#/ although he's being very matter of fact when saying viktor is handsome

[inun4ki]

The man standing before him now bore a peculiar cursed energy signature, strange and unusual - uniquely foreign. But it was as fascinating as it was bothersome, previously relaxed nerves now tweaked by uncertainty and instinctive alarm. Kaede thought it best to be wary of and alert around sorcerers of all sorts, ally or foe, even and especially when wasting a few hours at a dive bar in the city and getting a little buzzed in the process. He was supposed to be having the fun other people his age were, meeting new people and letting loose, taking the edge off with a night out - not eyeballing a stange, handsome, probably dangerous sorcerer as if his night had been utterly, completely ruined.

He heaved a whisky-tinged sigh and rolled his eyes, pouting under the lamplight, tugging on a long lock of hair with a single finger and idly adjusting his jacket. Self-conscious at the wrong time, for he'd been caught staring, reflexively glancing away with a swiftness that would put his sober self to shame. He didn't say anything, pretending as if he hadn't been gawking at the man with silvery platinum hair and blue eyes, as if he hadn't noticed his cursed energy, the look on his face--

If he had to work on his days off, he was going to be pissed.

With a swell of, perhaps, arrogant clarity, Kaede looked at the man once more. If he spoke, he hadn't heard a word, too busy with his thoughts to listen properly. Lips moving without uttering a sound.

"You look familiar, sorry," he said quickly, a stubborn firmness to his cover. "Was trying to figure out if you were an actor, or...someone I might have met once."

@fromvitya

[letsprayitwritesitself]

Harry Potter AU; Javid

(so the way this is going to go, because i’m so hyped about this, is four sections, following along with the plot of the last four books in the series. this is part one, with the next three to be posted in the next few days.) (also like this is all assuming the reader will have knowledge of the plot of the last four harry potter books!! wikipedia that shit if u dont know!)

again, sincerest hugest thanks 4 this prompt!!!!!!!

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Davey knew, logically, that there was no way he could really be hurt at this thing. He was far enough away that he could enjoy the thrill of the event without being nervous (for himself, that is, the kid that was down there was another matter entirely.) But all the same, there was a fucking dragon there.

He would have been content to hear about it from his friends after it happened, head full of fantasies of how quiet the library probably was, how he’d be able to get at the herbology book he’d been coveting for weeks - but they’d forced him out, stressing how historic this tournament was, and how much he’d regret missing it. He didn’t tell them that actually, he’d missed a lot of historic events before, and he was really quite alright with it. For his part he’d made them stand at the back (although he was sure that if a dragon really wanted to hurt them it wouldn’t be put off by the extra fifty feet or so it had to travel.)

‘I wonder how they’re meant to pull this off?’ Albert squinted out into the field, trying to assess what the poor bastards taking part had to deal with. ‘Do they get any help?’

‘I don’t think so.’ Davey had read up a little on these tournaments. ‘I think the point is they’re meant to be able to come up with their own way.’

‘I couldn’t do it, ya know. I’d piss my pants and cry for a really long time, til everyone went home.’

‘That might work.’ Davey raised his eyebrows. ‘The dragon might feel sorry for you and let you win.’

‘Maybe I should have entered my name after all!’

They were interrupted by a short Gryffindor wielding a wad of parchment. 

‘You guys want some action?’

‘I’m sorry?’ Davey couldn’t unpick this guy’s phrasing.

‘Good odds on Potter and Diggory. C’mon, let’s liven it up.’

‘It’s already pretty lively, I think.’

‘Give it up, Race,’ another Gryffindor appeared behind the kid and affectionately pulled on his friend’s woolly hat. ‘Them Weasley boys have monopolised the game.’

‘Rats.’ Race tucked his betting slips under his arm.

Davey turned back to Albert. ‘I was about to complain about being cold but I don’t want to tempt fate.’

‘I don’t think the dragon cares too much, Davey.’

‘Hey, I know you.’ Race’s friend butted in. ‘Albert, you’re in my potions, right?’

‘Right! What’s up? Davey, this here’s Jack Kelly. He’s the kid who exploded the Confusing Concotion in Snape’s face in second year, oh my god.’

Davey nodded in greeting, vaguely remembering hearing the story. Jack smiled and reached out his hand to shake Davey’s. It was at that moment that the dragon decided to show the world what a bad mood it was in, and blast a stream of fire over the entire stadium. Davey gasped, and ducked - because there was a fucking dragon there - and if he happened to accidentally squeeze this stranger’s hand, well, that was probably entirely understandable.

Because of the fucking dragon.

Jack grinned and raised his eyebrows but he didn’t pull his hand away. If a cute stranger needed him to protect them, he’d be there.

‘Sorry,’ Davey muttered. He dropped Jack’s hand and looked towards the arena, where the first competitor was coming out to somehow fight the god damn dragon. ‘Apparently dragons make me anxious.’

‘It’s no problem.’

Race and Albert, sharing a look, stepped away so Jack and Davey were standing next to each other. They all turned their attention back to the action. Cedric Diggory looked tiny among the rocks and the dragon had apparently noticed him going for the golden egg. This was terrifying. Davey jumped at every movement down there and, after only a few minutes was watching through his fingers. Cedric was shooting curses to try and distract the creature and they were almost working - not well enough for Davey to be anything less than petrified. A shocking near miss involving a badly timed leap from the champion saw him jump and physically look away.

He felt a nudge from next to him and turned to see Jack smiling and offering his hand.

‘Might help?’

He looked down at the hand and back up at Jack. Part of him wanted to defend himself, say he didn’t need protecting, that he wasn’t even scared - but a way bigger part of him, a very sensible part of him, was on edge, and grateful for the comfort.

And Jack was pretty.

He took the had and held it tight. None of the champions died, and the protective stranger turned out to be good company. Jack managed to supply witticisms to offset the tension of what they were seeing, and Davey appreciated it as much as he appreciated having a hand to squeeze when things got edgy. Even if he’d just met the guy, comfort was comfort.

At the end he let Jack’s hand go with only some reluctance, cringing at the white imprint his fingers had made on Jack’s skin.

‘Sorry. And thanks.’

‘Don’t mention it.’ Jack flexed his hand (it was only moderately painful.) Students around them were emptying the arena fast. Albert and Race started to head off in different directions. Jack took a couple of steps backwards, following Race. ‘Maybe I’ll see you around?’

‘Maybe you will.’ Davey smiled, almost daring himself to ask Jack when he might see him around, but panicking at the last moment. He headed away with Albert.

Race stared, incredulous, at Jack. ‘”Maybe I’ll see you around?”’

‘Didn’t wanna come on too strong!’

‘You just held his had for almost two hours, Jack.’

Jack glanced back over his shoulder and caught a fleeting moment of eye contact with Davey who was doing the same.

‘It’s a good start, isn’t it?’

/

Davey went to watch the next task with Sarah. Again, he had been planning on staying in and studying, even with the potential draw of handsome strangers offering to protect him from danger. At the same time, he may or may not have been keeping an eye out for Jack Kelly in the week since they had met, and he hadn’t spotted him once. He might not even be at the event, and if he was, there was no guarantee Davey would see him.

Like he had even thought about it. 

But Sarah had cornered him at breakfast and told him categorically that they were going on a sibling date to check out the foreign kids in their bathing suits. They ambled down to the hills to take a sailboat into the lake, clad in their big coats and knitted hats, using the opportunity to catch up.

‘What happened to the little kid who used to come and find me every mealtime, huh? Haven’t seen you in weeks.’ Sarah aimed a light kick at him from across the boat. Davey smiled as he remembered how scared he’d been of starting at Hogwarts.

‘I guess I thought that you’d be able to introduce me to people, but you weren’t as cool as you pretended to be.’

‘Excuse you! I happen to be very popular… among… my friends.’

‘You’re right, I’m very sorry, Sarah.’

‘I actually do have some exciting developments in the gal pal department. You know Katherine from seventh year?’

‘I know Katherine from seventh year.’ He clambered out of the boat up to the stand, reaching in to help her up.

‘I’ve been getting to know Katherine from seventh year.’ She grinned, pushing him towards the crowd. ‘We spent all day together in Hogsmeade last weekend and then we had an accidental sleepover by the lake.’

‘Ew. I’ve heard enough.’

‘Not like that, gross! But I am feeling really good about her.’

‘Is she not here today?’

‘No, she’s on press duties. How cool is that?’

‘That is cool. In fact, maybe too cool. Definitely too cool for you.’

‘Luckily she hasn’t realised that yet.’ She poked him in the chest. ‘Your turn.’

‘What?’

‘Anything on the horizon?’ They found a place at the front and Davey leaned over the railing, letting the cold air whip his face, trying to decide if “I met a hot guy a week ago” was sufficient gossip for Sarah.

‘Not really.’

‘Your pause was very telling, Davey.’

‘It’s nothing. There’s no-one.’

‘You’re not getting out of it that easy!’

‘Davey!’ He heard the voice over his shoulder and for a split second he was glad of the distraction, before he realised who it was. Oh boy. He turned to see Jack heading over. He smiled in greeting, ignoring Sarah’s raised eyebrows. ‘You look cold.’

‘Yeah, it’s the… cold.’ His cheeks turned even redder as Jack reached out and touched one gently. 

‘Better than almost being set on fire, I guess.’

‘A lot of things are.’ Jack stood next to him, leaning on the rail, looking at Sarah. ‘I’m Jack.’

‘Sarah.’

‘Not crashing a date or something, am I?’

‘Not at all. This here’s my baby brother.’ She grinned at Davey, who had managed to blush harder.

‘Bet you could tell me some stories, huh?’

‘Depends what you wanna know.’

Davey cleared his throat. ‘Guys, it’s starting.’ He didn’t want their conversation going any deeper - he knew what Sarah was like. She loved him a lot but god, she liked making him squirm. 

The four champions stepped forward and a distinct impressed mumble passed through the crowd. Jack took a few seconds to rake his eyes over Viktor Krum and his tiny red shorts, and piped up. 

‘I’m gayer than I thought.’

Sarah, just barely hearing, was captivated by blonde hair and lycra.

‘Me too.’

/

During breakfast the day before the first task, an owl dropped a handwritten note into Davey’s porridge.

How about we meet at the last task on purpose?

It was complete with a little moving doodle of cartoon-Jack valiantl protecting cartoon-Davey from a dragon, a drawing that might have been embarrassing were it not, you know, true. All the same it made Davey chuckle quietly, and he pulled out his quill to scribble a yes. Hanging out with Jack at the second task had been fun, even if Davey felt like an asshole for letting Sarah be turned into the third wheel. Jack was funny, making quips about what the mermaids might have stolen from him, and how he’d go about trying to do the task (transforming into a giant squid and fucking up everyone and everything until they handed Crutchie back to him with an apology note.) 

At the end when Katherine came over to find Sarah, having finished composing her report, Jack confessed that he’d lost his friends when he spotted Davey, so the two ended up sharing a boat back to the castle. It had all seemed to get very… date-like, something Davey was totally fine with of course, but he was a little reticent in acknowledging it, in case he’d misread all the signals. Even now, telling Jack that he’d like to go with him to the last task, he didn’t want to let himself get too hopeful about the two of them, telling himself that it was still a good thing that Jack wanted to hang out. Even without any… intentions.

He gave the note back to the owl and watched as it soared across the great hall, over to the Gryffindor table he’d spent so long looking for Jack at. It flew all the way to the end, by the door, and he sat up as straight as he could to spot him.

Jack was sitting at the very end of the table, backwards, which went some way to explaining why Davey had never been able to spot him before. He was talking animatedly to a kid at the Hufflepuff table, one who had similarly turned his back on his own housemates. Davey recognised him, it was the kid everyone called Crutchie - he assumed it was an affectionate nickname, but he couldn’t be sure. Now he had found Jack, he watched him read the reply, felt the violent sting of butterflies in his stomach when he saw Jack say something to Crutchie, and Crutchie react with sheer delight.

Then Jack looked over his shoulder and caught Davey staring. Crutchie waved. Davey blushed, obviously. But he smiled too.

They met by the front door and walked across to the arena in the twilight. Davey itched to reach out and take Jack’s hand but even though they’d been there and done that, it would have felt like an enormous assumption. He took his cues from Jack, the more confident of the two, who was interested in using the cold weather to his advantage. They found decent spots towards the back.

‘Who d’you think’s gonna take this?’ Davey asked as they stared down at the hedges.

‘As much as I wanna say one of our guys, I kind of want it to be Krum. But I think that’s just me falling for his charm.’

‘Is that your type?’ This felt like a very brazen and un-Davey thing to say, but he saw a tiny window and had to leap through it. Jack pretended to think about it for a moment.

‘You know, I’m not sure. I’m starting to think I prefer someone a little taller. Little cuter.’ He looked at Davey. ‘Little smarter.’

‘How do you know how smart he is?’

‘I know how smart you are. Odds are he don’t match up.’

Davey looked at the ground to hide the grin that forced it’s way on to his face. Jack bit his lip, shuffling from one foot to the other.

‘Sorry, that was too corny. You can tell me to stop it.’

‘I don’t really want you to stop it.’ He looked back up at Jack. The air was full of excitement. Student babbled incoherently around them, and suddenly they’d both admitted something. They were quiet amongst the chaos for a moment and it was Jack who, with a smile on his face, started to lean in.

Cheers exploded around them as they kissed for the first time and they took a couple of seconds to pretend it was for them, riding the high of what sounded like a Hogwarts victory, with their own personal wave of elation. It only lasted a moment, more sweet and searching than anything else. 

Their resultant dopey grins fell quickly as they heard an anguished scream from the field. Something was wrong.

Reflexively Davey reached for Jack’s hand, seeking that comfort, as he tried to figure out what was going on. The news of Cedric’s death travelled up to them via murmurs in the crowd and catalysed the wave of unease that the castle wouldn’t shake for months, that contradicted fiercely with the new happiness Jack and Davey had found, and yet that gave them more reason to cling to each other.

[the-connection]

Harry Potter is arguably the greatest streak of children's diaries ever written. Sure, work sequence like The Chronicles of Narnia will always be classics, but what offsets Potter unique is that children can grow up with its references in real occasion. While J.K. Rowling has been criticised for the darker subject matter of the later books, I think we can all agree that children need to learn that life isn't always sunshine and roses- even if they never have to fight off an actual Dementor.

For me, the sequence stipulated an escape when I needed it most as a child, and reading about the deaths of references I'd come to know and cherish( don't worry, this article spoiler-free ), cured me to come to expressions with the first few demises I witnessed in life. But dark subject matter aside, what obliges Potter so magnificent is that it eventually sends a sense of hope.

Prior to finishing The Deathly Hallow s, Rowling knew that she would culminate the succession with three simple paroles," All was well", but, for beings like me who grew up with the line, all was not well. I cannot put into texts the pleasure I felt every time a new Harry Potter journal was secreted and the excite I came viewing the words "First Edition" reproduced on my include- oaths which I soon searched over as I hastened my style through the book( I predict The Half-Blood Prince in a period, severely ).

But, as us original Potterheads know all too well, the real aim of the series came in 2011 with the publication of the final movie. My acquaintance and I legitimately sat propping paws in the movie theatre as we screamed over a certain snake-bitten Hogwarts professor.

However, hurriedly moving on given the fact that the original serial is over, let's take a moment to relish the on-screen glow-ups it gave us as then hormonal adolescents. Yes, the committee is photographs of Draco Malfoy in this article for a reasonablenes. While Tom Felton's portrayal of the eventual Slytherin( next to Voldemort, obv) didn't appeal to me as a preteen, by 2011, I was in love.

What can I say? I like a bad son, and there was no son badder than Draco in the Harry Potter series. That being said, I'd have totally passed him up to let his papa( or his mummy ...) explore my" Chamber of Secrets", but that's another story entirely.

Sadly, my cherish of Draco isn't shared by Rowling herself, who has saw the female tending her white-haired person has received fantastic, writing," I have often had cause to note on how unnerved I have been by the number of young girls who feel for this particular fictional character( although I do not discount the appeal of Tom Felton, who toy Draco brilliantly in the films, and, ironically, is about the nicest being you could convene )."

" Draco has all the dark glamor of the anti-hero; girls are very apt to romanticize such people. All of this has left me in the unenviable position of spewing freezing good sense on enthusiastic books' fantasies as I told them, rather gravely, that Draco was not masking a center of gold under all that sneering and sexism and that no, he and Harry were not destined to end up best friend in the world ."

However, if Draco wasn't your cup of tea-* ahem Butterbeer*- then perhaps you'll be delighted to discover that one of the succession' more likeable courages Dean Thomas- AKA a member of Gryffindor, a chaser in their Quidditch team, and eventually a member of Dumbledore's army- has grown up to be quite the catch.

Now, I'm aware that Harry Potter glow-ups are nothing bizarre. I mean, the transformation that Neville Longbottom( Matthew Lewis) underwent was so impressive that it actually became a verb in the Urban Dictionary.

So if you ever hear of someone having "Neville Longbottomed", basically, you'll know that they grew up to be a total hottie. And one character that no one appeared to realize had Neville Longbottomed until now because his character in the series was relatively minor is Dean Thomas.

Since finishing the sequence, Rowling has revealed a number of mesmerizing detailed information on it its personas and it is about to change that in the first draft of Harry Potter , Dean was actually called Gary. Can you imagine that? The only notorious courage I know with that word is Spongebob's domesticated snail!

Thankfully, it's not the name of the actor who represented Dean, either. He was played by Alfred Enoch and it's a call that you might have heard recently as he's currently starring in the reach US demonstrate How To Get Away With Murder.

Now 27, it's safe to say that the fresh-faced son we came to know and cherish in Harry Potter has grown into a seriously lovely young man. Sadly, his impressive glow-up has vanished comparatively unnoticed as he doesn't have a social media presence.

How To Get Away With Murder em> aside, Alfred has carved out an superb serve job for himself since his Harry Potter eras and his other acting recognitions include Broadchurch ( 2013 ), Mount Pleasant ( 2013 ), and Sherlock ( 2014 ).

To attend the London-born actor effortlessly shift swap between American and British accents, check out the video below : em > strong>

However, if Dean still wasn't your cup of tea when it came to eligible young bachelors-at-arms in the Harry Potter life, then you're in luck once again, as Viktor Krum has also Neville Longbottomed( not that he genuinely had to, if I'm honest) and more efficient still, he's got a strong social media presence for all your haunt necessities!

Played by Bulgarian actor Stan Yanevski, who is now 33, Viktor was a part of one of the most memorable vistums in the series. Y'know, when the sons realized that there was a beautiful girl hiding under Hermionie's mass of curly "hairs-breadth" and know-it-all directions at the Yule Ball...

And boy did Hermione manage to bag herself a hot appointment in the form of Drumstang champ Viktor.

While it's safe to say that he was readily one of the more handsome courages in the movies( he was, after all, a little older than the other male actors ), he very has had a serious glow-up since then- and what's more is that he examines altogether unrecognizable!

Yes, Viktor is now a heavily tattooed bearded Bulgarian machine, and if there's ever another Yule Ball, he's more than therefore welcomed take me as a date. He's pictured below with somewhat shorter whisker, showing that he's not forgotten his Harry Potter roots.

While "their childrens" stellars of Harry Potter were obviously chosen for their acting ability, there appears to be a topic here when it comes to what they look like as adults- even with the apparently ugly ducklings of the succession. Now, simply term "re going to tell" which Harry Potter persona we've yet to see glow-up will reach the headlines next...

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