice, uncomplicated memory to hold onto.

Now he had one.

~*~

Sirius had no idea that Remus was living in the same complex as James. Remus lived on a different floor, and he was always out job-hunting when Sirius stopped by around lunch for his weekly visits... but one particular morning, Sirius woke up at the crack of dawn, feeling peculiarly groggy. He shook his head, glancing at the ornate clock on the wall that had the time, date, weather forecast, and for some reason, the creative cuss-word of the day. That was uncle Alphard for you.

Friday. Sirius had to double take. Friday? God, had he missed an entire day? He’d been sure it was Thursday.

Strange.

Friday was James’ day. Sirius dragged himself out of bed and made his way to the flat, knowing he wouldn’t make it in the afternoon and worried about James’ plants, which were looking a little grim and god-forbid he let a fucking cactus die, of all things.

Sirius was preoccupied with his thoughts and accidentally got off on the wrong floor. He instinctively started making his way towards what he thought was James’ flat, all the floors looking exactly the same, when he heard someone calling out to him...

That voice sounded familiar.

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authorwiththedragontattoo · 4 years

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The Snitch Seeker Chapter 3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

When he had first heard about Hogwarts eighth year, the thought of attending didn’t even cross Draco’s mind. He had run away from the dark lord, barely evaded Azkaban and spent the last four months living in a house that was being monitored 24/7 by the ministry. They knew every move they made, if Draco decided to put an extra sugar in his coffee one morning, the Ministry knew about it.

So, when Narcissa Malfoy came into his room one day holding a letter from Minerva McGonagall requesting his return to Hogwarts in September, he was shocked to say the least. —– or yet another hogwarts eighth year in which draco redeems himself fic

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Warnings: Mild references to violence and death, mild PTSD and anxiety refernces

If the castle had been eerie before; at night the castle was just straight up terrifying.

Draco had done his fair share of stalking the castle at night; he wasn’t new to the winding hallways that seemed endless when the lights were out, or the paintings that seemed perfectly innocent in the day that appeared almost menacing at night.

But now the darkness felt like it’s fingers were clasped around his throat; like it was reaching into his chest and sucking the air from his lungs. He was acutely aware of the way his breathing picked up as he began to gasp for the air that was being stolen from every cell in his body.

Because it was too much like the last time he was here.

He didn’t dare move his feet more than a few inches at a time for fear he would feel the stiff body of one of his classmates at his feet. He could smell the burning flesh and could hear explosions still ringing in his ears. If he glanced out the window, he could still see every protective barrier be torn down, allowing thousands of Death Eaters to descend on his school.

He felt ridiculous. He was no victim, no innocent kid who was dragged into a war they wanted no part of. He had played his part, he did what he was supposed to while knowing the outcome was always going to be war. So why did the images of that day leave him struggling for breath? Why could he feel himself shaking at the memory of a day he helped create? Why did he feel so weak when he swore he would never let his weakness hinder him ever again? Why-?

“Draco Malfoy!”

Draco’s racing mind skidded to a halt as a firm voice cut through the deafening silence of the hallway. He turned slowly, coming face to face with Hogwarts Headmaster Professor McGonagall.

“Professor, I-”

“My office. Now.”

Her blunt, commanding voice left no room for argument, and Draco wasn’t about to challenge that. He knew this was inevitable; he had been back less than 5 hours and he had already tried to curse someone in the common room and was now stalking the halls in the middle of the night. He expected nothing less than an expulsion.

The thought of his mother’s face if he came home, having blown his one chance at a future had his stomach twist so violently he feared he would be sick then and there. In silence the two of them made their way towards the headmasters office, and though he was on his way to expulsion, Draco was thankful for the company and for the light that illuminated their way from the tip of Professor McGonagall’s wand.

The first thing Draco noticed when he stepped into Professor McGonagall’s office was two new portraits that hung on the wall. The painted eyes of Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape bore down on him. He suddenly became consumed by the urge to avert his eyes, to not dare look Dumbledore in the eyes just like he had that night almost a year ago.

“Tea?”

Draco turned back to McGonagall to see her using her index finger to wordlessly command a teapot to pour freshly brewed tea into some teacups. He nodded at her after he considered the cold that had seeped into his bones while wandering the halls, leaving him shivering.

Slowly, dipping his head to avoid feeling the stare of the former Headmasters Draco slipped into the chair opposite Professor McGonagall, quietly muttering a ‘thank you’ when she placed a warm cup of tea in front of him. He sighed in contentment as he wrapped his stiff fingers round the porcelain, allowing the warmth to blossom under his fingertips.

“I heard you got into a fight with Mr Finnigan upon your arrival.”

Well, she wasted no time getting to the point. Draco could admire that at least.

“I didn’t start it, Professor! He-”

Draco halted at the raise of a finger, a gesture he knew meant McGonagall did not want him to continue.

“Why are you here, Mr Malfoy? Why did you come back?” She asked quietly.

Draco blinked in confusion, “Because you invited me?”

Professor McGonagall shook her head gently, “No. What inspired you to accept my invitation?”

Suddenly, Draco knew what she meant. She wanted him to think about his mother, about his future. She wanted him to think about getting his qualifications so he can still have a good life despite everything he has done.

“Um…” Draco started.

“You don’t have to tell me, just think about it to yourself.”

So he did. He pictured his mother’s face when she brought in the letter, how her face lit up more than he had seen it in a year. He thought about how she cried when she thought Draco wasn’t around; silent, dignified tears that slowly ran down her sunken cheeks as she walked through the manor; trying to savour the place she had raised her son before it was snatched away from her. He thought about passing his N.E.W.Ts and getting a good job where he could save up enough money to house and keep his family safe.

“Now think about what would happen if I decided to expel you right now for trying to curse another student.” McGonagall’s voice cut in, harshly halting his imagination.

Draco could feel the anger and shame begin to climb through his system as he imagined coming home to his parents, having failed yet again. He couldn’t stop the images of his mother’s disappointed gaze or his father’s anger from invading his mind.

“If you’re going to expel me can you just get on with it?” Draco shot at the Professor angrily, wishing he had never gone to all the trouble of coming back.

For a moment all that could be heard was Draco’s quickening breath as frustration flared under his skin, before Professor McGonagall spoke again.

“I’m not expelling you, Mr Malfoy.”

Draco’s eyes shot from the tea that was slowly cooling in his hand to the Professor, looking at her in shock.

“What?”

“I wasn’t expecting any of this to be easy,” She began, “Of course, I hadn’t anticipated a fight in the dormitory on the first night.”

Draco felt his cheeks colour slightly, it all felt so silly now.

“But Draco, I sent you that invitation because I feel that every child who suffered because of the war deserves a chance to take back control of their lives. We all suffered because of Voldemort.”

Draco winced at the sound of his name. He knew he was dead, and most of the Death Eaters were in Azkaban, but he couldn’t seem to shake the fear that his name still carried. He thought if he said it, Voldemort would come back and take revenge on his family for running away. For being cowards and for failing him. He suddenly got the urge to hold his mother in his arms and not let go.

“But don’t make me regret giving you this second chance, dear boy. Because you may not get another one.”

Professor McGonagall always had this way of being both stern and kind at the same time, Draco thought. She was encouraging him to do well but the warning was there, smouldering underneath. He only had one shot at becoming something other than the hated ex-death eater, and she knew that just as much as he did.

“Now, get to bed. There will be no special treatment if you wake up late for your lessons tomorrow.”

Draco didn’t reply, instead he silently stood, leaving his untouched tea and making his way out the office. Before he left though, he stopped at the door frame and turned back to the Professor. He glanced up at the two portraits above her head, and if he didn’t know better he could have sworn Professor Snape’s lips jolted quickly upwards before settling back into a straight line.

“Professor?” Draco met McGonagall’s eyes once again, “Thank you.”

Then he left the room, back into the pitch black hallways.

McGonagall’s words played over in his head as Draco made his way back to the dorms,

“You may not get another one.”

He had known this year was going to be difficult as soon as he accepted his place, he knew people would react the way Finnigan did. It was stupid of him to lose control and almost get himself expelled on the first day.

He was sure Finnigan wasn't the only one who had something to say to him, so he was going to have to learn how to keep his anger at bay. And quickly.

This time when Draco approached the doors to the common room, there was silence on the other side. It was late enough that he was sure everyone would have long gone to bed; at least he hoped so.

Gently, he pushed the doors open and glanced inside. The fireplace was still burning but as Draco had suspected the room was empty. Letting out a small sigh of relief he stepped fully into the room. But just as he began to calm, he was startled to notice a figure sat on the sofa facing the fireplace, and they seemed to be looking back at him.

As the fire flickered, their features became visible, and Draco’s heart sank as he looked at the face he had hoped he could avoid at all costs. He saw Harry Potter looking back at him.

Draco felt a defensive rush run through his bloodstream and he immediately itched to reach for his wand, but then he took in the man and he felt maybe his wand wasn't so necessary at that moment. Potter had his feet up on the sofa with his knees pulled up to his chest, obstructing the bottom half of his face. He looked… small. His hair had grown and it now sat atop his brow bone casting shadows across his eyes that danced in the firelight, but his intense stare was still there, looking directly at Draco. Draco chose to ignore the urge to pull down his left sleeve, just to make sure it was down.

He expected Potter to say something, maybe shout at him. Insult him. Tell him to go home because he doesn’t belong at that school anymore. Berate him for all those years of relentless bullying and singing with his enemy. Maybe even kill him. Draco couldn't say he’d be surprised if he did. He might even welcome it. But he didn’t say anything. And neither did Draco.

Had it been 3 years prior, Draco stumbling upon Harry in an empty common room in the middle of the night would have inevitably caused a fight. Draco would have asked him if he was afraid of the dark or something, and Harry would have shot back something that wasn’t particularly witty but he definitely always knew how to push Draco’s buttons. But now, they just kind of stared, for a moment.

Over the last four months, Draco had come up with a million and one things he would like to say to Harry Potter if he ever saw him again. But now that he was looking at the saviour of the wizarding world in the dead of night with only the sound of the fire cracking in the room, not a single one came to mind.

Draco couldn’t take the silence anymore, and broke their gaze. Without looking back he quickly navigated his way through the dark dormitory until he found his bed, and his thundering heart eventually settled as no one else stirred.

And he tried not to think too hard about the fact that the only other empty bed in the room was right beside his.

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moonlight-modoki · 5 years

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Model AU

For the record, I’d like to say that this AU has consumed my mind and all my spare time these past few weeks. Introducing another collab I did with the incredibly, brilliantly, and amazingly talented @tired-luxis! Special mention to @limonium-anemos who kept fueling my self-confidence as I sketched 💕

This AU initially began because I saw this adorable video and started thinking... if each of the members from @zombu7‘s DHAU were children, which outfit would they wear? What would they be like? That idea then gradually snowballed into what this AU is now. So essentially, when an AU inspires an entirely different AU... this is the result╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Harry

Clothing style:

playful, youthful sort of clothing choices

bright, pretty colours

loose, slightly oversized clothing for comfort

innocent child, soft child

Background:

was practically 'born' to enter the modeling industry

father's side: comes from a long line of politicians that have historically been highly influential and powerful figures

mother’s side: more involved in the modeling and fashion industry- since Harry's father is a socialite from generations of politics, his mother was considered 'below' them

his family is close friends with Albus Dumbledore (who is a household name in the fashion business)- Dumbledore is known as the man who revolutionized the modern modeling agency hierarchical system, and now holds major shares in one of the largest modeling agencies, Hogwarts

Dumbledore has kept a close eye on Harry since the beginning, as Harry has immense potential to command the love of the masses (after all, whether Harry be a model or a politician, he's got the charm, looks, and character to enrapture them all)

Severus

Clothing style:

prefers muted colours, darker tones

cool colours as well as the occasional warm shades used to accentuate his “mature” look

serious expression, but cares very fiercely on the inside

very calm, quiet, stoic child

Background:

from an abusive household- father was drunkard, mother often took Tobias's abuse to spare her son from his heavy hand

things escalate one day with Tobias accidentally killing Severus's mother by hitting her over the head with a wine bottle- Tobias was arrested, and Severus was taken to social services

Severus was adopted by a really cool lady- she’s a socialite-turned-prolific activist for victims of domestic abuse, and was the one who first encouraged Severus to give a shot at modeling

is open about his past, not ashamed of being a survivor, and is the official child rep of several non-profit organizations for helping victims of domestic abuse

was childhood friends with Cedric back when he lived with his abusive father, while Tom was Severus's first friend in the modeling industry (met through Severus's adopted mother's connections) where Tom then takes Severus under his metaphorical wing

Cedric

Clothing style:

sporty, kind sunshine child

all for athletic and/or streetwear

lots and lots of very bright, vibrant, cheerful colours mixed together in one outfit

wild but also mellow sort of energy to him, making him very pleasant to be around

Background:

from a middle-class background, a surprise when entering the modeling scene

father is a mid-level government official, and mother is a teacher- has always enjoyed playing soccer with his father, leading him to join any of the teams he can in the local community

was scouted while playing at a football game when he was 10- he rose through the ranks thanks to his lithe form and adorable shyness

fantastic with PR- is an endearingly earnest and sincere child that everyone coos over

first friend was Severus (childhood buddies), and he later forms a friendship with Harry because they worked together on an Abercrombie campaign

Tom

Clothing style:

reserved, mini-adult like fashion sense

office wear, casual business outfits, and anything in between

versatile in his fashion sense, is one of the most sought-after child models for his professionalism, wide range of expressions, and skill

very talented as a model- sometimes people forget that he's only a child

Background:

illegitimate child of a socialite

father was Tom Riddle Sr., a good-for-nothing partying son of a high-ranking modeling agency CEO in France, who accidentally impregnated Tom's mother at a drunken, wild bar party

mother was a homeless waitress, and she died in childbirth- but! No one knows about Tom's origins except for the Riddle family, and they've been keeping it secret (in fact, after Sr.'s parents found out about the child, they had Sr. take Tom in)

Sr. is rarely at home- and when he is, he doesn't acknowledge his son at all

Tom's grandparents, though, are quite doting towards this adorable, well-behaved grandson, since Tom is everything Sr. was not- responsible, intelligent, studious, and witty

Tom started his modeling career in France under his grandparents' modeling agency, so when the agency expanded into Britain he switched to that branch of the company (is now famous throughout all of Britain and France)

Draco

Clothing style:

posh, elegant, upper class look by adding unique twists to traditional outfits

mini aristocrat in the making, only models the most expensive brands to exist

prefers muted colours with just a dash of bright colour to bring flair

to be fair, can make any outfit look refined

Background:

has incredibly wealthy parents, and has been spoiled somewhat (a lot) by his parents

father’s side: has ties to just about every high-ranking politician there is

mother’s side: is distant relative of British and Luxembourg monarchies, and she's also a successful former supermodel in her own right

father came from a fairly elitist background, and Draco's only learning to be less prejudiced about class lines thanks to his friendship with Harry (who doesn't take any of that nonsense)

met Tom before he met the rest of the model group since Lucius was good friends with Tom's father- Draco is one of the few who know about Tom's illegitimate origins aside from Harry

once he's decided that you're enjoyable to be around, he's quite the loyal friend

#harry potter #tom marvolo riddle #draco malfoy #cedric diggory #severus snape #model au #my au #my art #gosh i love clothing for children it's all so? cute???#luxis my moonbeam i love and admire you so much how were you able to make such a detailed au from the pointers i gave you?!#also i changed a few things i hope you like it!!!

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onlyinraresouls-blog · 4 years

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LGBTQ & the Wizarding World

Put under a cut cause I’m just rambling and it’s a little long.

Disclaimer: This is about in character/in world LGTBQ+ opinions within the Wizarding World/Harry Potter franchise, not about Rowling's personal feelings on the topic(s) in the real world. Somehow, it came up for me a few years ago that I was curious about what the wizarding world thought about same-sex couples and things of that nature. It doesn’t take a hard Google to find her replying to someone on Twitter, saying wizards don’t concern themselves with someone’s sexual orientation, it’s all about magic for them, it’s only muggles (and therefor possibly implied, muggleborns) that care

It also brings up a Pottercast interview, where she has the following exchange:

MA: We wanna talk about Dumbledore so bad. We know that you've created worldwide intrigue when you said that he is gay. But I wanted to ask you about homosexuality in the Wizarding World in general. Is it a taboo?

JKR: Now, that's something I never thought of. I would think that that would be-- it would be exactly what it is in the Muggle World. But the greatest taboo in the Wizarding World is, well, for some wizards... I mean if we're talking about prejudiced people within the Wizarding World, what they care most about is your blood status. So I think you could be, um, gay, pure-blood, and totally without any kind of criticism from the Lucius Malfoys of the world. I don't think that would be something that would interest him in the slightest. But, you know, I can't answer for all witches and wizards because I think in matters of the heart, it would be directly parallel to our world.

She doesn’t elaborate any more on what she means by “exactly what it is in the Muggle world, whether she means that the muggle world influences it (so as it becomes more accepted in the muggle world, it’s more accepted in the wizarding world), or if she just means there are some people that support it, and some people who hate it. It feels like more the latter, especially as she gives Lucius as an example of not caring.

I do, however, feel like this isn’t portrayed well in any bit of official Potter storytelling. I think Lucius Malfoy would absolutely care, but for a different reason than a muggle might. Mostly muggles (I.E regular humans) see it as a sin/against their religious beliefs, or just unnatural... while some people defend the idea of it being “unnatural” by saying a same-sex couple can’t create, I think it’s that defence that would actually be the bigger issue in the wizarding world; a lot of pureblood families, such as the Malfoys, want a big, pure lineage. You know what a gay pureblood wouldn’t be able to provide? An heir. So in a way, do I think Lucius would care if Harry (being a half-blood) or someone he doesn’t care about being in a same-sex relationship? No. But if Draco, or Bellatrix, or Regulus was gay/in a same-sex relationship? Yes, I feel like he’d have a negative opinion, unless/until he was informed of a way that they’d still produce a pureblood heir (we, of course, don’t know whether or not artificial insemination or things of that sort are available in the wizarding world.)

So some purebloods would probably care if it affected their lineage/may judge other families if it affected their lineage -- I don’t imagine the Weasleys, despite being pureblood and a family in the Sacred 28, would care if any of their children were in a same-sex relationship. But say the Weasley’s only had one child, or even just using Bill as an example... say their proper heir was in a same-sex relationship. Then yes, I could see people like Lucius turning their nose up at the fact it would put a damper on their bloodline, just like if they ended up with someone who was half-blood or (le-gasp) muggle-born.

Not every pureblood family is obsessed with purity and lineage, which I already gave an example of with the Weasleys. So where does that leave the rest of the majority of the wizarding population?

Muggleborns are pretty simple. You can take her statement of “exactly what it is in the muggle world” a bit more literally. It would be influenced by the world they grew up in. A muggleborn who went to school with Albus Dumbledore would be far less likely to be accepting of his homosexuality, than a muggleborn who went to school with Albus Potter, going on the hypothetical that Albus Potter would be less than heterosexual, of course. But of course, that doesn’t mean every Muggleborn is homophobic. It varies from family to family, be it 200 years ago, or today. It would be a mix of their family, their environment, yes the times, and also their own personal opinion. All they have to go on at that point is the muggle world.

As for the half-bloods, and the purebloods who don’t take importance in blood status, I assume the second bit of what I said about Muggleborns could be said for them -- it just varies from family to family. As far as we know, there isn’t really “religion” to get in the way, but there is still the idea of it just being “unnatural”, though I think half-bloods would be more likely to have a higher population of homophobes, in comparison to purebloods - they still have muggle family members, who could cause them to have negative feelings about people who aren’t heterosexual, but again, like muggleborns, it depends on a whole lot more than just being muggle or even the time.

I appreciate the idea of Jo wanting to create a world where homophobia isn’t a big thing. but it is a bit too simplistic, and too one-note, which is why my explanation took longer. I do not take into account the lack of same-sex couples in Potter, as the books were published for children, starting in the 90s, ending in the early 2000s... even now, having LGBTQ+ characters isn’t always exactly encouraged and can be met with backlash, so back then, even if she wanted to (if she’s said anything about ever having any plans of having an LGBTQ+ character besides Dumbledore, I haven’t seen it), I wouldn’t be surprised if her editor or the publishing company shut it down; that part is pure speculation. She may have had no interest in another character, and just didn’t have the inspiration or find it relevant.

I don’t particularly dismiss Dumbledore being gay not said in the books as meaning it was an “afterthought” or a “way to be inclusive.” I accept the idea that it’s possible, but given who Dumbledore’s character was, I find it to be perfectly valid that it just didn’t come up. Had she said Harry was canonically bi the entire time, then I’d think it was an afterthought or a way to be inclusive, because apart from acknowledging a few male characters as attractive/good looking/handsome (something you can very much do with the same -sex and still be straight), we see no signs of him having any interest in the same sex, and he’s our protagonist, our eyes and ears, for 7 books, over 7 years of Harry’s life.

Other people within the LGBTQ+ world, beyond just same-sex couples (trans, nonbinary, ace/arom/etc), is an entirely different conversation that I can only give headcanons and speculation on, because to my knowledge, she’s never made any public statement about them existing, or the wizarding world’s opinion on them. I can make assumptions that I believe would make sense, but that would be another long rant. Maybe I’ll save that for another day.

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