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Pansy: What kind of girls do you like?
Draco: uh, my girlfriend Y/n.
Pansy: You, what kind of girls do you like?
Harry: Draco's girlfriend.
Draco: *dead stare*
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floswife · 1 year
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𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦-𝗛𝗝𝗣 𝗫 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗢𝗖
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Warnings: Fluff, Gaslighting, James possessing Harry
Pairing: Harry James Potter X Ravenclaw!OC
Author’s Note: Idk I just wrote this for me so it’s not really plot heavy, it’s set in fifth year but there’s not any mention of the DA or Umbitch
Summary: Juliette Rosewood, a Muggleborn Ravenclaw witch. She had never thought she’d me destined for much trouble, that was until a certain raven haired Gryffinfor decided to take a liking to her.
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It was another day at Hogwarts and Juliette was late to Potions. Again.
But was it really her fault that the damned stairs moved randomly? She braced herself for a scolding, it was fifth year and her O.W.L.S were just around the corner, that and the fact that she wasn’t a Slytherin would surely lead to Snape ripping into her. A sure equation to a sizeable amount of points to be docked from her house.
She entered the classroom with her long dark curls flowing behind her in a frenzy, she frantically looked around the class for a free seat and saw that there was only one left next to Hogwarts’ resident celebrity/troublemaker, Harry Potter.
As Snape’s back was turned she crept to the seat, Harry giving her an amused look.
Snape turned around and his eyes immediately zeroed in on her, “Miss Rosewood, did you arrive just now?”
Juliette shrugged, “I was here this whole time sir. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Harry stifled a laugh behind his palm.
Snaps narrowed his eyes, “You were late.”
Juliette feigned a look of offence, “That is a vile accusation sir.”
Snape visibly angered, “Alright, what is it that I was just talking about right now?”
“Draught of living death.” Harry murmured to her in a voice so low it was only audible to her from behind his palm.
“Draught of living death, sir.” She said with a sickly sweet smile before giving Harry a thankful look.
The rest of the class watched in amusement as Snape visibly questioned his sanity.
He turned to Harry who gave his best innocent look that almost made Juliette burst out in laughter, “Potter, tell me, was Miss Rosewood here this whole time?”
Harry nodded, “Yes she was sir, you should get Madam Pomfrey to check your memory.”
The whole class stifled a laugh as Snape turned red, “That won’t be needed. Everyone turn to page 177, I want a bottle of the draught of living death made by you and your seat partner on my desk by the end of this lesson or else detentions will be given.”
The whole class groaned and got the ingredients needed for the potion.
Juliette turned to Harry, “Thank you for that, by the way, you didn’t need to do that.”
Harry shrugged, “Anything to pull one over Snape, right?”
Juliette laughed in agreement, “seriously, I owe you one.” Harry smiled at her and the two spent the rest of the lesson laughing and teasing each other, talking about meaningless things and just enjoying each other’s company, surprisingly they even managed to get a decent draught of living death on Snape’s desk and didn’t get detention.
Oh how she’d regret those words.
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Juliette was proud to have been named prefect of her house, both her parents were muggles and many didn’t expect much of her. However, when she received the letter and the shiny blue pin, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of fulfilment.
Now, as she did her nighttime patrols, she no longer felt that fulfilment but only an overwhelming sense of tiredness and boredom. Seriously, shouldn’t this be considered as child labour? Dumbledore ought to hire some more damned teachers.
The dulled haze she fell into as she trudged along the hallway, her wand alight making the portraits shout some rather rude things at her, fell once she heard hurried footsteps along the corridor she was in.
She laughed to herself at the poor soul running down this corridor, knowing it was a dead end.
She then saw a familiar head of raven hair and bright green eyes and round glasses and she forced herself to suppress a groan of frustration.
Does this boy ever have a normal day at Hogwarts?
Harry looked relieved to see her and stopped by her as she looked at him with wide eye, his cheeks were slightly flushed from the running as she looked up at him with an incredulous look on her face.
“Do you ever just… follow the rules?” She hissed at him, not even wanting to ask who he was running away from.
Harry feigned a look of deep though before nonchalantly shrugging, “No, I don’t think i do.”
She just rolled her eyes and she grew even more annoyed when she heard distance footsteps clattering after him and a distant, “Potter!”
Harry’s eyes widened and she gave him a deadpan stare, her eyes sleepy, “who was that and what did you do?”
He took in a sharp breath, “That would be some Slytherin prefect looking for an excuse to put me in detention, and as for what I did…” he trailed off before flashing a charming grin that affected her more than she would care to admit, “that’s on a need to know basis.”
Juliette pinched the bridge of her nose, evidently too tired to be dealing with this.
As the footsteps drew closer he visibly grew more panicked before turning to her, “you said you owe me right?”
Her brows knit together in confusion and before she could even open her mouth to speak, his arms had wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against his body, his lips pressing against hers.
She gasped in surprise and kissed him back nonetheless, one hand cupped his jaw while the other loved to run through his messy raven locks.
The footsteps drew closer and then drew to a halt right before them, a gasp could be heard and then a rushed, “sorry.” Was muttered before the person ran off again.
It was then that Juliette pulled away from Harry, though still stayed in his arms, not quite ready to leave his warmth yet.
She knew that her face was probably bright red at that moment, feeling the hot blood pound in her ears. Harry had a dazed look on his face and a goofy grin spread across it.
Juliette smiled softly at him before realising that he had only kissed her to avoid detention, so she stepped out of his grasp.
Harry frowned slightly, his arms feeling empty without her.
“So, this makes us even now?” She gave him a small polite smile.
He blinked a few times, mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out, “Um yes of course! Brilliant.”
She hummed before giving him a pointed look, “now go straight back to your dorm before you kiss some other unsuspecting prefect.”
He blushed, giving her a bashful look, “I would never dream of it, only you get the privilege.”
Her heart sped up slightly at the words, “Goodnight then, you flirt.”
He chuckled, “Goodnight darling.”
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badasgirlfriend · 8 months
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DARK SLYTHERIN HARRY X READER OR OC IDC WHEN???? WHERE HES FRIEND W DRACO TOO
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myouiminn · 7 months
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Shared Magic
Tom Felton x Reader
Notes: don't repost without my permission!
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Amidst the bustling world of Harry Potter filming, a captivating tale unfolds in the shadows of Hogwarts. Tom Felton and Y/n Russel, as they step away from the set, find themselves drawn to the tranquil corners of the studio grounds during a rare break.
As the sun sinks below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, they settle into a quiet enclave, a place where their camaraderie flourishes.
Tom's fingers twirl a discarded toy wand as he laughs, his eyes crinkling with mischief. "Remember the first time I held a wand? I was as lost as a Niffler in a jewelry store."
Y/n's laughter rings out, a harmonious melody in the evening air. "Oh, absolutely. I was trying so hard to exude confidence, yet I struggled to articulate even the simplest spells."
Tom playfully mimics a professor's voice, reenacting a moment lost in time. "Wingardium Levio-sa, not Levio-saaa!" Their laughter intertwines, reminiscent of shared secrets and countless hours together.
As the sun makes its final descent beyond the studio's boundaries, they delve into the chapters of their post-Potter journeys. Tom's eyes light up as he shares his excitement for exploring an array of roles, each distinct from Draco Malfoy.
Y/n, with animated gestures, unveils her fervor for behind-the-scenes work, unveiling amusing anecdotes of camaraderie among cast members.
"Can you believe how many years have slipped by since our journey began?" Tom muses, his gaze fixed on the horizon's warm embrace.
Y/n nods, a nostalgic smile curving her lips. "It's astounding how the enchantment of this magical world persists, captivating new generations regardless of the passage of time. Harry Potter is forever woven into the fabric of who we are."
In the heart of their twilight rendezvous, their discourse evolves from professional camaraderie to an intimate exchange.
Tom reveals his dreams and aspirations, his vulnerability painting a poignant portrait. Y/n, in turn, peels back layers, sharing her passion for diverse creative pursuits beyond the silver screen.
As the studio's lights compete with the emerging stars, Tom and Y/n part ways with an embrace that lingers. Their friendship, nurtured over the years spent side by side, mirrors the unyielding strength of the Hogwarts walls.
Through the ebb and flow of divergent paths, these moments remain as treasured artifacts, a testament to the enchantment they've conjured together — a world where magic transcends the silver screen, resonating within their shared journey.
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trashmoutth · 2 months
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When I see you again (Fred Weasley x Reader)
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PART 1. 2.
female!reader, Gryffindor!reader
Summary: It takes place during the Second Wizarding War, months after Bill and Fleur's wedding. Reader is on the run after her family has been caught by the Snatchers. Loosely following cannon.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader (mentioned)
Characters: Dean Thomas, Fred Weasley (mentioned),George Weasley (mentioned), Ted Tonks (mentioned)
Warnings: war, mentions of death, angst, english is not my first language so there might be grammatical mistakes, capital letters, etc.
It was the break of dawn. You did not dare to travel during the day in case any Snatchers might be creeping around. However, travelling at night seemed even more terrifying considering that’s when dementors, inferi and other dark creatures were most active. You were on your own for months, travelling from place to place, never staying anywhere more than just a few days. You did not think it was wise to come back to the Godric’s Hollow, and all the safe houses provided by the Order seemed to be heavily protected by charms and spells, so you could not find any of them. You spent most of your time travelling through the countryside. Camping in the woods or hiding in abandoned muggle houses. The latter was a lot riskier since the streets were often infested with dementors. Muggles didn’t know what was going on since they couldn’t see them, but the terror they felt by their presence was enough to chase most of them away from their homes.
You were intentionally avoiding all magical places you could think of. You knew there was no place you could go to be completely safe, but there was no way you would not run into a Death Eater in the middle of the Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. You didn’t even dare to try to go back to the Burrow. To be honest, you feared what you might find there if you did.
Your hiding tactic was going quite well, in fact, you had gotten quite skilled at protective spells and charms and were even getting better at transfiguring objects into something edible. However, being cut off from the rest of the wizarding world had its downgrades. There was no way for you to hear any news of your friends and family. You occasionally turned on this muggle invention called television, but since muggles weren’t really aware of what was actually going on, they weren’t broadcasting much useful information. A part of you was glad, at least you heard no familiar names amongst the ones of missing muggles. But sitting there, completely cut off from everything and everyone, was getting more and more exhausting, and quite frankly, you believed it would be a lot less terrifying to actually get caught by a Snatcher.  
After careful consideration, you decided to go back to your family’s vacation home. The last time you were there, the village was crawling with trolls and acromantulas, but that was months ago! Surely, it must have been cleared out by now! And if not… well you would cross that bridge when you get to it.
So, at the break of dawn, you gathered all of your most valuable things, your wand, a cloak and a couple of tin cans you found in one of the houses you were hiding in, and disapparated.
Two seconds later you felt yourself landing face down onto something sharp and cold. A painful groan escaped your lips as you felt your nose had just been hit by something that felt like a brick. You then realised you didn’t land face down, but instead, bumped right into a tall stone wall you assumed used to be a part of someone’s home. You lifted your wand and quietly whispered:
“Episkey!”
The pain stopped almost instantly only to be replaced by a shocking realisation the moment you turned around to see where you were.
You were exactly in the place you wanted to be, only the place looked nothing like it was supposed to. You were thankful for the absence of trolls and acromantulas, but the reason for their absence was that there was absolutely nothing around that they could possibly prey upon. There were no people, no roads, houses or plants… it was a wasteland. As you turned around trying to find any shape of something that used to be your old vacation home, a terrifying thought had crossed your mind. A thought you were trying so hard to push away for months.
Where… are they?
Tears began to fill your eyes and before you could stop you let out a desperate, heart aching sob. It felt like a punch to the gut. Your legs were no longer listening to you, and you collapsed to the ground.
“Please… please…! Where are they? Someone… anyone…?” you sobbed.
A part of you hoped that someone or something would show up and help you. A Patronus, a house elf, a bird…  at this point you would even greet a troll with open arms
But no one was coming to save you. There you were, all by yourself, in the middle of the rubble that used to be your family’s backyard. During the months of running and hiding you had not once felt as alone and hopeless as you did in that moment. You crumbled completely, thinking of all the people that meant anything to you. You parents, younger cousins still being forced to attend Hogwarts, friends you last saw during Bill and Fleur Weasley’s wedding. Oh, what you would give for just one familiar face showing up, picking you up the ground and embracing you, telling you everything was going to be okay. Telling you all of them were alive and well. That your parents escaped the Snatchers’ grip and were somewhere in a safe location. That your cousins were able to escape this now dreadful place that used to bring you so much joy during your school years. That your friends were somewhere out there, searching for you and wishing you were with them. But no one was coming, and by the looks of it, no one was going to.
You considered just staying there, in the middle of a wasteland. Crying yourself to sleep and hoping to die before you must wake to this dreadful reality.
However, after the tears have dried out, you managed to pluck up all the remaining strength and bravery that was left in your malnourished, sleep deprived body, and somehow, stand back up on your trembling feet. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to take a step forward. Then another one. By the third one you were on the verge of collapsing yet again, but then, something unexplainable happened. You blinked in confusion.
You realised you no longer knew where you were. You knew you were travelling somewhere, that there was a reason for you to be standing here, in the middle of nowhere, but you couldn’t for the life of you remember what it was. You looked around, hoping to gain some clarity, but it was useless. It was as if someone had just gone inside your head and altered your memories. A surge of panic went through your body. You turned back around and returned to the place you were standing two seconds ago. And then you remembered. You remembered everything you knew a moment ago. This was your vacation home. You came here to find someone. Anyone. How could you possibly forget that?
You took two steps forward again, and your mind went blank. Once again, you blinked in confusion and frustration.
What is happening?
You took two steps back again and remembered.
Two steps forward, forgot.
Two steps backward, remembered.  
Through the cloud of bewildering uncertainty caused by this development, another thought hit you like a train wreck. A thought that caused you to feel a spark of something you hadn’t felt in a really long time. A spark of something you never thought you’d feel again. Hope.
A shocked giggle escaped your lips.
It was a spell!
A cloaking spell! Someone was hiding right there in front of you, in your own house! That’s why you couldn’t remember anything when you walked forward. Someone was there, perhaps watching you at this very moment. Someone who didn’t want to be found. Which could only mean…
“Mum?”, you called out.
“Dad?”
No one answered.
“Please, if anyone’s there, it’s me, Y/N! Your cloaking spell is very strong, I can’t see anything!”
You waited patiently for someone to answer, but no one did. You thought to yourself that perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea to be standing here screaming. What if it wasn’t one of your own? What if it was a trap? But you pushed those thoughts away. You were way too tired and desperate to be questioning this miracle that has presented itself.
So what if it was a trap? Nothing can be worse than this uncertainty! You sat down in the rubble and stared at the seemingly blank space in front of you, your eyes scanning every detail of it in hopes of seeing someone appear.
“Maybe they didn’t hear me?”, you thought to yourself.
But before you could do or say anything else, a muffled, but somehow familiar voice yells out something in your direction. You tried to stand up, but before you could do that, the same voice exclaimed,
“Petrificus Totalus!”
Your entire body stiffened up. You couldn’t move. Your eyes widened in terror as you heard footsteps approaching. Then, a figure appeared in front of you. You could see his face clearly.
It was the last person you expected to see there, and yet, despite the fact he had just petrified you, you were never so happy to see anyone in your entire life.
It was Dean Thomas.
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Dean was just being careful; you couldn’t blame him for that. However, lying there petrified, without the ability to speak, was getting really frustrating. You thanked your lucky stars that it was a classmate and not a Death Eater standing in front of you, because now that you’ve thought of it, that could’ve easily been the case. You should’ve been more careful.
Dean circled around you like a vulture, his wand still up and pointed at you. He examined your face, the clothes you were wearing and your wand. He took the little bag you were carrying and emptied it. When he realised there was nothing in it except two portions of canned beans, he finally sighed in relief and whispered,
“Finite Incantatem!”
Your body relaxed.
“Dean!”
Your mouth was dry and the words that came out of it sounded like a squeak, but you did not let that bother you. Not in this moment.
“Dean, it’s so good to see you…”
“Not so fast!”, he whispered and pointed his wand back at you, “First tell me who you are!”
“You don’t know who I am?”, you asked in confusion.
That was highly unlikely. Dean and you weren’t exactly the closest of friends, but you did know each other. You spent five years in the same common room, often chatting about muggle movies and music, not the mention all the times you spent helping him and Seamus Finnigan with their homework. Two years ago, you even attended the same secret club at Hogwarts called Dumbledore’s Army.
“No, I know who you are”, he said heavily, “I just want to see if you know it”.
You blinked.
He wants to be sure it’s not a trick.
“Oh… okay…”, you started, “My name is Y/N Y/LN. I was in the Gryffindor house at Hogwarts, two years above you. I… I used to watch you argue with Oliver Wood about soccer! Yes, you were saying it’s a more exciting sport than Quidditch… until he accidentally knocked over a candle and almost burnt down the entire Gryffindor tower”.
The memory of that made you chuckle. It felt like centuries ago! Even the corners of Dean’s lips flickered like he was holding back a smile.
“Yeah… do you remember what happened next?”, he asked, still not entirely convinced.  
“Yes… McGonagall rushed in and put out the fire… nobody wanted to tell her who did it and Fred and George blamed it on Peeves…”.
You cleared your throat. The mention of Fred and George Weasley felt like a stab in the heart. You rubbed your eyes before tears could come out, trying to make it seem like a nonchalant action, but Dean wasn’t fooled. However, this subtle burst of emotion at the mention of your two best friends seemed to convince him it was really you, and he finally lowered his wand.
He put his hand on your shoulder, and you threw yourself at him, pulling him into a hug. He was a bit startled by this action, but in the next moment he wrapped his arms around you and returned the embrace.
“Dean… what are you doing here?”, you asked after finally letting him go.
“I’m in hiding, of course”, he said.
“Yes… but what are you doing here?”, you pointed at the wasteland around you.
“Oh, right…”, he smiled apologetically and whispered, “The Unseen Village 32”.
For a moment you were standing there in confusion. Then, two very long seconds later, a large yellow building appeared right in front of you. Before you could stop yourself, you cried out in amazement. It was your family house, a bit rugged and damaged, but it was definitely still standing!
You were lost for words. Dean took you by the hand and led you through the front door. The inside of the house was almost completely preserved.
“It’s a Fidelius charm”, he explained, “I’m the secret keeper of this house, nobody can find it unless I tell them the location”.
“Fidelius?”, you raised your eyebrows, “Isn’t that like, really advanced magic?”
“Well, yes…”, he scratched the back of his head, looking almost embarrassed, “But I had some time to practice it. Ted Tonks taught me how to do it before he… you know”, a flicker of pain appeared in his eyes.
“Ted… Tonks? Nymphadora Tonks’ father?”.
You knew Nymphadora Tonks was a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Her family home was one of the safe houses the Order was using during the night Harry Potter was moved from Little Whinging.
Your home in the Godric’s Hollow was one of the safe locations as well. In fact, it was the house in which Arthur and Fred Weasley showed up. You could see their faces as clear as day. Arthur was bewildered, shaking, and rushing through your house, trying to get to the Potrkey as soon as possible. Fred was on the verge of tears.
 “What happened? What’s wrong?”, you kept asking.
The words that followed your question still haunted you to this very day,
“Someone’s been hit. We think it’s George”.
Dean’s voice pulled you back to the current moment.
“Anyway, this was the only house that was still standing after the acromantulas have cleared up… or so it seemed. You never know, there might be others out here, using protective spells and what not…”
“Right…”, you shook your head, trying to focus on his words, “Well, it’s a very powerful spell. Thank Merlin you came out, I would’ve driven myself insane trying to figure out why my mind is suddenly going blank”.
“Sorry for petrifying you, I had to be sure it wasn’t a trick”.
You nodded,
“I would’ve been offended if you hadn’t”, you said teasingly.
Dean chuckled.
“Well, I knew you were out there, they mentioned you the other day in the PotterWatch”.
You shook your head in confusion.
“In the what?”
Dean seemed just as confused as you.
“In the… PotterWatch. You have been listening to PotterWatch, right?”
“Dean, I have no idea what you’re talking about”, you said sincerely, “You’re the first person I’ve talked to since I ran away”.
“What… you’ve been on your own this entire time?”
“Yes”
“Well how did you… how did you make it?”, he was baffled.
You shrugged.
“Honestly… I don’t know. I’ve been avoiding crowded spaces and scavenging for food… I’ve gotten pretty good at protective charms as well”.
Dean looked almost impressed. You blushed.
“Blimey! That’s… I wouldn’t have lasted three days on my own”, he said.
“Aren’t you on your own now?”, you asked.
He smiled sadly.
“I was with Ted until recently…  Oh!”, he jumped up, startling you, “That reminds me!”
He looked around the room and rushed towards something that was sitting at the small coffee table next to the dusty red sofa on your right. It looked like a small, dirty box. He took the box in his hands and started tapping on it with his wand while mumbling something.
“Oh, I’m sure it was… Padfoot? No… Fawkes! No, hang on…”
After a few minutes of tapping and mumbling, he yelled out in excitement,
“Ah, there it is!”
You heard a couple of muffled voices coming from the box.
It’s a radio, you realised.
The voices were getting louder and clearer, until finally, you recognised who they belonged to.
“…to introduce our new correspondent, "Rodent"!
“I'm not being Rodent! I told you, I want to be "Rapier"!”
“Fred!”, you cried out and grabbed the radio from Dean’s hand.
You couldn’t believe it. It was Fred. And George! They were alive! They were fine! Oh, it felt so good to hear their voices! You felt a warm, excited feeling spreading through you, as if your heart finally started beating properly again.
“Oh alright, "Rapier"! Could you tell our listeners the various stories you've heard about the Chief Death Eater?”
“Yes I can. As our listeners will know, unless they've taken refuge at the bottom of a garden pond…”
This made you chuckle loudly, as tears were filling your eyes yet again. However, this time you didn’t try to stop them, and instead, you just let them silently slide down your cheeks.
“…You-Know-Who's strategy of remaining in the shadows is creating a nice climate of panic! Mind you, if all alleged sightings of him are genuine, there must be nineteen You-Know-Whos running around!”
You didn’t even pay attention to the words he was saying. They weren’t important. Who cares about You-Know-Who? Who cares about Death Eaters? Nothing was as important as the fact that you could hear Fred Weasley’s cheerful voice coming from this small, dusty box. You savoured every sound it made, clenching it firmly in your grip, like you were afraid the voice would disappear if you didn’t.
After a few minutes the broadcast had ended. You raised your eyes to meet Dean’s, almost as if you were silently begging him to bring the voice back. Dean was leaning on the doorway, clearly a bit uncomfortable, but wanting to let you have your moment with the radio. You felt a bit embarrassed. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke gently,
“This was from a few weeks ago… I actually wanted to show you another one…”
He carefully took the radio from your hands and started tapping on it again, mumbling words that you realised were passwords to access the radio line.
“Ah, yes… this one”, he handed you the radio again.
You sat down at the red sofa and placed the little box near your right ear with the nervous excitement.
“Well, dear listeners, we have a very special announcement today that might lift up your spirits”, you heard George’s voice say.
“It has certainly lifted ours!”, Fred continued.
“We are very happy to inform you that a group of our favourite “Undesirables” and muggleborns has just been rescued from the Ministry and is currently transferred to a safe location”.
“The freed are alive and well and mostly unharmed”.
“Mostly unharmed? What does that mean, mostly unharmed, Rodent?”.
“Well, “Tentacula” …”
“Tentacula!?”
“It means that all off them have managed to keep all of the limbs they had before they were captured!”
“So, if someone was missing a leg before…?
“They didn’t grow it back, but they did most likely keep the other one!”
“What are the names of the freed, Rodent?”
“I told you, it’s “Rapier”!”
“Sorry, Rapier!”
“Well…”
You were clinging onto the radio for dear life while listening to the names Fred was listing. Your heart was racing. You heard lots of familiar names, some of them were your friends, your acquaintances, people you’ve only met once, people you studied with at the library at Hogwarts…
“And of course, last but not least…”
You clenched your jaw in anticipation. When Fred said the names of your parents, a quiet sob escaped your lips.
They are fine! They are fine! They are alive and they are safe! Everything is alright!
Fred’s voice suddenly deepened in uncharacteristic seriousness.
“However, even though Mrs. and Mr. Y/LN are safe and sound, their daughter Y/N is still presumed to be missing”.
“What would you say to Y/N if you knew she was listening?”, George’s voice asked.
“I’d tell her that her family is alive and well and desperate for news of her whereabouts. As are quite frankly, all of us here at the PotterWatch”.
“Well, there you have it, dear listeners! On that note we are ending this very special episode of PotterWatch!”
“Protect yourselves”.
“And each other!”
“And as always…”
“Support Harry Potter!”
You were still holding onto the radio a few minutes after the episode ended. Dean didn’t say anything, and you were grateful for that. You were still savouring the words you just heard. Fred and George’s voices. The names of your friends that were confirmed to be freed from the Ministry. The names of your family. You didn’t even realise you were shaking until Dean gently put his hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him in a surprise, as if you had completely forgotten that he was still there. He smiled at you softly as you put your hand onto his and squeezed it. There was only one thought on your mind. You looked straight into Dean’s eyes in a sudden burst of determination and said, in a quiet but clear voice,
“Dean… We have to find them”.
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ohwowimlonley · 2 years
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Harry Potter nsfw alphabet
Warnings - sub!harry, dom!reader, humiliation, praise
Notes - gonna be doing these for every character on my character list! If there’s anyone you guys desperately wanna see then let me know through my ask box and I’ll put a rush on it!
Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Harry is very panicky after sex, he always worries he’s done something wrong even though he isn’t rough with you. He’d shush you, brush stray hairs away from your forehead, wrap you up in his arms and allow the both of you to calm down. After that, along with a few mumbled words of praise, he’d let you tell him what you needed help with. He’d follow your every word to the letter, anything he could do to help you out.
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)
On you? He absolutely adores your tits. It doesn’t matter the size or shape- he just loves to touch them. He’s so needy for them, all the time. Sometimes, he’d just lay there, head between your tits and bathing in your warmth. On him? He doesn’t really like to admit it but he loves his thighs. More specifically, he loves when you grind yourself on his thigh. He loves it when you use him for your own pleasure, telling him to tense and let go, bossing him around.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
Harry does what he’s told. Anywhere you let him cum is a privilege, so he doesn’t complain when he doesn’t get to cum where he wants. He does cum a lot though, ropes and ropes of milky white cum landing wherever you let him.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Harry really likes it when you play with his balls. It makes him really embarrassed so he never really asks for you to do it. When you discover this little kink and try it out, it’s safe to say he doesn’t last long.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Harry never really had a lot of time to have girlfriends or boyfriends, and when he did he was too awkward to do anything past heavy petting. So, he’s an amazing kisser but you’d have to teach him everything else (which is good, because he’s an amazing learner)
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
He takes whatever you’re willing to give him, but he does have a preference for you riding him. He doesn’t make you do any of the work; he holds you up by your hips and rabbits into you, watching with dazed eyes as your tits bounce in time.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
He does have an occasional giggly moment, yeah. It mostly happens when he gets his head stuck in his shirt or a leg of his glasses tangled in his hair. Other than that, though, he’s usually too absorbed in the feeling of you touching him to think about laughing.
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He doesn’t really do a whole lot of grooming, but he keeps himself tidy enough. There’s a mostly neat little patch of curly, dark hair just below his happy trail ending just before his length begins.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)
Harry is such a lil sap :( he loves to hold hands w you and tell you how much he loves you, mumbles it through tears when you’re riding him
J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)
Harry doesn’t touch himself unless you let him. It makes him really needy, sometimes, but it just makes him all the more sensitive when you decide to touch him.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
- Praise kink (obviously, he loves to know when he’s being a good boy for you and it makes him melt every time
- Oral fixation kink (stick a finger in his mouth while riding him and he’ll be putty in your hands I promise)
- Humiliation kink (I have this image in my head of having a needy little Harry begging for your attention at a party, face going all red when you make him rut into your hand in front of all his friends while you make fun of his leaking cock)
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Again, he does what he’s told. Sometimes, if he asks really nicely then you’ll let him fuck you over a desk in an empty classroom (though you’d tease him the whole time about how he’s such a slut for fucking you where anyone could see)
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Pretty much any time you touch him tbh. He’s a good boy about it, though, so most of the time he keeps himself in check in public and when you’re busy.
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Harry doesn’t like to hurt you. He doesn’t grip on you hard enough to leave bruises, doesn’t restrain your hands and he’d never slap you anywhere on your body. Small hickeys are okay, he thinks they look rather pretty sometimes but it’d never go further than that without talking about it a lot.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
While he does really really love to slip his tongue between your folds, he’s also a sucker for your mouth on him. The best solution for this would probably be for you to climb on top of him, wrap your lips around his tip and let him lean up and lick away all your juices.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He usually prefers to keep it slow and drive himself in deeper so he can feel all the sensations of your gummy walls clinging to him.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Harry actually quite likes a quickie every now and then. Not all the time, because he loves to spend as much time as possible with you, but he’ll take it in a pinch. It is quite exciting for him, fucking you as fast as he can before someone catches onto the fact you’re both late to Transfigurations and there are suspicious sounds coming from a small storage cupboard.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
He’s willing to do anything as long as you are, and as long as there’s no possible way of him hurting you.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
Harry never really lasts very long, on account of “you’re just so pretty and you feel so good around me,” but he’s willing to go as many rounds as you want him to, until he’s cumming dry for you.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t really like toys too much. If he knows he won’t see you for a while, he’ll ask very nicely if he can get himself a little fleshlight to use with your permission but other than that he’s perfectly content with no toys.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
Harry doesn’t dare tease you for fear of punishment. When he does, it isn’t on purpose, he’s just naturally beautiful and it’s not his fault he’s relentlessly pretty.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s not really very loud a lot, a few whimpers and whines here and there, but he’s mostly too dazed out of his mind to do anything other than stare up at you in awe.
W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)
Thinking about cockwarming w Harry. Him just needing the comfort hug of your tight walls around him and you bathing in his bashful compliments of “thank you baby, love you so much, feels so good,”
X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Harry’s not very big, maybe six and a half inches but he’s quite thick and knows just how to use it to his advantage.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Not a very high sex drive, so he doesn’t often initiate sex but sometimes you turn him on beyond belief and he’s forced to follow you around like a lost puppy dog, begging you to let him fuck you.
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)
He waits for you to sleep first, watching as you relax more and more as you fall into a deeper sleep. It’s only after he’s sure you’re safely asleep that he allows himself to submit into rest.
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Harry Potter Fanfic Idea #1
I had an idea for a Harry Potter AU the other day... and I want to share it with you. Imagine this: an AU where Voldemort isn't pure evil. An AU where he was good since the beginning but something changed him. A world where he had a son with Bellatrix (his name could be Haydran, in honor to the Hydra, which is a mythological snake), and later... for reasons, his son is "killed" and the memories of him disappear from his mind (and from the mind of Bellatrix too). Then Voldemort turns evil and he does bad things he did in the canon, until the fifth book.
When Voldemort possess Harry, the Horcrux in Harry reacts with the soul of Voldemort, making him remember his son for a fleeting moment. Although that doesn't change things at the beginning, Harry starts dreaming with a boy he doesn't know... and at some point he gets to talk to him and he discovers he (Haydran) is the son of Voldemort. Knowing that should have make Harry don't want to talk to him, but he feels a connection with Haydran... and eventually he falls in love with him.
On the other hand, Voldemort is so confused by the glimpse of that boy in his mind that he doesn't acts like his normal self. The Death Eaters are confused by that, but they don't try to talk to Voldemort because that would make them getting tortured by him. So they leave him alone, until one night, the feelings of Harry and Voldemort are so powerful that they share a dream.
(Harry wanted Haydran to talk to his father and Voldemort wanted to know who was that boy, so that's why they share a dream, don't think this fic is about Tomarry. It's not)
In the dream, Harry tells Voldemort about Haydran and all the conversations he had with his son (except that he fell in love with him) and Voldemort believes him. Then they decide to stop fighting... and together they try to find a way of bringing Haydran back.
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thethreeeyed-raven · 4 days
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⋆♱ H.P/MARAUDERS/F.B ♱⋆
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cyandreamsinwords · 6 months
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Cut and Run — Pt 1 (BoaWT AU)
Is it weird to have AU's of your own fanfic AU...possibly, but after seeing another create post their own for their fic, I decided it might be fun to do so myself.
None of this is cannon to Burning of a Withered Tree, obviously, but because I plan to put them through the ringer with the main fic and drag it out, I'm going to indulge in a happier story line for a bit. it's like a treat, just for me! (1.4K)
Link to the main fic here
Pt 2
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Sirius didn’t allow himself a moment to celebrate. Not when he felt the wind on his face for the first time in years, or experienced the vastness of the open forest he'd ran to around him. He could commiserate in all of that later. There wasn't time now.
It had been said in passing, the singular sentence that spurred him to action: “Perhaps your mother will do better with your daughter then she did you.”
Scoffed by one of the guards, the rare ones they allowed to walk the halls between the dementors, just to check to make sure everything was in order and in its place. He'd known Sirius from their mother's having been friends, though they themselves never getting on. He couldn't even recall his name, but he was positive it'd been something ridiculous. Stupid-name-forgettable-loser, having found his current predicament humorous, thought he'd rub a bit of salt in the wound.
"Perhaps your mother will do better with your daughter then she did you. Or maybe she'll screw her up too, who knows."
All he managed to do was force Sirius' hand. The visceral and instantaneous feeling of panic at the thought that Lyra was there, in that house, with his mother -- there was no choice, he had to get to her. Before any damage could be done, and she was forced to go through the years of pain he'd gone through.
He didn't remember much of how he got back to 12 Grimmauld Place, but somehow he'd managed to get there without being stopped or spotted.
It was just past one in the morning when he arrived. The street was empty, and all the lights in the place were off.
At some point he acquired a wand, and used it to get inside. He was silent, knowing that while he could fight his mother and Kreature off if need be, he wanted to make this as smooth as possible. In and out with Lyra before anyone was the wiser.
He checked his old room first. That's where his mother would no doubt put her. And sure enough, the signs of a small child were evident here. His once teenage bedroom had been converted into softer, frillier decor, but only enough to cover the immovable evidence of him (the large portraits of respectable ladies hung over his girls on motorcycle posters had been a clever touch).
But there was no little girl in the bed.
Sirius was confused. It was night, and she obviously did live here. So where was she?
Just as careful as when he entered, he scanned the house up and down. And no sign of his daughter. He nearly woke Kreature at one point, sleeping in his little nook, but was quick to sedate him.
She wasn't here. He looked up and down, becoming more and more desperate with every second, but there was no sign of her. Had the guard just said that to get a ruse out of him? Had his eyes been playing tricks on him upstairs?
It was nearly two now, and by this point, he knew his daughter wasn't in the house.
He let himself out the back this time, resisting the urge to slam the door shut. He cursed wildly in frustration for having come so far and still find nothing. He was losing precious time, time he needed to take his daughter and find somewhere safe to hide where the dementors couldn't find him.
Coming down off the back step, he tripped on something, landing in the grass with a thud.
And when he looked up, it was into big grey eyes just like his own.
For a good long minute, the two of them just sat there, staring at one another. Him in disbelief and her in shock and fear.
"...Lyra?"
The little girl, with long dark curls and wide eyes gave him no indication, but he hardly needed one. He knew his little girl. So different than when he'd left that night, now three years old, and so so different.
He began to stand and started to walk toward her. "Lyra!"
She scrambled back, frightened. His heart dropped, and try as he might, he couldn't stop the disappointment at her reaction. He understood it--a strange man still dressed in his jail rags showing up in the middle of the night, calling her by name--but it was just a reminder of the years he'd missed.
"Hey, it's okay," he soothed her, holding himself back from scooping her up into his arms and running for the hills. He lowered himself back down to his knees, to look smaller, less threatening. "I know you don't know me, but--"
"I know who you are."
A voice. When he last saw her, she hadn't been speaking yet, just babbling, learning from watching how to form words. She'd been just getting da-da down. Now she could speak real words, knew how to string sentences together.
"You do?" His heart was racing.
"You're my father." Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself.
"I am," he confirmed, feeling a tremble in his lip. "What are you doing out here Lyra? You should be inside in bed."
She eyed him suspiciously. "Grandmother said I had to learn a lesson, and I'm not allowed back in until I do."
Sirius had spent most of his life hating his mother, but in that moment he could go back in and strangle her in her as she slept. She'd been bad when he was growing up, but to lock a three year old outside, over night no less--it was unforgivable.
"Is that why you're here?" her voice shook. "Because I've been bad? Are you here to take me to where you went?"
"No," he whispered softly, shaking his head, not wanting to imagine Lyra there in that place. "No, you've been perfect, Lyra. I'm sure of it."
"Then why are you here? Grandmother says you were bad, that's why they took you and locked you away. Because you didn't listen."
Sirius snorted. "Well, have you met your grandmother? She's pretty bad herself. Wouldn't you agree?"
Lyra said nothing, just shyly wrapped her arms tighter around herself.
He held his arms out, ignoring the nervous shake in them. "Come here. You must be freezing."
There was some hesitation, a long terrifying moment that she simply eyed him up, like she thought he'd suddenly turn on her, before she began to inch closer, coming just far enough within reach to allow him to wrap his arms around her.
For the first time in over two years, he got to hold his daughter in his arms. This was the moment he waited for, when he finally allowed himself to acknowledge the fact that he was out, he'd escaped. He didn't want to spook her with his sudden sobs, just buried his face into her long, tangled hair. When she relaxed into his arms, resting her head against his shoulder, the way she used to when she was small and fresh to the world, a choked sob escaped him, and he began to cry in earnest.
"Why are you crying?" she asked him, pulling back.
"I just missed you so much, Mini Moon," he sniffled, trying to put on a brave smile. "So, so much."
One of her little hands wiped at the track of tears along his cheek. "And that's why you're crying?"
He wiped the other side away. "Yeah. But it's okay, because we're together again." He brushed the curls from her face. "I'm going to take you with me, okay? We're going to go live together somewhere safe, far from here. Does that sound good to you?"
"Kreature is supposed to let me inside in the morning though."
"I'll send him an owl letting him know what's going on," he lied to put her mind at ease. "He'll understand, you're supposed to be with me, not her. I'm your dad."
She frowned worriedly. "But are they going to take you away again? The people who did the first time?"
He shook his head, a sense of determination coming down on him. "No, never again. There's nothing that's ever going to take me away from you again. It'll be just me and you, Mini Moon."
Looking back toward the house, she thought for just a moment. "...okay. We can go then."
He stood, his little girl wrapped in his weak and malnourished arms. "Let's go then. We're going to go somewhere safe, and then I've got to go and pick up your godbrother, okay?"
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Y/n: Well, atoms never touch each other. Since we are made of atoms, we have never touched anything our whole lives.
McGonagall: .....
Y/n: So to answer your question, no, I didn't punch Harry in the face.
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HP Fic Rec Masterlist
CW: some fics include smut, but from the ones I’ve read, those sections aren’t essential to the plot and when I’ve skipped them the story has still made sense to me:)
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Draco/Harry -
 A little bit confused but not at all surprised by indigospacehopper
When auror-in-training Harry Potter accidentally drinks a truth potion, he’s sent straight to St Mungo’s for their expert potions master to help him. The problem? Draco Malfoy is the expert potions master, and he’s having far too much fun taunting Harry about his problem. However, more sinister things are afoot and whilst Harry and Draco bicker and flirt, dark forces prepare to make their move…
It Started With A Handshake by i_dont_read
One year after the war, Draco Malfoy is fresh out of a three-month term in Azkaban. As part of his parole, he's back at Hogwarts as an eighth year student to finish his studies. All Draco wants to do is lie low and make it out of Hogwarts in one piece, but when he finds that he's forced to room with none other than Harry Potter, that proves to be much more difficult than Draco anticipated. After a particularly eventful detention together, Harry and Draco must reconcile their relationship. What started as a volatile feud eventually becomes something much deeper than either of them could've imagined. The question is, will Draco ever come to terms with his feelings, or will he be left pining forever in secret?
red and green are complimentary colours by ace_0fhearts
After the war Hermione manages to convince Harry to go back to Hogwarts for his eighth year. Expecting an uneventful year of classes and rooming with the other Gryffindor boys, he’s surprised when McGonagall tells him he’ll be sharing a room with Draco Malfoy. Now Harry has to get through a year of arguments and awkward silences. Or he would, if Malfoy would stop ignoring him and moping around the castle alone.
The July Tree by oknowkiss
Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail… nor well-meaning friends, nor questionable communication skills, nor seven years of hating each other’s guts can keep Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy from falling in love.
Draco/OC -
The Girl Who Lived by missingnote
A miserable childhood of neglect, Harper Potter needed someone to teach her the ability to love in order to overcome the darkest wizard of all time. She just wasn't expecting that someone to be the guy who taunted her every quidditch match.
Training Wheels by dyiansobrien
In their four years of knowing each other, Draco Malfoy and Amora Buckley have never managed to see eye to eye. However, when the pair are locked in the library overnight together, things start to change between them. And neither of them like it. Throw in Harry Potter's not-so-subtle crush on Amora, the fact that her cousin is Hogwarts' golden boy Cedric Diggory, and that her mother is the Muggle Studies professor and things are bound to get even more complicated...
You Found Me by wildermind54 (one of my fav fics ever)
The epic saga of Guinevere Easton and Draco Malfoy’s romance from their younger years as they struggle with family, growing powers, and growing up.
Choose Me Instead by dreaming_about_fanfictions
Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially now where you should be focusing on your last year of Hogwarts. However, you are just pretending. There's no way in hell you'll actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy... Right?
TBR:
Draco/Harry -
The Complexities of Us by indigospacehopper
The Dustless Mirrors by sugarplumsenpai
The day you bloomed by Soliblomst
The Silence of Your Love by malfoypolix
there will be time, there will be time by waterwings
Not So Different by Nightstar_Fury
Rules and Rivalries by Taylorisnotcute
Spinning Fouettés by hdbang_mod
As The Tide Pulls by TracingPatterns
Loverboys by corvuscrowned
Protected By Your Love by heartsfromheaven
Harry Potter and the End of the Line by use_it_well
survival is a talent by ShanaStoryteller
Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop
Crimson and Clover - A tale in canon by dontthrowsticksatme
Lily's Boy by SomewheresSword
Draco/OC -
Queen of the Night by dragonchallenge
Lover of Mine by unleeshedd
Bruised & Broken // Draco Malfoy by kiiia
Bound by Blood and Mind by CaityBrooklynnn
An Unexpected Ally by hollyjanepeters
I Can't Sleep (D.M. x O.C.) by bruhdawg
Cruel Fates by capricornbaby_0
Harry/OC -
Eyes of Violet by macadoodle1996
𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 by cottonsoxs
to be continued and expanded upon...
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badasgirlfriend · 7 months
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Secret | | Harry Potter Imagine
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pairings: harry potter x malfoy! fem oc
genre: secret relationship
warnings: ??
a/n: hope u like it<3 reqs are open
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"Class is over. See you class," the professor's voice booms, causing all the students to stand and rush towards the door. As soon as they're able, they exit the classroom, eager to get to their next class or to take a long-needed break from the day's lessons.
Harry smiles at Lyra as the two of them gather their belongings and begin to head out of the classroom together. As they reach the exit, Harry pauses and suddenly grabs Lyra's hand, gently pulling her closer to him. Lyra is caught off guard by this gesture and looks at the green eyed boy with a surprised expression.
"Um...Harry, what are you doing?" she asks.
“Holding my girlfriends hand what does it look like” he snorts
“Harry” Lyra says looking around “Someone could see us”
"Shhh, it's perfectly fine, Lyra." Harry brushes her concern to the side with a light chuckle as he leans in to kiss her. "What's the issue in spending some extra time together?" he says with a grin, pressing his lips against hers.
“Harry, please...let go. What if someone sees us?" she whispers, trying to make him understand
"Lyra, you’re being paranoid. I doubt anyone is going to come here anytime soon." he continues to hold onto Lyra's hand with a firm grasp
But she still feels anxious, what if her brother saw them together…or his friends. She can risk that “Harry please. Can't we go to somewhere else?" she begs.
Harry sighs and eventually lets go of Lyra's arm "Lyra...you know I love you."
Lyra gulps at his words, feeling a bit awkward “But...this whole secret relationship is getting to me," he adds, he wants to be open with her about how he feels and doesn't want to keep their romance a secret anymore.
Lyra looks at Harry with soft eyes, she knows that they cannot be together publicly because of her family and brother's beliefs "Harry...you know we can't," she says with a slightly regretful expression. "Draco and my family...they won't accept us," she explains.
"Yeah, I know," Harry cuts in, understanding her concern. "But that doesn't mean we can't try. You're their daughter; they'll accept this," he says
She wants to be with Harry, but in the back of her mind, she knows that the relationship was doomed from the start. Perhaps she was being selfish when she started dating Harry, knowing full well that their relationship would eventually break apart because of her family. However, she couldn't help it; she liked him way too much at the time, and now she loves him.
"Harry...you don't know them like I do," she says softly. "Maybe my mother would accept us- even Draco, but my father...he'd rather disown me,"
Harry laughs in disbelief and shakes his head “Lyra im sick of meeting in secret holding ur hand in secret…do you know how much it hurts seeing other guys flirt with you or even ask u on dates- fucking hell i cant even take my girlfriend on a date in public” he ran his hand through his hair “i just want…to hold your hand in front of everyone, hug you kiss you in fhe hallways not in the broom closets or the changing rooms”
He was stressed, between Umbridge and her detentions, the DA classes, and Snape tormenting him, Harry is feeling overwhelmed. And on top of that, he can't help but feel a bit insecure. Maybe Lyra doesn't want to be with him, or perhaps she's ashamed and that's why she doesn't want anyone to know about their relationship.
Lyra groans “Harry I didn’t mean to-“ she stops and immediately takes a few steps backwards when students enter the class. Some of them give the couple weird looks
Harry shakes his head “Well Malfoy” he spits her last name and she cant help but feel hurt “you and your brother need to leave me alone, Im done with you two” With that, he leaves the classroom, bumping into Lyra's shoulder on his way out making her stumble a little
When she spots a group of third year ravenclaws staring and whispering about her, she has had enough.
"What are you looking at?" she snaps, causing them to flinch. "Go back to writing your notes," she adds, before making a swift exit and making her way towards her own common room.
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Almost three days had passed since that argument between Lyra and Harry, and they had not spoken since then. The Malfoy girl was starting to feel torn by this distance. These past days had been difficult for her.
She saw Harry frequently in class or alone in the hallways, and he would always avoid her gaze and disappear before she could say a word. Enough was enough, and Lyra refused to wait any longer for a conversation. She would speak to Harry today, whether he liked it or not.
Harry was also struggling. He missed his girlfriend and couldn't help but blame himself for the argument they had. It was his fault, he should have just accepted her "no" and left it at that.
"You're so dumb," he thought to himself, feeling guilty and ashamed. He thought Lyra hated him now, and he couldn't blame her.
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"Draco, please stop!"
Lyra hissed, gripping Draco's shoulders tightly but he easily shrugs off her grasp. She is desperate for him to listen, but he pushes her away
"What did you just say about my sister?"
Cornac McLaggen can't help but tremble under the fierce glare that Draco shoots him. If looks could really kill, he would surely be digging his own grave at this moment. Despite the tension, Lyra is too focused on Draco to care about Cornac
"I said I wouldn’t wouldn't mind fucki-..." He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Draco, who had caught his breath just in time, threw a bone-shattering punch that left Cormac's jaw hanging by a thread, and Lyra's heart racing with fear.
Lyra grabs her brothers arm to try and stop him. Draco, however, appears to want to deliver another round of punches, which forces Lyra to struggle to restrain him. She screams at him in an attempt to stop him "You will regret that," growled Cormac raising his wand in warning.
"Mess with her again, and I'll make sure that not even Madam Pomfrey can heal you," Draco spat out, struggling against the hold of Blaise and Theo who had just arrived.
"Oppungo!" Cormac yelled as he pointed his wand at the birds that Luna was feeding. But in his rage, he ended up misaiming his spell, sending it towards a couple of large rocks instead.
Cormac, realizing his mistake, seemed more focused on protecting himself from his own spell
When Cormac misfired his spell, Blaise, Theo and Draco immediately ducked to avoid any injuries from the rocks that were barreling towards them. However, Lyra didn't have the same luck. She was blocked by the three large guys standing in front of her, so she didn't see the rocks heading towards her. As a result, she was caught off-guard and hit by one of the heavy rocks, which knocked her to the ground.
"YOU FUCKER!"
Lyra could hear her brother's voice ring out through the air, but a loud pounding in her head was keeping her from seeing anything. She touched her head and felt liquid pouring down her face.
"Lyra, can you hear me?" Blaise's voice reached her ears, but she couldn't manage a response. With her head falling into Blaise's arms, he grew increasingly worried about her condition.
"What's going on?" Snape’s voice cuts through the tense atmosphere and quickly grabs everyone's attention. He looks at Lyra, his concern growing with each passing moment. Then, he turns his focus back on Theo, who is still holding Draco, and Cormac, who stands before them. The latter is shivering in fear.
"Malfoy, follow me." With a quick wave of his wand, Snapce casts a spell. Lyra levitates into the air with ease,
Snape turns to Cormac, his eyes cold and unfeeling. Though his words are brief, they are filled with a deep menace.
"I'll see you ... in my office," he growls.
Snape leaves immediately, making his way to the hospital wing, Cormac, however, is left in sheer dread
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the Great Hall, seated at their usual table and discussing plans for the next DA meeting.
Unfortunately, however, they were completely unaware of what was happening outside.
Harry couldn't help but often glance towards the door. He was waiting for a certain blonde girl to enter the hall, but she never did. He checked his watch, confused since she was never late.
His confusion only grew as the seconds ticked by. "Where is she," he thought to himself, unable to concentrate on anything but the empty seat at the slytherin table
Cho Chang sits at the Gryffindor table, deep in conversation with Parvati Patil. “Did you hear about Lyra?"
The two girls continue to chat amongst themselves, not realizing that a few heads have turned in their direction. One boy in particular, Harry Potter
He listens closely for a moment, and then can't help but join in on the conversation. "What happened to Lyra?" he asks, turning their attention towards him.
Both Cho and Parvati turn to look at Harry. "Hi, Harry," Cho says sweetly, smiling at him, while Parvati nods in greeting, her blush intensifying.
Parvati quickly adds: "How are you? It's been awhile."
Harry doesn't want to be rude, but he is genuinely concerned about his girlfriend. "What happened to her?" he asks, sounding much more frantic this time.
"Marietta just told me that Cormac McLaggen..." Cho flinches and pauses, sensing the tension in Harry's eyes. Before she can finish what she was saying, Harry abruptly stands up and rushes away from the Great Hall, leaving both her and Parvati behind.
The two girls stare at each other for a moment, confused and surprised by the sudden turn of events. "What just happened?" Cho whispers quietly.
Harry's mind is only focused on one thing - 1) running towards the hospital wing and reaching Lyra. 2) killing Cormac McLaggen
As he speeds through the castle, he ignores the yells of his best friends Ron and Hermione, who beg him to stop.
Just before he reaches the hospital wing, he suddenly sees Theo viciously kicking Cormac on the stomach. The boy's rage flares up, transforming to a blinding red color. He can't control it in this moment. All he can think about is getting back at Cormac, no matter what it takes.
Harry marches up to them in a fit of rage, his anger only intensifying as his eyes focus in on Cormac.
As Theo looks at him with a confused and wary look, Harry simply pushes him aside, unable to hear or care about what anyone has to say in this moment.
"Finally," Cormac mutters out of anger, but he never finishes his sentence. In a flash, he is knocked to the ground by Harry.
"What the fuck mate?.
"I'll kill you!" Harry's rage only intensifies with every word. His grip on Cormac's collar tightens, and he prepares for another round, not intending to stop until Cormac is no longer breathing.
"Be thankful," Harry growls, his tone and expression darkening."Be fucking thankful that she's in the hospital right now, otherwise, you'd be dead for sure."
Harry punches Cormac in the face again, and this time, Cormac's nose breaks with a sickening crack. Blood splatters across the ground, painting it a crimson color as he falls to the ground with a thud
Theo stands in disbelief, his mind racing as he struggles to process the news.
"What the fuck..." he mutters, his voice tinged with confusion and surprise. "Oh Lyra, you little minx,"
Harry storms through the doorway. The force of his entry is so intense that it creates a loud bang, catching the attention of Draco, who immediately turns to face him.
As soon as Draco sees Harry, his face twists into a grimace, unable to hide his anger "What do you want?" he snaps, his frustration and anger growing.
Ignoring him, Harry rushes towards Lyra's bed, his heart breaking as he sees her lying there, so still and vulnerable, her head bandaged.
Draco watches Harry touch Lyra, his eyes darken and his expression changes to one of pure rage. His voice is strong and sharp as he speaks, his eyes locked on Harry “What the hell are you doing, Potter?" he grabs Harrys shoulder and shoves him away
"Let me see her, Malfoy," Harry says, his voice as calm and cold as ice.
"I said leave," he says through clenched teeth. "You have no reason to be here."
"I have every fucking reason to be here," Harry snaps back, his anger boiling over. He glares at Draco, his whole body taut with frustration and desperation.
Draco laughs "Name one then, asshole."
"She's my-- "
“H-Harry is that..you” Harry is cut off as another voice calls out from the other side of the room. They both rush over to Lyras bed. Draco is too focused on the situation at hand to even notice that it was Harry's name that the girl just said.
Draco kneels before Lyra, his face full of worry and concern. “Lyra, are you okay? Does it hurt that much?" He softly takes her face in his hands and looks at the bandages on her head. “I’ll write to father”
Lyra tries to sit up, but she quickly winces in pain, unable to get up. “No don't write to them," she whispers, fear evident on her voice She doesn't want to get into more trouble with her parents,
Harry cannot hold back any longer, "Lyra baby," he whispers, taking her hands and holding them “I'm so sorry," he continues, kissing her hands.
"I should've been there," he says, full of regret and remorse. He knows that if he had been there, she would not be in this condition.
Draco watches the two with wide eyes, his jaw dropping in disbelief. He has always seen Harry as the enemy, and this moment throws him for a loop, making him unable to process what he's seeing.
He tries to speak, but the words stick in his throat. His heart races as he watches the pair show affection towards one another like they never have before.
Lyra's face softens as Harry kisses her hands, his tenderness warming her heart. She knows that he's feeling guilty and trying to make “It's okay, H," she says, her voice quiet. "It isn't your fault," she adds, her words filled with understanding and forgiveness.
As she looks at Harry, it's as if her heart skips a beat. Her gaze is one of pure affection and love.
Draco can't believe his ears, or his eyes. He can't help but wonder if this is all just one big joke, or if there really is something going on between the two of them.
“H?" he yells. "Baby? What the fuck is happening?" Her brother’s face is filled with anger and hurt as he faces both Lyra and Harry. His voice is loud and frustrated, as he tries to make sense of the situation that’s in front of him
Lyra's eyes widening as she only then notices that her brother is in the same room as well. She tries to remove her hands from Harry's grasp, but he doesn't let go, shaking his head. 'Draco, it's not what you think,' she pleads.
“Oh?” Draco says in a mocking tone. 'Then please enlighten me, my dear sister. Because to me it looks like it,' he adds, letting out a cold laugh that chills Lyra through and through.
"Malfoy, calm down," Harry says firmly, gripping Lyra's hand to reassure her.
Draco looks at him furiously, his gaze full of raw hatred as he tries to contain the rage that is boiling
"You fucking shut up," he spits out, his eyes locked on Harry's face. "You don't get to speak. It's better if you leave."
This is it, this is your chance, Lyra thinks to herself “No” she looks at her brother “My boyfriend isn’t leaving”
"B-boyfriend? How could you do this?!" Draco yells angrily. "He's our enemy."
Lyra speaks up, and her voice is firm.
"He's your enemy, Draco, not mine."
Her words make Draco's jaw drop. How dare she take Harry's side?
"Did you even think about me before going with him?" Draco yells furiously. "For fucks sake, Lyra, what were you thinking?"
Lyra rolls her eyes. "Grow up, Draco," she replies. "Just because he rejected your handshake doesn't mean you still have to be butthurt over it."
Harry looks guilty as he realizes that Lyra wasn't ready for this to happen, Draco shakes his head in disappointment.
"I see," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, don't let me ruin your little romantic moment. By all means, continue."
Lyra glances at him in frustration, about to say something, but Draco quickly slams the door.
"He'll understand," Harry lets a sigh
Lyra stares at the door through which Draco just left, tears in her eyes.
"I know," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "It will take him time. Way too much time" Her voice trails off as if she can't say anything more
She makes some space for him so he can lay beside her “Anyway did Cormac get detention?”
"That idiot" Harry mumbles. "He has no idea what's coming for him."
Lyra lets out a soft snicker, amused by Harry's words. "Harry," she says, her tone chiding. "You're already in deep shit with Umbridge. You don't need to dig your own grave even more."
"I don't care about her," Harry says, his tone brushing off any further discourse. "All I care about is you."
Lyra smiles and lays her head down on Harry's chest, relieved to hear the words she'd been waiting for. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms and his tender touch.
She feels safe with Harry, her worries and worries melted away in his embrace. She is finally at peace, knowing that she's with the one she loves.
Harry looks at her eyes, softening as his gaze meets hers. He brings her closer, his love for her palpable in every touch.
"Everything will be fine, my love," he whispers. "I promise you that it will."
He kisses her gently on the forehead, trying to convey the reassurance and love he feels for her.
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sicutpuella · 10 months
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Tom Riddle and an Original Character
The first teaser…
In the midst of a time where society is plagued by doubt and skepticism, a name emerges, capturing the attention of none other than Harry Potter himself. Claudia Rosier, an enigmatic figure in the corridors of power, holds a high-ranking position within the Ministry of Magic. But as the rumors swirl and whispers abound, Harry senses there is more to her than meets the eye. Haunted by the shadows of his past and the lingering doubts that shroud his own reputation, Harry cannot help but wonder: What lies beneath Claudia's elegant facade? Is she simply another player in the intricate game of power, or does she harbor secrets from a shared history, the dark lord perhaps?
As Harry navigates a world that questions his every move, he finds himself drawn to the enigma that is Claudia Rosier. In her poised demeanor, he sees a reflection of his own struggles, and a flicker of something he thought he had lost—a connection to a forgotten flame. In the midst of dark times, where trust is scarce and alliances are fragile, Harry's curiosity ignites a journey that will unravel the mysteries of Claudia's past and forge unexpected bonds. Amidst swirling suspicions and hidden desires, their paths intertwine, setting in motion a series of events that will test the limits of loyalty, love, and the ultimate quest for redemption.
Prepare to embark on an unforgettable journey, where the lines between friend and foe blur, and the past casts a haunting shadow on the present. Claudia Rosier, a seemingly new player in this intricate tale, holds the key to unlocking a truth that may reshape the destiny of the wizarding world.
Available soon on Archive of Our Own, this will both be accessible on Tumblr and AO3!
Teaser no. 2 will be uploaded soon! (^ω~)
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embodyingchaos · 10 months
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last updated: 23rd january, 2024 newest: evermore latest chapter
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draco malfoy melt your heart genre: d. malfoy x fem!oc. best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: bullying, violence, kissing, cursing, very bad editing synopsis: as only first years, they know nothing of what's to come. julianna candy thought everything would be normal for her years at hogwarts, but what with meeting draco malfoy, tagging along adventures with harry potter and learning about her parents' history, she couldn't be more wrong. neville longbottom - none yet. george weasley evermore genre: g. weasley x fem!oc. friends to lovers! warnings: none yet. synopsis: if you can't find some common ground with anyone, even with your own twin sister, it can get pretty lonely. it's a good thing for genesis heath that she finds a boy who understands her completely, even with just a few words. ron weasley - none yet.
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