#[year 4 || goblet of fire]

[thechosengryffindor]

“Is this seat taken?” from @historiavn

Harry glanced up at the source of the question and his eyes narrowing for a moment; trying to discern if she actually wants to sit here or if she's got another agenda; half the school had seemingly made up their minds and admittedly he was feeling sorry for himself...

"Oh um. No, feel free." Harry said with a shrug, "Charms homework?" he questioned.

[crater-1218]

Puberty has as much to do with hair as the 4th Harry Potter movie has to do with the Goblet of Fire

like yeah it’s significant at the beginning but enough to name them after each other?

[thedestinysunknown]

Lego Harry Potter Year 1 - 4 - Year 4:

"Now it's time for the Goblet of Fire and it's one of the best years in this game. There's a good amount of epic moments. We immediately start with a fun level with a lot of action. There's also a big focus on exploration in most levels. When you start doing the main challenges, you will have one of the best levels in the game, aka the dragon one. The underwater level is also really good. The ending is kinda mediocre, sadly."

PS: the gameplay used for this gifset is not mine. The original video belongs to the user: Keyes, on Youtube.

[sophsicle]

okay, hold my drink *hands u cursed ancient goblet full of mead* i gotta talk my shit for a second.

ive been seeing a lot of severus snape love recently. and this is fine, obviously, y'all can love whomever you want. but. i need to rant or i will explode. if we're talking about canon. severus snape spends his adult years, seven books of it in fact, abusing children. and his excuse for this is the girl he loved (tho not enough not to join a group actively trying to exterminate her) fell for the hot jock instead of him (a tragedy indeed, i weep 4 him, i really do). and also she died, which, admittedly is very sad.

it is simply crazy 2 me 2 look at that and think *romance* or *genuine care and affection*. LIKE. fo real. snape calls her a slur in public, apologizes in private, hangs out with dudes who commit hate crimes against her friends (CANONICALLY, she says "you've been hanging out with that douchebag Mulciber, how could you do that after what he did to Mary???" this is not a direct quote but like, it's close enough). lame. loser behaviour.

"Oh but what about regulus" i can hear you say "he loves James potter but snape doesn't love lily???" well. idk. maybe. bit different tho, innit? due to james not being the demographic regulus is attacking (which doesn't make regulus a better person but does make the dynamic between him and james different). ALSO. Regulus chooses to turn against voldemort without hope for anything in return. snape doesn't seem to give a shit about voldemort, he's just sad he's not gonna get to bang lily evans. he switches sides for that reason alone. also doesn't care about what happens to her husband or her son which like. considering lily would be pretty fucking destroyed if they died. once again points to my whole, he doesn't really give a shit about her, theory. lame. loser. behaviour.

also. im sorry. I"M SORRY. but what snape does to neville? to hermione? to harry? gross. a grown ass man out here telling an eleven year old neville he's worthless or hermione she's ugly and annoying. or spilling harry's potion and refusing to grade him for it???????????????

reg and draco are children when we see them at peak suckage and therefore they feel like they can be redeemed much more compellingly (CAN be, not SHOULD be, not HAVE to be, just narratively i think they are easier to turn into interesting, sympathetic characters). but snape? snape grows up into a garbage adult. like he doesn't get better. and again, the only real excuse we're given is his obsession with lily. not very demure. not very cutesy.

ALSO. yall remember that time he got a destitute, struggling Remus Lupin fired from the best job he ever had just because he felt like it? remember that time snape weaponized Remus's lycanthropy and people's prejudice against him just cause. like. literally just cause??? his ego was bruised after the shrieking shack incident so he was like "get wrecked Lupin I'm going to tell everyone your secret so you will be forced back out onto the streets" DO YALL REMEMBER THAT BITCH ASS MOVE????????? THAT HE DID AS A FULL ADULT.

IN CONCLUSION, this is silly and, of course, like i said at the start, everyone can have their own thoughts and feelings about characters, but i simply needed to interject here on behalf of snape haters everywhere because i feel like so much of snape's shitty behaviour as an adult during a time when he was really under no duress and was very safe and cozy, is ignored. and my hater heart just cannot let that stand.

[luminarystag]

Harry Potter, the “Perfect Victim” mentality, and the fandom’s treatment of him in Order of the Phoenix

“Harry is an asshole in Order of the Phoenix!”

“Harry is so unlikable in book 5.”

“My enjoyment of Order of the Phoenix was killed by Harry’s attitude.”

Odds are that if you are part of the Harry Potter fandom, you’ve seen a version of these sentiments echoed many times. A large part of the fanbase seems to hate Harry in this one book, even going as far as ranking this book last in book rankings because they can’t stand his “attitude”

But in this book, Harry is suffering from severe C-PTSD. He meets all of the diagnostic criteria, and it’s clear that he’s struggling immensely throughout this book. But there seems to be a lack of empathy for Harry in this book. Why?

The “Perfect Victim” Mentality

For those who do not know, the “perfect victim” is a mentality where people seem to only believe and/or empathize with victims of trauma if the person is a “perfect victim.”

But what is a “perfect victim”? Since we will be focusing on the treatment of Harry after his trauma, I’ll be focusing on the perfect victim mentality post trauma

A “perfect victim’s” trauma isn’t visible from the outside, and if it is, it only results in the victim crying and having nightmares. All of their trauma just results in them being sad and anxious after their trauma. All of the messy parts of PTSD are not present

Harry is not a perfect victim

As you can tell from the description above, Harry is not a perfect victim (because no one is). Harry gets angry and screams at his friends. He becomes hyper vigilante; always ready to pull his wand out and fight to defend himself. He keeps his wand tightly in his hand around Snape or Malfoy. His PTSD is what actual PTSD looks like, not the “acceptable” trauma response looks like

There is definitely an empathy gap between Goblet of Fire (when Harry gets his trauma) to Order of the Phoenix. Because honestly, in Goblet of Fire, one could argue Harry was a perfect victim. He is weaker than Voldemort, he was vulnerable, he fought back, he reported it immediately. That fits the criteria for perfect victim when the trauma actually happens. Yes, in universe by Fudge he’s not a victim at all for specific reasons, but we, as the audience that actually saw what happened, he comes across a perfect victim

Even in Goblet of Fire afterwards, Harry is still a perfect victim post-graveyard. His trauma results in him being sad and distant for the rest of the school year. As I stated above, that is the perfect victim’s response to trauma

This is why the audience has no trouble feeling empathy for Harry at the end of book 4. He was a child who got kidnapped, watched someone be killed and tortured by someone much older, stronger and more powerful than him. He tells someone (Dumbledore) what happened as soon as he got back. And then he spends the small amount of time at Hogwarts being sad and disassociating. What happened to him, and his response, is easy to digest, so everyone feels bad for him

But then in Order of the Phoenix, when the PTSD truly sets in, Harry is no longer a perfect victim. He gets angry and lashes out, at Dudley at first, then Ron and Hermione later, and then Dumbledore way later. He is ready to defend himself at all times, thinking about cursing Dudley, clutching his wand in Potions, etc. Suddenly, the messy parts of his PTSD rise to the surface

The fandom’s treatment of Harry in Order of the Phoenix

This causes the fandom to say all kinds of things about OOTP: That Harry is cold, Harry is a bully to Ron and Hermione, Harry is unsympathtic

The fandom’s treatment of him does a 180 compared to Goblet of Fire, because his trauma is no longer digestible. He is no longer a perfect victim, so he no longer gets empathy

I think this plays into why people say they like the movie more. In the movie, Harry stays a perfect victim. The movies remove him screaming at Ron and Hermione, remove his anger and jumpiness, remove him destroying Dumbledore’s office. He is just sad and distant. The movie’s were afraid to show just how deep Harry’s PTSD is in favor of the perfect victim narrative and in turn, people prefer the movie

The most disturbing thing about this is the implication behind it. If people can’t even have empathy for a fictional child, who is the main character of the most beloved children’s series of all time, who got kidnapped and tortured, what does that say about their response to real people who have trauma?

[thechosengryffindor]

Harry's eyes snapped to attention when he heard his name, the question catching him off guard. He didn't know what to make of Agatha, but she was one of the few that seemingly hadn't made made up their minds that he was some spoiled... glory hungry child.

"You don't shy away from the big questions, do you?" he asked before chuckling and and letting the question simmer in his brain. "I don't think there's a right answer." he confessed, thinking back to his last three years at school.

"But for the most part I've seen people have wickedness thrust upon them... and succumb to it." A chuckle escapes him, "So I guess that's what I think, even though I'm not sure it's thje right answer.

@thechosengryffindor sent 🎁 for a Spotify wrapped starter ( agatha )

SONG: No One Mourns the Wicked (Wicked)

“Say, Potter —” Agatha began, studying the fourth Champion through furrowed brows. He was an enigma to her, and she was certain that all the other students currently attending Shiz, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Hogwarts felt the same way. “—if you have a minute, would you indulge my curiosity? There’s a certain philosophical debate amongst my students at Shiz, and I’m curious to hear your thoughts.”

“Do you think that people are born wicked, or do you think they have wickedness thrust upon them?”

[beirarowling]

Apologies for the rant and I'm sure you've already had these thoughts but I have been rereading the HP series recently and when it comes to the house elf storyline people always trot out the idea that Hermione is laughed at for SPEW and that shows JKR is racist or whatever.

However

I do not think it could be literally any more obvious that we are not supposed to be on the side of people laughing at her. That JKR is not on the side of people laughing at her. This the book series where the idea that "adults will fail you, they will be wrong, they will not believe you when they should and they will not listen when they should" has been a running plot point since chapter 1. That's why kids loved the books, it's why I loved the books. People laugh at her and she sticks to her guns anyway, she does exactly what Harry does throughout all the books but especially book 4/5 and people cannot wrap their heads around the idea that maybe they see her character's stance as right despite the overwhelming opposition from other characters is because that is exactly how it is written to be interpreted? That sometimes the person being derided by everyone around them is correct? That's a core theme of the books!

I reread the series this year too, I just finished Deathly Hallows :)

The ones who cannot understand the house elf storyline are so obtuse it's embarrassing. I believe that a lot of them are deliberately misinterpreting it just to make J.K. Rowling look bad. ("She's writing bigoted pro-slavery themes in her books! Boycott HP!") I read Goblet of Fire when I was 13, and instantly took Hermione's side. Of course I already loved Dobby after reading Chamber of Secrets so I was pro house elf rights since then. You're right that it's so obvious no one is supposed to be on the side of the people laughing at Hermione. Even Dumbledore agrees with her!

There are so many quotes from Order of the Phoenix that made me think of J.K. Rowling's persecution over the last few years. She's proven the core theme of the books is very close to her heart.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

The Riddle of Tom Riddle: Part 7/7

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6)

The Rise and Fall of Lord Voldemort (the second coming)

The final installment will explain some of Voldemort's odd behavior in the books themselves — from the ludicrous plan that was Goblet of Fire, to why he wasn't involved in the war and what he actually was trying to accomplish.

Alongside that, I want to make note of a few other interesting facets of Voldemort's character by the time we meet him in the books.

What the Hell was he Planning in GOF?

So, a lot of fans poke fun at Tom for the over-convoluted mess that was GOF. Because, really, there are so many moving parts here and so many failure points... and there's literally no reason to wait the whole year when Barty (Moody) could just pluck Harry whenever. I mean, it would've been better to just kidnap him on one of the chances Barty had access to Harry alone throughout the year, why the wait?

Well, I believe the plan in book 4, was not Voldemort's plan, but Barty's. And I have some evidence of what Voldemort had planned:

There was a pause, and then the man called Wormtail spoke again. “My Lord, may I ask how long we are going to stay here?” “A week,” said the cold voice. “Perhaps longer…

(Goblet of Fire, page 23)

Early on in the book, before Barty returns to his service, Tom makes the above comment. He isn't planning on staying in Riddle Manor for long. He's talking about a week, maybe a month, not a whole year. Whatever plan he had to retrieve Harry was not a year-long plan at the beginning of the book.

“Because, fool, at this very moment wizards are pouring into the country from all over the world, and every meddler from the Ministry of Magic will be on duty, on the watch for signs of unusual activity, checking and double-checking identities. They will be obsessed with security, lest the Muggles notice anything. So we wait.”

(Goblet of Fire, page 24)

And the reason for this few weeks' wait is the World Cup. Voldemort planned on waiting until the Quidditch World Cup was over and then had Pettigrew kidnap Harry somehow before Hogwarts (this conversation is in early August).

“I have my reasons for using the boy, as I have already explained to you, and I will use no other. I have waited thirteen years. A few more months will make no difference. As for the protection surrounding the boy, I believe my plan will be effective.

(Goblet of Fire, page 26)

And he makes it clear the plan is to use Harry for the ritual, but he's still talking about a few months max of delay, not a whole year. So what changed?

Barty did. Barty came along after the Quidditch World Cup and changed the plan to retrieve Harry. And why would Barty take this long?

Well, I have a post in the works about Barty Crouch Jr. that would explain just that and more. But for now, what I can say, is that the GOF plan was more Barty's than Voldemort's.

As for Voldemort's reasons for using Harry in the ritual, well, there are two reasons here:

Lily's blood protection - which Voldemort wishes to circumvent

His unhealthy obsession with Harry Potter that I talk about more in this post.

Objective in the War

So, as I covered here, Voldemort wasn't really taking an active part in the Second Wizarding World (if he was Umbridge wouldn't have been able to strut around with Slytherin's locket). So if he isn't involved in the war, what is he doing? Why did he start the war?

Well, in the first war, Voldemort's objective was magical experimentation and discovery, in the second his goals are quite different. It's seen in how much more chaotic the war is. Voldemort's goal is so much more personal and emotional to him, that he doesn't care how much collateral damage his Death Eaters cause in the second war. Because of the second war, Tom is less mentally stable than the first one. But not due to some Dark Magic bullshit, but due to his actual psychological state.

As I already covered in the past posts in this series, Tom is a perfectionist. Tom Marvolo Riddle doesn't do failure. He had 12 NWETS, all Os, he was prefect and head boy. Saying he doesn't like failing is an understatement. Honestly, I'd say failure is the one thing this man fears and hates more than death.

And what is his one failure in his perfect track record of Os and victories?

It's Harry Potter.

Harry Potter, whose very moniker: "The Boy Who Lived" mocks this very failure. Failing to kill Harry Potter.

This leads us to what Voldemort is doing in the second war: Attempting to kill Harry Potter like nothing else exists. Which leads us to the next section:

Obsession With Harry Potter

I don't feel like people realize just how obsessed Voldemort is with Harry. How much Harry is literally the only thing Voldemort cares about in the second war. More than his Death Eaters, more than the ministry, even more than his life.

Throughout his resurrection scene, we have a few interesting moments, I'm not going to cover all of them, but I wanna talk about these two:

“A little break,” said Voldemort, the slit-like nostrils dilating with excitement, “a little pause . . . That hurt, didn’t it, Harry? You don’t want me to do that again, do you?”

(Goblet of Fire, page 661)

“We are not playing hide-and-seek, Harry,” said Voldemort’s soft, cold voice, drawing nearer, as the Death Eaters laughed. “You cannot hide from me. Does this mean you are tired of our duel? Does this mean that you would prefer me to finish it now, Harry? Come out, Harry . . . come out and play, then . . . it will be quick . . . it might even be painless . . . I would not know . . . I have never died. . . .

(Goblet of Fire, page 662)

Both of these are moments I call: "playing with his food". He's playing with Harry, toying with him, and actually seems to honestly enjoy himself playing around and torturing and terrifying Harry. This is interesting because Voldemort doesn't toy around with his enemies, like, ever. He tortures and gloats in front of his Death Eaters, but not in front of enemies, with enemies he does the logical thing — try to kill them as quickly as possible.

Except with Harry. Why?

Because Harry is different. He's a whole different category for Voldemort.

Voldemort doesn't really see Harry as a person, not really, he sees him as a failure. His own failure. Harry Potter, to Voldemort, is that one slightly wrong answer in an exam that lost him the two points he needed for that perfect O. Harry is a stain on his perfect record, and therefore Voldemort treats him as such, and not as an actual person.

“Do nothing!” Voldemort shrieked to the Death Eaters, and Harry saw his red eyes wide with astonishment at what was happening, saw him fighting to break the thread of light still connecting his wand with Harry’s; Harry held onto his wand more tightly, with both hands, and the golden thread remained unbroken. “Do nothing unless I command you!” Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters.

….

Voldemort who looked astonished, and almost fearful. . . .

(Goblet of Fire, page 664)

This is when Voldemort starts taking Harry seriously. I mentioned he didn't really believe the prophecy, well, he didn't until the graveyard when his and Harry's wands met. That fear, that's real, this is when Harry becomes a threat and not only a failure.

Additionally, we see here something Voldemort will continue doing throughout the war. Harry — well, killing Harry — is the only thing Voldemort cares about in the Second War, but it's more than that. because Harry is his failure only he is allowed to kill Harry. He doesn't care who kills Dumbledore, but only he is allowed to kill Harry even in the later books.

In OOTP, what is Voldemort doing? He's sending Death Eaters to retrieve the prophecy. Why? Because now he knows it and Harry is a real threat. It's not about the war, it's all about Harry and the prophecy connecting them. He hopes it'll tell him how to kill Harry.

In HBP, Voldemort isn't really present either. He doesn't care what his Death Eaters do, he isn't expecting Malfoy to succeed in killing Dumbledore. He only cares about figuring out what happened with his and Harry's wands because Voldemort needs to be the one to kill Harry Potter with his own wand, otherwise, he wouldn't really be rectifying his failure. In his mind.

“My Lord, the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Harry Potter from his current place of safety on Saturday next, at nightfall.” The interest around the table sharpened palpably; Some stiffened, others fidgeted, all gazing at Snape and Voldemort. “Saturday . . . at nightfall,” repeated Voldemort. His red eyes fastened upon Snape’s black ones with such intensity that some of the watchers looked away, apparently fearful that they themselves would be scorched by the ferocity of the gaze.

(Deathly Hollows, page 9)

Even when the war is in full swing by Deathly Hollows, Voldemort doesn't care for the war. He wasn't even in Britain for most of it. But when it comes to Harry Potter, a chance to kill Harry potter, for that Voldemort would grace his followers with his presence. But if it has nothing to do with Harry, he just won't be interested.

Voldemort looked up at the slowly revolving body as he went on, “ I shall attend to the boy in person. There have been too many mistakes where Harry Potter is concerned. Some of them have been my own. That Potter lives is due more to my errors than to his triumphs.” The company around the table watched Voldemort apprehensively, each of them, but his or her expression, afraid that they might be blamed for Harry Potter’s continued existence. Voldemort, however, seemed to be speaking more to himself than to any of them, still addressing the unconscious body above him. “I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best-laid plans. But I know better now. I understand those things that I did not understand before. I must be the one to kill Harry Potter, and I shall be.”

(Deathly Hollows, page 11)

here, again, Voldemort explains what I just said. He sees Harry as his failure, his error, his mistake, And Tom Riddle despises nothing more than a mistake.

And he explains why that, the fact Harry is alive is due to his mistakes, that he has to be the one to kill him. Voldemort doesn't care about winning the war, or the ministry, or his followers — he just needs to cast a killing curse at Harry and kill him. To rectify that one mistake.

More, Rowle, or shall we end it and feed you to Nagini? Lord Voldemort is not sure that he will forgive this time. . . . You called me back for this, to tell me that Harry Potter has escaped again? Draco, give Rowle another taste of our displeasure. . . . Do it, or feel my wrath yourself!”

(Deathly Hollows, page 152)

Again, Voldemort isn't in Britain, but when his followers informed him they had Harry Potter, he dropped everything and arrived in Britain. Because killing Harry is literally the only thing that matters to him by this point.

“Give me Harry Potter,” said Voldemort’s voice, “and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you should be rewarded. “You have until midnight.”

(Deathly Hollows, page 516)

And we see it again, nothing matters, no victory matters, besides killing Harry Potter.

“My wand of yew did everything of which I asked it, Severus, except to kill Harry Potter. Twice it failed. Ollivander told me under torture of the twin cores, told me to take another’s wand. I did so, but Lucius’s wand shattered upon meeting Potter’s.”

(Deathly Hollows, page 553)

Here he describes what he's been doing for the entirety of books 6 and 7. Trying to find a wand so he could kill Harry with it. Because that's the only thing that mattered to him. It's why he kidnapped and tortured Ollivanders. It's why he traveled to Germany to track down the Elder Wand. It's why he's killing Severus in this above scene.

And here again, there is an emphasis on failure, mistakes, that his wand failed him. Because that's what Harry is to him — a failure.

Because he wants to kill Harry himself with a wand. This obsession is the thing fueling all his actions in the Second War.

And still, Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the boy standing before him, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth. “Harry Potter,” he said very softly His voice might have been part of the splitting fire. “The Boy Who Lived.” None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his— Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded.

(Deathly Hollows, page 593)

And when he finally does get what he wants, he's happy, curious, and warry. He doesn't fully believe Harry would actually die (which he doesn't).

I just love this description, his head a little to the side like a curious child. Because he is childish in a way at this moment. He finally can rectify the one stain on his perfect record and he could barely believe it really is happening.

Unlike in the graveyard, here he isn't gloating. Contrary to his words, about how Harry only survived by luck, he does fear Harry. Well, his survival. Voldemort actually does believe the prophecy by this point, that there's something more than his own failure stopping him from killing Harry — and keeping him dead.

Because it's easy to believe, almost comforting even, that it's not just his mistakes.

“Yeah, it did,” said Harry. “You’re right. But before you try to kill me, I’d advise you to think about what you’ve done. . . . Think, and try for some remorse, Riddle. . . .” “What is this?” Of all the things that Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had shocked Voldemort like this. Harry saw his pupils contact to thin slits, saw the skin around his eyes whiten. “It’s your one last chance,” said Harry, “it’s all you’ve got left. . . . I’ve seen what you’ll be otherwise. . . . Be a man . . . try . . . Try for some remorse. . . .” “You dare—?” said Voldemort again. “Yes, I dare,” said Harry, “because Dumbledore’s last plan hasn’t backfired on me at all. It’s backfired on you, Riddle.” Voldemort’s hand was trembling on the Elder Wand, and Harry gripped Draco’s very tightly. The moment, he knew, was seconds away.

(Deathly Hollows, page 625)

Right before his death, Harry gloats at him about his mistakes, and how wrong he got it all.

And there is nothing Tom Riddle hates more.

Other Notes

Now, I want to cover a few other smaller notes about Voldemort's character that just didn't really fit anywhere else:

Voldemort in the books almost never shouts. He is described as speaking: "softly" because he doesn't need to be loud. He's intimidating just by his presence alone, when he speaks, everyone shuts up and listens:

“We are not playing hide-and-seek, Harry,” said Voldemort’s soft, cold voice, drawing nearer, as the Death Eaters laughed.

(Goblet of Fire, page 662)

2. As I mentioned before in this series, Voldemort is sentimental. His own past and family, even when they hated him, he cares. He cares so much that his father's abandonment still hurts decades later:

“You stand, Harry Potter, upon the remains of my late father,” he hissed softly. “A Muggle and a fool . . . very like your dear mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? Your mother died to defend you as a child . . . and I killed my father, and see how useful he has proved himself, in death. . . .” Voldemort laughed again. Up and down he paced, looking all around him as he walked, and the snake continued to circle in the grass. “You see that house upon the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother, a witch who lived here in this village, fell in love with him. But he abandoned her when she told him what she was. . . . He didn’t like magic, my father . . . “He left her and returned to his Muggle parents before I was even born, Potter, and she died giving birth to me, leaving me to be raised in a Muggle orphanage . . . but I vowed to find him . . . I revenged myself upon him, that fool who gave me his name . . . Tom Riddle. . . .” Still he paced, his red eyes darting from grave to grave. “Listen to me, reliving family history . . .” he said quietly, “why, I am growing quite sentimental. . . . But look, Harry! My true family returns. . . .”

(Goblet of Fire, page 646)

3. He loves to monologue. I think he just honestly enjoyed hearing himself talk:

“I see you all, whole and healthy, with your powers intact — such prompt appearances! — and I ask myself . . . why did this band of wizards never come to the aid of their master, to whom they swore eternal loyalty?” No one spoke. No one moved except Wormtail, who was upon the ground, still sobbing over his bleeding arm. “And I answer myself,” whispered Voldemort, “they must have believed me broken, they thought I was gone. They slipped back among my enemies, and they pleaded innocence, and ignorance, and bewitchment. . . . “And then I ask myself, but how could they have believed I would not rise again? They, who knew the steps I took, long ago, to guard myself against mortal death? They, who had seen proofs of the immensity of my power in the times when I was mightier than any wizard living? “And I answer myself, perhaps they believed a still greater power could exist, one that could vanquish even Lord Voldemort . . . perhaps they now pay allegiance to another . . . perhaps that champion of commoners, of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?” At the mention of Dumbledore’s name, the members of the circle stirred, and some muttered and shook their heads. Voldemort ignored them. “It is a disappointment to me . . . I confess myself disappointed. . . .”

(Goblet of Fire, page 648)

Also I can't help but find this scene funny. "And I ask myself" — "and I answer myself", Tom's just having fun toying with his followers and their fear here (pulse being dramatic). He, in general, does have a sense of fun. He even makes stupid puns:

“I knew that to achieve this — it is an old piece of Dark Magic, the potion that revived me tonight — I would need three powerful ingredients. Well, one of them was already at hand, was it not, Wormtail? Flesh given by a servant. . . .

(Goblet of Fire, page 656)

He's way funnier than we give him credit (and dorkier).

4. I mentioned he didn't plan to truly live forever in a past post, after all, if he did, he would've hidden his Horcruxes better. And yet, he despises the very idea of death:

“You do not seek to kill me, Dumbledore?” called Voldemort, his scarlet eyes narrowed over the top of the shield. “Above such brutality, are you?” “We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom,” Dumbledore said calmly, continuing to walk toward Voldemort as though he had not a fear in the world, as though nothing had happened to interrupt his stroll up the hall. “Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I admit —” “There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!” snarled Voldemort.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 812)

Voldemort is still, at this moment, is still the orphan at the bomb shelters who doesn't want to die. Death is the worst thing to him because death means everything is over, that he had his chance at life and that's it. Death is the end of the road. It's the ultimate failing, the ultimate loss — something to overcome. At least in Voldemort's mind. Because Tom doesn't do failure. His hatred of death is exasperated by his perfectionism and because of how he sees death.

But even so, he made sure to leave an opening, a chance for him to die if he ever desired it.

Conclusions

The only thing Voldemort cared about in the Second War was killing Harry. Killing Harry Potter was the end goal that motivated all his actions.

He's a perfectionist more than anything else. Dumbledore said Tom feared death the most, but I disagree. What he feared most id failure — his own failure — death was an extension of that, in a way.

Voldemort doesn't need to raise his voice, the fact he speaks softly is a testament to how terrifying he is to others.

He's quite sentimental. I mentioned it before and I'll mention it again.

He has a sense of humor and actually loves to talk and hear his own voice.

[askereiniongilgalad]

🎶 “Tunes of the Crown” 🎶

Managing the Noldor? It's a full-time balancing act. Between Galadriel’s messes, Elrond feeling more dwarvish than elvish, and Celebrimbor’s questionable choice of guests, my life swings between a symphony and a tragic opera—depending on who’s causing trouble that day. 🔥

Here are my top picks:

• “Manic Monday” – Because, let’s be real, every day in Lindon is Monday.

• “I’m Still Standing” – Somehow. Against all odds. Barely.

• “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” – Except when they actually have to do the work. (Looking at you, Elrond.)

🎧 Grab a goblet of wine 🍷, press play, and bask in my highly kingly vibe. If nothing else, this playlist proves that even under stress, I’ve got rhythm—and style. 👑✨ And oh yes, there are more playlists. I’ll explain… eventually. 🎶 A special thanks to @marshmellin and @greenleaf4stuff who inspired me to share this with you. 🙌✨ ---------------------------------------------------------- The complete list

1. “Manic Monday” – The Bangles Every day is filled with meetings, decisions, and fires (literal and metaphorical).

2. “I’m Still Standing” – Elton John Surviving Galadriel, Elrond and Celebrimbor

3. “Under Pressure” – Queen & David Bowie Being High King is 90% stress, 10% actual ruling. And no, the 10% isn’t the fun part.

4. “Shake It Off” – Taylor Swift Galadriel storms into my office on daily basis; Elrond insists he ‘has a plan.’ I laugh. What else can you do?

5. “Boss Bitch” – Doja Cat Let’s be honest: I am the boss.

6. “Take a Bow” – Madonna After saving Middle-earth again, you’d think I’d get a standing ovation. Instead, I get more paperwork.

7. “The Climb” – Miley Cyrus Leadership is a constant uphill battle. Good thing I’m great at it.

8. “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” – Tears for Fears Until they meet their first dwarf king or Galadriel in a bad mood. 9. “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” – Green Day Even kings get reflective. Usually around the third goblet.

10. “All Star” – Smash Mouth Let’s be real: Middle-earth would fall apart without me. MVP, every year, without fail.

11. “Survivor” – Destiny’s Child Holding Lindon together, one crisis at a time.

12. “You Can’t Hurry Love” – The Supremes Elrond, take note: Leadership takes time. Also, stop inching toward the door. (credit to mashmellin)

13. “Viva La Vida” – Coldplay Reflecting on my legacy. And the chaos. Mostly the chaos.

14. “9 to 5” – Dolly Parton If only ruling were 9 to 5. Try 24/7. With overtime. And no pay raise in millennia.

15. “No Time to Die” – Billie Ellish My duty doesn’t end, even when I do, and even then, I’m sure I’ll get a posthumous task list. 16. "This One's for the girls ” – Martina McBride @marshmellin addition to this list <3 17. “Golden Leaves” – Bear McCreary (feat. the mortal pretending to be me) Every king needs his anthem 👑🍂✨

[animentality]

I just wanna remind the class that Sirius Black was an awful character. He basically did nothing to help or protect Harry through all of the books where he was alive, and while I agree that Harry sucks, and I wouldn't want to protect him either, it's still a mark against his character and speaks to like, the total incompetence of JK Rowling as a writer.

In book 3 he endangered the trio by dragging Pettigrew under the Whomping Willow and getting them involved in his bullshit, when he could've just waited for a better opportunity instead of literally diving on Ron in front of his friends and dragging his ass away. Like really? Harry is in Gryffindor, idiot, he's not gonna let his best friend get eaten by a dog. Also Harry had to watch his parents die. You really wanted him to watch you murder a guy? You're stupid as hell.

You're also a fucking dog, and Pettigrew is a RAT. Neither of you have a wand. You can easily outpace a rat and then tackle him if he tries to change into a human. Also Crookshanks. Corner him when he tries to make a run for it. Don't dive on him when there are people around.

Also even if he runs, what the fuck is stopping you?

You have nothing going on. No 9 am meetings. Chase him away from Hogwarts so you can hunt his ass in peace. Don't bring Harry into it at all. You have nothing but time.

Then the only good thing he does is lose Pettigrew, vaguely save the kids from a werewolf, which is kind of his fucking fault, I might add.

And then passes out so that Harry can save HIM. Then he has to be saved again from returning to Azkaban.

Now you can at least excuse book 3 Sirius because the guy is absolutely nuts after 12 years in evil wizard prison. He's cracked and he's not thinking straight. And him being hunted by the government isn't really his fault. He's a red herring. The big plot twist is that he's not evil and that's "fine." It's acceptable.

But book 4?

Oh my god he's so useless.

He's there for Harry to send letters to, and then NOT help him at all.

The only thing he does is get interrupted by Ron before he can tell Harry to do something really stupid, which is hit the dragon in the fucking eye, something that could've easily gotten him burned or stomped on, or still hit with the Horntail's tail. Harry basically figured it out because of fake Moody, not Sirius.

Then Sirius' guidance is just a red herring of "oooh watch karkaroff" gee thanks buddy.

I'm so glad you're here just so JK Rowling can misdirect the audience. Again.

He also gives exposition about Barty Crouch.

Again, for the misdirect, of thinking Barty Crouch is bad.

But that's it.

There are far better ways to give exposition on Crouch. I'd argue the movie did it better and in a more dramatic way.

He then does nothing whatsoever to help Harry with the 2nd or 3rd tasks. His greatest utility is as a support animal at the end of book 4.

It's actually amazing how he does nothing for the entirety of Goblet of Fire.

He basically just comes back to Britain so he can die in the next book.

And then that's where he's at his worst before dying.

He encourages Harry to do dangerous and stupid things. He does stupid things himself and makes Harry, the 15 year old boy, worry about him, a grown ass man, because he hates being home.

I know that people have childhood trauma and all that, but for fucks sake.

He would not be a suitable guardian for a child ever because he puts himself first.

And before you fuckheads start insisting that's the "tragedy" of his character and it's so emotional and deep, yak yak, I don't want to hear it because he's a fucking plot device before a character.

His whole role in book 5 is to make you think he's gonna do something stupid.

And then he does.

And then he dies.

And it's crazy because he's a wildly popular character, despite the fact that he's terrible. But I can't even really criticize the popularity, because it's mostly carried by Gary Oldman being hot, and also doing a way better job of making us give a shit about him.

I can't express enough how absolutely stupid and awful it was for Sirius to brush Harry off when he was afraid he was becoming evil after seeing nagini attack Arthur!! this is the last fucking book Sirius is alive and this is like the last time they really get to talk one on one.

the scene with Gary Oldman telling him he's not evil... it literally outweighs every fucking Sirius Black scene in the goddamn books!! and it's an original scene.

the director realized that we have to remember we actually like Sirius because of how little he has to do in the main plots.

but it fucking worked.

the warmth that Gary Oldman exudes in that movie is genuinely charming.

but the book Sirius???

NOT. IT.

There's nothing wrong inherently with excusing some of this crap for drama or storytelling purposes, I just object to the fact that the character himself could've been far more interesting and sympathetic.

He could've actually been helpful or proactive or had something to do with the plot that wasn't just acting as a red herring, which I might add he did literally 3 times. First he's not a villain, second it's not Karkaroff or Crouch, and then third he's not actually in the ministry building, Harry's just an idiot.

The childhood best friend of a kids dead father has so much potential.

But he's shuffled and sidelined and treated like a prop before a person. His charming nature is just for fun, it doesn't actually bring anything out of Harry, aside from the protectiveness he feels for all of his friends.

He's vaguely funny sometimes and cracks a few jokes and tells the kids they're dumb every once and a while.

And that's it.

I really can't express enough how absolutely fumbled his character is. We don't get enough of him talking about James or his time at Hogwarts.

Ironically Snape gives Harry way more info on what his dad was like, in like, all of his flashback scenes.

We never got to see the warm side of James that wasn't associated with bullying Snape.

Sirius would've been a great way to balance that out... but we never get his perspective on it.

He's there to dump exposition and be saved.

And it's such a waste.

[thechosengryffindor]

Tag drop since im trying to be professional.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Wrap Around Pt.1

Pairing(s): Oberyn Martell x Martell!Reader, Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand

Warnings: siblingxsibling implied, longing

Words: 2033

Summary: Oberyn was beside himself at the return of his baby sister (y/n). For a year she had been off in Essos, experiencing the rest of the world outside of the safety of Sunspear. Now she was returning to Dorne. Returning to Oberyn.

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANY OF THE WARNINGS/TAGS

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“Her ship still isn’t here yet?” Irritated, Oberyn makes the servant squirm uncomfortably under his scrutinizing gaze. Normally Oberyn was quick to please and in a jolly mood. There was none of that.

“No, your Grace. Her ship seems to be lagging.” He awkwardly informs the Prince of Dorne.

Near the archway of his chambers, Ellaria was lounging on a long, cushioned bench. She watches as the poor boy flees once given permission by Oberyn. “Calm down, my love. The ship will get here when it gets here. You yelling at squires won’t make it sail any faster.”

His brow was tense on his handsome face. “I haven’t seen my baby sister in a year. I need to see her face. It’s been far too long.”

Ellaria coles and rises, her robes flowing after her as she glides over to Oberyn. Hands smooth out Oberyn’s knotted shoulders. (y/n)’s initial departure had been hard enough on Oberyn. For days after Ellaria stayed by his side as he longed for his sister. Now that she was returning, he was once more growing impatient on her arrival.

She kisses the length of his neck, feeling his form relax under her touch. “You know how arduous traveling by sea is. The wait will be worth it once you see her.”

Closing his eyes, Oberyn sighs and allows Ellaria to lead him to a chair. Dutifully pouring him a goblet of rich Dornish red. Dark as blood but oh so sweet on the tongue.

He should have never let (y/n) leave for Essos. She claimed that she wanted to see more of the world and since she was not allowed to go to Westeros on her own (Oberyn had already lost one sister there, he wasn’t going to lose another), her brothers relented. Giving her a ship to Essos was safer than having her travel in Westeros where Lannisters and Tyrells could easily prey upon her. For so long after Elia’s death, Oberyn kept her safe in Dorne. No one would dare to take his young sister from their own home. (y/n) wanted to spread her wings though. Too headstrong to be tethered down. She was not delicate like Doran and Elia had been. There was venom in her, a will that couldn’t be broken, nor did Oberyn ever want to. He loved (y/n), faults and all of her fire.

“If she comes back with a boy, you must promise not to hurt him.” Ellaria suddenly muses while petting his dark head.

The thought hadn’t even occurred to Oberyn before. (y/n) was of perfect marrying age and much like himself had a healthy carnal appetite. What if she had decided to bring someone home? Perhaps when she visited Trystane in Norvos where his mother lived their nephew might have introduced her to someone. A beautiful foreigner that peaked her interests enough for her to want to bring them home. It made Oberyn’s stomach drop.

“Then the boy must be ready to prove himself. No man is worthy of my sister if they are not prepared to fight me.”

Ellaria knew that there was more to it. Expert hands fann on his broad shoulders and begin to knead them. “Even here, feelings like that are looked down upon.” They never spoke about it. Hardly brought it up because of the sadness that followed. Incest was rife in Westeros, but never in Dorne. Have a lover, even two if you like, but it could never be a sibling. That was the one taboo everyone agreed upon. It was viewed as unnatural, even damnable. And perhaps another reason why Doran was willing to give (y/n) her own ship to travel for months at a time. He saw what Ellaria did: a brother who loved his sister too much for comfort.

Not saying anything, Oberyn gingerly grabs one of Ellaria’s hands and pulls it down so that he could kiss her smooth knuckles. “I just want to see her.”

Off in the distance they could hear the low blow of a horn. Oberyn was on his feet in seconds, a big grin plastered on his face making him look ten years younger.

“She’s here!” **

Your heart rattled the cage of your chest once you caught sight of land and the shining top of Sunspear’s palace, even the looming vegetation of the Water Gardens could vaguely be seen.

The warm Dornish breeze kissed your face, welcoming you back home. Although you had fun during your solo journey, you sorely missed Sunspear and all the people that lived there. You wondered how much your nieces had changed, if they even did at all. Arianne and Tyene had been close companions to you growing up. The three of you spent your early adolescence playing in the Water Garden and flirting with whatever poor boy got stuck in your alluring trap. You loved Oberyn dearly, but you could never have fun with the opposite sex when he was around. Entangle yourself with another woman? Sure, go for it. But if Oberyn caught a whiff of a male scent, he was right there to scare them off. Being with your nieces did a lot of good for you as you were allowed to escape Oberyn at least for a few hours.

You smile to yourself when you think of your possessive brother.

Retrieving a piece of cloth that was normally tied to your wrist, you press it under your nose. After so long it still smelled like Oberyn. Before leaving for your first stop, Lys, you had snuck into Oberynb’s room and cut a strip of fabric from one of his shirts. A token to take with you, for even though he chased all the boys away, Oberyn was your favorite person. More than Arianne and Tyene. More than your older brother Doran. He was your light. When Elia was murdered, Oberyn slept in your room every night because of your haunting nightmares. He pressed you close to his bare chest and you drowned yourself in his calming scent. Cloves, spices, and a bit of natural musk was your security blanket.

The sway of the ship brought you back.

You’d be seeing him shortly. You let go of the scrap of cloth, ignoring it as it fell to the ground. There was no need for it anymore. You were home.

“(Y/N)!!”

Even through the shout, you knew who it was. The closer you got, the more you could make out Oberyn at the dock; hands cupped around his mouth as he called out to you. Two armed guards stood sentry behind Oberyn and Ellaria. Of course they would be the first ones to greet you.

Leaning over the side, you call out “OBERYN!!”

Then, to the deckhands utter shock, you did the unthinkable. Getting up on the ledge of the ship, you dove into the sparkling water below. Their screams were drowned out once the water enveloped you. Breaching the surface, you swim over to the dock’s shore where Oberyn was running to.

“You crazy girl!” Oberyn was laughing as he helped you up and out of the water. His own trousers getting wet in the process but neither of you cared. He grabbed onto you for dear life and nearly suffocated you in his embrace. That’s when you heard the delighted screams of your nieces running into the water as well. Arianne excitedly skipped in, her dress skirts immediately getting wet. Tyene was a little more hesitant than her cousin but lifted up the hem of her dress and waded in. While Nymeria was close behind Tyene, Obara and Ellaria chose to stay on shore.

Even though saltwater stung your eyes and soaked into your clothes, you had never been happier. In the arms of your family you felt secure and loved.

Being drenched from head to toe made the way back to Sunspear’s palace a little uncomfortable, but at least you weren’t the only one. Nymeria had charged in, knocking all four of you into the water. Oberyn’s long hair was dripping as was Arianne’s. The way back, Tyene sulked over her wet attire; silently shooting daggers over at her half-sister.

Before facing your brother Doran, the reigning Prince of Dorne, you desperately needed a bath and a change of clothes. Being in that state was okay when it was in front of Oberyn, not the eldest child of Prince Egemen and Bahar Martell. Even if he was your brother, you still had to appear proper in front of the ruler of Dorne.

Departing from your welcome wagon, you were taken for your required bath. It felt like heaven to slip out of your soiled garments and into the steaming hot water that the maids had quickly supplied for you.

Sprinkling small jasmine flowers into the water made the floral scent begin to rise and fill your nostrils. As fun as your travels had been, this was your home that you had missed.

Hadiye, a hand maid who had been with you for years, goes to answer a knock at your washroom door. You could hear her quiet protest. “Prince Oberyn, your sister is almost done with her bath.”

Quite easily, Oberyn pushed past her. “That’s alright. You forget that (y/n) and I used to bathe together as children. Nothing I haven’t seen before. Besides, I want to hear of her adventures in the vast land of Essos!”

Gawking at the prince that was now striding over to your massive tiled tub, Hadiye looks to you and Melisa who had been lathering your hair with essential oils at the time of Oberyn’s disruption. Melisa, who was lower in rank than Hadiye, takes a step away from you and bows in your brother’s presence.

He waves them off. “You two may leave. My sister and I have much to catch up on.”

From her nervous glances at you, you assure the women that it would be alright. Before you left, this had been normal. Oberyn barging in on you as you bathed so he could keep you company and talk. Still, you knew how much this fact made others uncomfortable. “Go on. Let Prince Doran know that I will be ready in a little bit.”

Obedient Hadiye bows and ushers Melisa out.

“Such fretting hens.” Oberyn clicks.

“They surely haven’t changed one bit.”

Finally the two of you were alone. Releasing a sigh as he gets down on his knees, Oberyn sits on the floor; back leisurely pressed against your tub. Of course he never looked directly at you while you bathed. That would be inappropriate.

“So tell me of the year I have missed out on.” **

He had hoped things would be different once (y/n) came home. That her and Oberyn would stop tip-toeing the line of being inappropriate with each other. Yet his retainer had just told him what Hadiye had relayed.

Prince Doran purses his lips and runs a hand over his brow. They had always been too close, even before Elia’s murder. Elia had fretted over the relationship her younger siblings had. She wanted (y/n) to be married as soon as possible, preferably to a Dornish lord so that (y/n) would not have to suffer in a foreign land. Doran knew better. If he were to marry off (y/n), Oberyn would bring upon the apocalypse. Many times he had stated that no man could take (y/n) unless they defeated him in combat. Which more than likely meant Oberyn would kill any potential suitors.

What to do about them was becoming quite a problem for Doran. No young lord wanted to risk their life in order to claim (y/n). His father had taught all he may need to know for ruling Dorne, except for this. Times like this made him miss Elia. Under her care, Oberyn and (y/n) were more docile. Oberyn kept his possessiveness at bay while (y/n) kept her encouragement to a minimum. They clung to one another furiously after Elia’s premature demise.

Even with his paramour, Ellaria, Oberyn kept a tight grip on (y/n) and vice versa. Like snakes entwined in their mating dance.

He feared for his younger siblings. Their attraction to each other would ruin them.

[greenerteacups]

Good morning GT, and thank you for the new chapter! I have loved the Bill-Fleur interactions in the last two chapters. I haven’t seen a lot of Fleur in Dramione, which makes sense because there’s not a lot of Fleur in canon? I feel like in book 4 she’s basically just Girl Contestant, coming in last place, with some foreshadowing of her checking out Bill and then no mention of her until book 6, where she’s a plot device for an interaction between Harry and Ginny. And the Weasley women dislike her because she’s… there? It feels misogynistic towards Fleur, and shows Molly and Ginny as catty.

Anyways, I guess I don’t have a question besides “Fleur?? Thoughts?” Her readiness to duel in the latest chapter brought to mind the image of her with a broken nose, blood pouring down her face, and performing magic that impresses even Hermione. And Ron’s sarcastic line of “almost like she’s good at this or something”, highlighting the fact that even Hermione had overlooked Fleur as a person with any above-average magical skill.

My Fleur lives her life according to two very important principles: "talk shit => get hit," and "life is too short to pretend I'm not beautiful." This is a characterization admittedly spun from limited canonical evidence, drawing mostly on her iconic "I am beautiful enough for both of us, I think!" clapback to Molly in Half-Blood Prince, which instantly converted me to Team Fleur forever. These are my semi-organized ramblings/two trains of thought on Fleur in canon.

Part 1: Factual basis: Any coherent reading of the text requires Fleur to be intelligent and capable as a witch. I mean. Sorry. There is no other reading that makes sense. She's the Beauxbatons champion — when we're given no reason to suspect Beauxbatons is any less rigorous than Hogwarts or Durmstrang — and she gets a job at Gringotts straight out of school. Where she is working alongside Bill, someone nine years her senior, also very smart/accomplished dude in his own right. And yeah, maybe she's not a Hermione-level genius, but she's still gotta have serious chops to hack it working (1) in her second language (2) in a foreign country (3) in the field of banking, and especially (4) in the field of MAGICAL banking. She's smart! She's qualified. Is she a little snobby? Yeah. Does she boss Ginny around during the wedding prep and maybe go bridezilla? Okay, yeah. Sure. But she's not shallow, bro, she's just hot and French.

Part 2: My conspiracy theory about the Fleurdemption arc in HBP. So Fleur is pretty much the butt of the joke in Goblet of Fire, and when it comes to the Tournament, she has bad luck. She goes 1 for 3, and she has to get bailed out by a 14-year-old in the Second Task. Not Great. (Though my hot take is that isn't her fault actually! Because everybody and their mom is cheating at the Triwizard Tournament. Harry gets told about the dragons by Hagrid, then told by Moody!Crouch to use his broomstick, then told about the egg by Cedric, then given gillyweed by Neville. Karkaroff is implied to be scheming for Krum, like, 24/7. Cedric is told about the dragons by Harry and then... actually, Cedric is pretty much on his own besides that, never mind. A king with integrity.) My point is: Fleur gets written off as a witch because (1) she's hot and therefore assumed to be unserious, (2) she eats shit in the Tournament (which doesn't help the "unserious" thing), and (3) her involvement after that being limited to Molly's New Public Enemy No. 1. Which makes sense in the context of Molly being written as a sort of old-fashioned possessive/bossy mother, but was not my favorite part of the books, because I thought the Fleur/Bill thing was cute. So my conspiracy theory is that Rowling gave Fleur that (iconic) moment of grace in HBP to try and make up for the fact that she was done kind of dirty in Goblet of Fire.

[siriusfeels]

“ THE LOST POTTER,, MASTERLIST

🗝 𓂃⊹ “You have the Potter name and blood, but you possess none of the power or prestige that comes with it.”

⁺˖ ⸝⸝ summary: Lilith Potter is the younger sister of Harry. She is always known as a shadow compared to her infamous brother. Lilith struggles to find her purpose and things become more sinister the fourth year of Hogwarts continues. Lilith finds out a dark secret about herself.

— genre : Harry Potter, story is based on Goblet Of Fire movie / Books. Lilith Potter, Mystery, angst, romance, Magic. Just everything Harry Potter lore offers fr. Love triangles ! Lgbt friendly.

.⋅〰. Chapter 1: Tournament? .⋅〰. Chapter 2 Lilith “Trouble” Potter .⋅〰. Chapter 3 Shut up Draco .⋅〰. Chapter 4 Consequences .⋅〰. Chapter 5 Killing Curse .⋅〰. Chapter 6 Black Lagoon .⋅〰. Chapter 7 Do you know me? .⋅〰. Chapter 8 The chosen one .⋅〰. Chapter 9 The Cursed Child .⋅〰. Chapter 10 Prophecy

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[luxtout]

Flames Unveiled (Chapter 7- Blue and Black) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Summary: After six years living away from Kings Landing, you and your family are summoned back, for reasons unknown. Your mother, Rhaenyra, has different plans for you. You swore to always protect your family, but at what cost?

Warning: References to / semi/sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst

Tagged: @faesspace

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Y/N Velaryon was a very stubborn girl. Her tongue was as sharp as Valyrian Steel; once angered, she would spit fire like a dragon.

The night Daemon caught her outside the Keep, she knew she would be in trouble. She thrashed and bit, trying to wiggle out of his grip, but to no avail.

While she and Aegon were in the tavern in Flea Bottom, the gold cloaks alerted Daemon of their leaving, prompting him to rally enough loyal men to try and find her.

Daemon was genuinely relieved he found her before anyone else could, but he knew she would not listen to him. He awoke Rhaenyra before he left, and she remained in Y/N's chamber until Daemon brought her back.

"What were you thinking?" Rhaenyra grabbed her daughter's face, yelling loud enough everyone could hear her from Dorne to the Wall.

"Let go!" Y/N slurred. "Aegon is still out there."

Rhaenyra pinched her cheeks, glaring daggers at her eldest child, while Daemon spoke, "He was found moments after you. It doesn't make going out to Flea Bottom any less dangerous. You saw how quickly you two were separated."

Y/N bit her cheek, unable to speak. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes as she finally croaked out, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? I have half a mind to cancel everything!" Rhaenyra snapped but then took a deep breath, holding her stomach. "But... it is far too late."

Y/N beamed, "Thank you, Mother. I will never do it again."

"You are right, you won't. You are to stay in your chamber until the guests arrive. You will remain here, and the guards will watch over all passageways," Rhaenyra said, smiling and softly rubbing her daughter's hair.

During that same night, a drunken Aegon was cornered by his brother. His personal guard found him, luckily without alerting his mother, but he was thrown into his chambers and locked in.

He sat muttering to himself when the door to his chambers opened. He didn't move, only poured himself another goblet of wine and downed it in one go.

"Aegon," Aemond's voice was flat, noting the blood on his hands. "What has happened?"

Aegon sucked in air through his teeth. "Who else knows?"

Aemond didn't speak for a moment, taking in the state of his older brother. "No one. I was... out when I heard the commotion."

Aegon tilted his head back, "Did they find Y/N?"

At the mention of her name, Aemond froze, his face burning after hearing her name from his brother's lips. "Y/N?"

Another sip of his wine, Aegon licked his lips, "We were down there. The crowd... we got separated."

Aemond stood frozen, "They must've found her."

Aegon nodded slightly before feeling a strike behind his head, "What was that for?"

"You took her out there. Did you not think if someone were to see? Did you consider the scandal?"

Aegon chuckled, pointing his finger, "Scandal. What exactly happened in that carriage earlier today? Or were you just trying to make a big show?"

Aemond clenched his jaw, smirking slightly before backing out of the room, but not before adding, "You're lucky I showed up and not Mother."

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Lyrax roared as he soared around the Keep, the town teeming with carriages. Despite the nearing midday sun, you showed no inclination to land.

On the day your confinement ended, you left without a word early in the morning. Aware of the impending trouble with your mother upon her discovery, today was a day you chose not to care.

"All those people down there," you pointed, "Are here for me. I won't be able to see you for the next few days, Lyrax."

Lyrax cooed in understanding as you spoke, comprehending every word. The roads leading to the Keep were blocked from Kings Landing to as far as Lyrax could fly.

A glint of light seized your attention, someone reflecting the sun's rays on your dragon.

"Gīda, Lyrax." You steadied his body, sitting upright, trying to locate the source of the light. Squinting, you found the reflection originating from a tower within the Keep.

Seizing the reins, you leaned down to guide Lyrax toward the Keep. Lords and ladies gazed skyward in wonder as Lyrax roared while passing them, circling around the Keep.

Everyone gawked at Lyrax, understanding the honor of being the first to see the Princess before the celebrations.

"Lyrax, Dracarys." You smiled, feeling him vibrate, turning away from the crowd as he spewed flames into the sea. The warmth on your cheeks hinted at the impending stern talk your mother would have upon your return, yet the crowd below cheered.

Observing the overhead sun casting its rays, you realized the stress had taken its toll. Your plans upon landing involved bathing, donning fine silk attire, perfecting your hair, and behaving as a proper lady. Your head spun, compelling you to rest against the saddle, shading your eyes with your arm. "Gīda, Lyrax. I'm going to... rest my eyes."

As you awoke, the sky was awash in pink and orange hues. Lyrax continued his steady flight, circling Kings Landing multiple times. Panic surged as you realized how late you would be.

"Shit! Shit, Lyrax. The feast should start within the hour, and I'm... shit!" You cried out, seizing the reins and guiding Lyrax to the dragon pit. Despite your urgency, Lyrax seemed to prolong his landing, circling the pit, much to your dismay, perhaps reveling in a bit of torment.

Thankfully, a carriage stood nearby, guarded by a sentinel. "Princess, shouldn't you be at the Keep by now?"

Your glare could cut stone. "I should be, but that won't happen if this carriage doesn't move." You took a seat, feeling the sudden jolt as it began to roll along the cobblestone road. Your leg bounced harshly against the seat until the carriage abruptly stopped.

"What's going on? Why have we stopped?" You peered out the window to see a line of halted carriages. "No! Shit, shit!"

You clambered out of the carriage in haste, ignoring the guard's shouts to return. Waiting would make you horribly late. Adrenaline surged as you leaped over crates, stumbling against walls, and unintentionally startling horses. Your legs carried you from the Dragon Pit to the Red Keep within minutes, a feat you could scarcely believe you accomplished without becoming ill.

Hurrying up the Keep's stairs, you were met with smiles and murmurs from lords and ladies alike. "Princess."

"Sister!" Jace's voice echoed through the halls to your chamber. "Why aren't you ready?"

You let out a shaky breath, turning as you continued walking towards your chambers. "I lost track of time."

Jace chuckled, "Well, you'd better hurry, you only have-"

"I'll see you in the Great Hall, brother!" You called out anxiously, swiftly finding your doorknob and slipping into your chamber.

Mara stood near the tub, her arms crossed, and her hair secured under a scarf. "Where have you been? The bath's gone cold, and we don't have enough time to do your hair! Seven hells, you smell of dragon!"

You began to discard your clothes. "I understand, Mara, and I'm just as anxious as you are."

On your bed lay your dress. You eyed it briefly before sinking into the frigid tub. Mara secured your hair to keep it dry, then meticulously scrubbed you with lavender soaps and oils, almost scrubbing your skin raw. After helping you out of the tub, she gently applied lavender lotions before assisting you in dressing.

The dress, adorned in House Velaryon's signature colors of silver and aquamarine, was a sight to behold. As Mara slipped it on, deftly tightening the back, you examined its front. The off-the-shoulder design featured tight sleeves cascading into a flowing cape-like effect. Its sweetheart neckline and the intricate silver and white embroidery on the sleeves and bodice added a regal touch. Image at the bottom of page, just ignore the crown)

Seated for your hair brushing, Mara skillfully twisted the front strands, forming them into a braided bun while allowing the rest of your waves to fall gracefully down your back. As she placed earrings in your ears, a tear formed in her eye.

"You look like... a true princess."

You managed a smile, though the realization of being late made your heart dip.

In the Great Hall, everyone was seated, engaged in conversations, their eyes periodically shifting towards the imposing wooden doors. The King, with a smile alternating between his table and an empty chair beside his daughter Rhaenyra, observed the room. Rhaenyra leaned in to whisper to Daemon, her face etched with worry as she tenderly rubbed her swollen stomach. Across the table, Aegon was nearing tipsiness, swiftly downing another glass of wine. Aemond, nursing his drink, leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the door. Despite his confusion over the grand event being thrown in your honor, he bit his tongue and waited.

The music softly played, serving as a background to the anxious ears and eyes that awaited the commotion behind the door between you, your handmaiden, and the guards.

"Yes, I know I'm late! The dress is fine, I'm fine. Hands, hands!" The door creaked open, revealing you clutching your skirts, finally releasing them. The room's collective gaze made your stomach flip, prompting you to briskly make your way toward the table by the Iron Throne.

The Queen smiled down at you as you approached, as did your mother. Rhaenyra rose from her seat, followed by Daemon and your brothers, Jace and Luke attempting to conceal their smirks, albeit unsuccessfully.

On the opposite side, you noticed Aegon and Aemond. Aegon stood, raising his glass with a tormentor's smirk plastered on his face. Helaena stood beside him, clapping and smiling as you drew near. By this time, everyone was standing, yet Aemond rose to his feet last, wearing a smirk that differed greatly from his brother's, though you couldn't quite decipher it.

Moving around the table, the silence felt oppressive; your heels clicked as you approached your grandsire, planting a kiss on his cheek before turning to your mother and doing the same to her. As you settled into your seat, everyone followed suit, leaving only the King standing.

"Let me express my gratitude to all of you for traveling great distances to join in these celebrations. We are truly blessed to have Princess Y/N back with us after her prolonged stay on Dragonstone. Today, on her nameday, my daughter Rhaenyra, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, plans to honor her daughter by naming her after Princess Y/N, thus recognizing her as the heir once she and I have passed on."

Your cheeks flushed as applause filled the room, accompanied by a reassuring squeeze from your mother. Observing the table, you noted various reactions: your aunt's joy, your uncles' apparent lack thereof, and an unexpected shift in the Queen's demeanor. Her expression turned grave, her eyes darkened momentarily as she struggled to put on a smile.

"May these upcoming days bring us joy and excitement! Let the feast commence!"

Steaming platters of ham, chicken, goose, duck, along with an assortment of potatoes and vegetables were served. You filled your plate, though your appetite didn't match the eagerness in your eyes. The music filled the room with life, yet it lacked the raw vibrancy of the music in Flea Bottom.

"You look stunning, my dear," Rhaenyra smiled, her hand resting on yours.

"Thank you, Mother. I'm truly grateful for this." You moistened your lips before spearing a piece of meat with your fork. Shifting in your seat, you turned to your grandsire. "Thank you, Grandsire. This exceeds anything I could have expected."

He smiled, revealing missing teeth as he spoke, "Anything for the future heir."

Not 'granddaughter,' but 'heir.' Your breath caught, and you hastily reached for your glass of wine, draining it in one go.

"Princess," a lord ascended the stairs, bowing before addressing you, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

You returned the smile, "Likewise..."

"Arnold Arryn," he introduced himself with a wry smile.

"Arnold Arryn," you echoed, maintaining your smile. He was a handsome man, with dark brown hair and fair features.

"It would please me greatly if, during my stay in King's Landing, you would accompany me for a stroll?"

"That would be delightful," you replied, hoping for a moment's peace to enjoy your meal. However, more men began lining up behind him. The next hour felt excruciating as you continued smiling and were introduced to lords of the realm and their sons. People gathered on the dance floor, laughing and cheering as the dance continued. You remained seated, sipping your wine, smiling as an elderly man tried to flatter you with compliments.

"Excuse me, sir." You rose from your seat, pacing around the table toward the outskirts of the dance floor. Men and women whirled around, their faces lit up with joy. You smiled along with them, content to stand aside and observe rather than join in the festivities.

"Princess..." A man appeared at your side, his voice gruff yet inviting.

"My lord." You smiled, keeping your gaze fixed on the dancers.

"Would you honor me with a dance?" He offered his hand, his gray eyes meeting yours. You noticed his height, his muscular build, his shoulder-length hair pulled back into a half-up ponytail. His neatly shaved face sported a hint of stubble.

You lifted your hand, which he took, leading you to the center of the dance floor. The musicians began a new tune, and everyone readied themselves for the first beat. You struggled to recall the dance steps, focusing on where to place your feet, how high to hold your arms, where your gaze should wander... but you couldn't overlook your dance partner.

Aemond quickly noticed your absence. His eyes trailed the flow of your dress as you danced, noticing your smile, your radiant smile as you twirled with your partner.

Aegon sat immersed in his cups, his head resting on his left hand while he held a wine glass in his right, his gaze fixed on the dance floor. Unwillingly dragged into the event by his mother, he seethed silently. Helaena sat beside him, observing the cheerful crowd until Jace approached and extended his hand to her, leaving Aegon isolated.

Downing another glass of wine, he surveyed the dance floor, catching sight of you. He watched with a mixture of amusement and a suppressed laugh, unsure of the source of his amusement.

"So, who do I have the pleasure of dancing with?" You hummed, meeting the man's stormy grey eyes.

"Cregan Stark, Princess. It is a pleasure," he smirked, causing you to misstep slightly. "Did that surprise you?"

Flustered, you attempted to hide the blush on your face. "Stark... you've come all the way from Winterfell?"

Cregan chuckled. "Indeed. It was quite the journey. I've never ventured this far south." He placed his hands at your waist, executing a dance move before stepping back, concluding the sequence.

"Then I hope you enjoy your stay," you turned to face away from him, speaking over your shoulder. "I'd be delighted to show you around."

"I would be grateful for that, Princess." His eyes locked onto yours as the song neared its end. Bowing, he kissed your hand. "I will let you enjoy your feast. Until tomorrow, my Princess."

Your cheeks blushed a rosy color when he walked away. Turning back to your family's table, you sought a glass of wine to ease your nerves. As you sipped, a voice drew your attention.

"Are you enjoying yourself, niece?" Aemond hummed, circling the table to stand behind you.

You swallowed your wine. "Of course. Everyone seems to be having fun..." Your gaze shifted to Helaena and Jace dancing, their laughter faintly audible.

Aemond nodded. "You had the pleasure of meeting many lords in Westeros."

Another gulp of wine caused you to cough. "Some were pleasurable, some not so much. There were quite a few older men who attempted... The night is still young."

"Indeed, it is..." You felt his gaze linger on you, slowly scanning you from head to toe. Goosebumps formed on your skin as you placed your glass down, turning to face him.

"What of you? Are you not having fun?" Your voice was laced with amusement, walking closer to him, playing into his game.

His voice was barely a whisper, "More than most."

His comment made you tilt your head, following his gaze to his brother. Aegon, by this point, had indulged far too much, nearly slumped over the table.

"Oh, Seven Hells. Did you not think to take him to his chambers?" You glanced at Aemond, waiting for a response before sighing, "If he stays here, he'll cause a scene. If you won't take him, I will."

Aemond attempted to intervene, but you had already marched over to Aegon's side. His lips were stained a pinkish red, his eyes darkened, his hair a mess. "What?"

"You're drunk," you stated matter-of-factly, trying to help him up from his chair. "I'm taking you somewhere else."

Aegon snorted, "Somewhere else. And where might that be, dear niece? A quiet hallway? The courtyard? My chambers? Yours?"

Your hand slid under his armpit, feeling his weight bearing down on you. Despite the scene, no one seemed to pay attention, the King and Queen observing from the sidelines, while your mother and Daemon danced at the center.

"Do not make this difficult," you muttered, scanning for Aemond, but he wasn't in sight. You had to handle this yourself. "Aegon, walk."

He stumbled under his weight, gripping onto your shoulder and waist, the smell of wine heavy on his breath. "You'll miss your festivities."

There was no denying you'd miss out, but staying in the room was becoming suffocating. After dancing with Cregan Stark, you craved solitude, yet here you were, escorting your drunken uncle to his chambers.

"Please, Uncle, walk up the stairs. I can't carry you," you huffed, as he dropped to the ground with a thud.

"You dropped me," he said flatly, pushing himself up unsteadily. You stood behind him, making sure he didn't tumble down the steps. Once you reached the landing, he leaned on you again.

Silence filled the corridor, the distant strains of music from the Great Hall vibrating through the floors and walls. You sighed as Aegon slumped against the wall near his chambers.

"Aegon, just a bit further..."

"Why are you here?" Aegon finally spoke, venom spewing from his lips.

"You were drunk—"

"No. Why are you here?" Aegon's drunkenness turned to anger. "You have hundreds of people down there, yet you are here with a drunk."

"Yes, I am here with a drunk. I chose to get you out before you did something that would—"

"You are not my caretaker. You do not need to take care of me like I am a child." Aegon sneered, walking to his room while clutching the wall.

"Then stop acting like one!" You slammed him against the door to his room; your annoyance with him reached its peak. Aegon glared at you as if you had lost your senses. Maybe you had, but his violet eyes turned dark, and his hands gripped your shoulders, spinning you around. Your back collided with his door, and you reached for the doorknob, opening it as he stumbled in.

"Go to bed, Aegon," you demanded, glaring at him as he struggled to stand.

"See, you're a natural," he pointed his finger at you, "Named the heir to the throne, and you're already so good at demanding people to do things."

You let out a pathetic laugh, "Is that was this is about? You're jealous?"

"Jealous?" He laughed, almost too loud, "I will never, be jealous of you. This is just another weight lifted off of me."

Your jaw clenched as he spoke. "I think you are jealous. Jealous that my mother, a woman, surpassed you. That I surpassed you." With each word, you walked closer, your voice carrying a cruel and hurtful edge. You watched Aegon's face contort when you finished.

His fists clenched and unclenched, "You're right. I was surpassed by a whore and a bast-"

Your hand stung from the force of the slap as you watched in horror. Aegon merely tilted his head to the side before advancing closer. You swung again, but he seized your hand, gripping it firmly. Thrashing and shoving him to the ground, both of you exchanged curses and obscenities, the music from below masking the escalating altercation.

You swatted at him, straddling him on the ground, angry tears filling your eyes as your slaps slowed down and Aegon's resistance ceased. Panting, both of you remained there, disheveled with hair awry, Aegon's cheeks now reddened from the slaps. Your body trembled with anger as you peered down at Aegon, his hands resting at his sides after freeing your wrists.

The silence between you was oddly calming, both attempting to catch your breath, eyes fixed on each other. Suddenly, in a swift movement, Aegon sat up, and you braced yourself for another strike, but instead, his lips forcefully met yours.

Without hesitation, you responded, your hands finding their way to his face and neck as his grasped at your hair and neck. This kiss differed from the one with Aemond; with him, it had been soft and gentle, but with Aegon, it felt as if both of you were starved, clinging to each other for survival.

Aegon's left hand rested at the back of your neck, while the other slid to your waist, squeezing gently. Your fingers tugged at his hair, eliciting a muted groan that vanished into the kiss. Eventually, you both pulled away, a thin strand of saliva lingering between you.

You didn't understand this feeling, different from what you felt with Aemond. Was it anxiety or just raw desire? All you knew was that it felt wrong, yet it also felt oddly right, despite both of you being intoxicated.

"Y/N..." Aegon's voice was slow, almost disbelieving, his hand leaving your neck to graze your lips.

"Aegon..." Your cheeks flushed as you felt something twitch underneath you, "I... I must go..."

You slowly disentangled yourself from him, both feeling a sense of dissatisfaction, trying to compose yourself as you staggered in your steps. Aegon stayed on the ground, watching you leave and close the door behind you.

Leaning against the door, you exhaled in frustration. Hot tears streaked down your cheeks as you punched your legs, aggravated by your actions. It was more upsetting that it had felt so right.

You didn't want to return to the Great Hall, but you knew you had to. Wiping away your tears, you descended the stairs, the music growing louder as you walked past the hall that led to the room.

A hand seized your arm, dragging you into a corridor. "Skoriot emagon ao issare, niece?" Where have you been?

Looking up at the one-eyed man, you exhaled. "Nyke jorrāelatan naejot gūrogon nykeā jelevre." I needed to take a breath.

Aemond hummed, lowering his head as he spoke, "I thought you left for good..."

Your heart quickened as he approached. "I was going to come back..."

"Good... I was starting to worry Aegon might've done something to you..." He paused before leaning in to kiss you. You hesitated, your mind racing. Just moments before, you had been with Aegon, his touch lingering, and now Aemond was here.

He pulled back, his expression unreadable. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing…” Your voice faltered, “It’s just…”

Before you could finish, Aemond leaned in again, but you pulled away, your lip trembling as his eye darkened. “What?”

The music drowned out the sharpness in his tone, but you caught the undertone of his upset. His grip on your bicep was tight enough to convey a message, but it wouldn't leave a mark.

“I just… I want to go back inside,” you lied, a terrible attempt, but Aemond didn't seem interested in contesting it. He kissed your forehead before turning away, his footsteps lost in the rhythm of the drums.

You paused before stepping through the grand doors, your absence unnoticed amidst the lively crowd. Everyone was either dancing or engrossed in conversation. Finally among them, you took a breath and made your way into the crowd.

“Daughter…” Daemon's voice emerged from behind, "Skorkydoso iksos aōha bantis fairing?" How is your night fairing?

“Wonderful, Daemon.” You smiled, attempting to mask your concerned look. It seemed to work, as Daemon didn't seem to notice your flushed appearance or the disheveled state of your hair.

“You know, your mother has been looking for you for some time…” Daemon chuckled, prompting you to turn. “She is at the table.”

Across the Great Hall sat Rhaenyra, absently picking at the array of fruits before her. With a nod to your stepfather, you made your way toward Rhaenyra.

You plucked a grape from the table, popping it into your mouth before speaking, "Mother."

Rhaenyra hummed in acknowledgment. "Your brother was looking for you."

Your gaze flitted to the dancefloor, where Jace was still engrossed in the dance with Helaena.

"Not that brother," Rhaenyra chuckled before a kick at the back of your kneecap sent you stumbling. Luke emerged, laughing like a madman.

"Luke! You nearly made me fall!" You attempted to lunge at him, but your mother intercepted, pulling Luke away from your reach.

"Luke, why don't you dance with your sister?" Rhaenyra suggested, earning a groan from Luke.

"What? You don't think I'm a good dancer? I'm way better than you," you teased, playfully shoving him onto the crowded dancefloor.

Luke's face drained of color as the music began, causing him to stumble over his feet and accidentally step on your gown. You grinned, unbothered by the mishap, grabbing his forearm and starting a series of side jumps as the music intensified. Luke joined in, laughing as both of you nearly tripped, his hands flailing while laughter filled the air.

Everyone took an interest in both of you, all smiles as the siblings danced sloppily, laughing and spinning each other around. Jace and Helaena joined closer, and as the night wore on, everyone smiled while the children and grandchildren of the crown danced, thus concluding the first night of your name day celebration.

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drarry

top 20 best drarry fics ever (not in order)

All Our Secrets Laid Bare - 150k words by firethesound

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

2. Bond - 173k words by AnnaFugazzi

Rating: Mature

Summary: I started to write this before HBP came out, and crossed my fingers that HBP wouldn't make it totally non-canon. No such luck, I'm afraid. This, therefore, is an AU story, where (SPOILER) still teaches (SPOILER), (SPOILER) didn't try to (SPOILER), (SPOILER) didn't succeed in (SPOILER), (SPOILER) never dated (SPOILER), and most importantly, (MAJOR ENDING SPOILERS) never happened.

3. It Was All Just a Game (Rewrite) - 616k words by write_me227

Rating: Mature

Summary: If there's one thing that Draco Malfoy yearns for, it's seeing Harry Potter in pain. How that happens, he doesn't care. When Potter's name is pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco sees it as the perfect opportunity to fulfill his greatest desire. Except Saint Potter has luck swimming in his veins. He needs to be distracted... And the best way to do that is to make him fall in love.

4. Turn - 307k words by Saras_Girl

Rating: Explicit

Summary: One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

5. Get Some - 78k words by sara_holmes

Rating: Mature

Summary: Voldemort is dead. Life goes on. Harry is sick and tired of everyone treating him differently and letting him get away with everything.

6. For The Greater Good - 59k words by jadepresley

Rating: Mature

Summary: When Harry and Draco discover they’ve been bonded to one another, neither one of them is prepared for the secrets they slowly begin to uncover.

Together, they learn that they can’t escape their past, or the things that have been left hidden there, and that sometimes the only way to move forward is to look back.

7. Things Worth Knowing - 165k by Femme (femmequixotic), noeon (noe)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems. And that's not even addressing the fact that Potter's got serious issues of his own, which Draco realises as he's forced to share an Eighth Year dormitory room and several classes with the Gryffindor Git. If only they can make it through the year without killing each other, it should be all right, shouldn't it?

8. Eclipe - 287k by Mijan

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: "You're dead, Potter… I'm going to make you pay…"

Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius's imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It's the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But when Draco's world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.

9. Foundations!verse by Saras_Girl

Rating: Explicit

Part 1: Reparations - 87k words

Summary: Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.

Part 2: Foundations - 236k words

Summary: When one door closes, another one opens – with a bit of a push. Life, love and complications.

10. The Sleeping Beauty Curse - 153k words

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When Draco Malfoy falls into a cursed sleep and can only be woken – at least, according to the Daily Prophet, that impeccable source of truth – by ‘true love’s kiss’, Harry Potter knows there’s no way on earth he’s the answer to this particular riddle. Is he . . .?

11. Waiting By An Open Door - 30k words by Femme (femmequixotic), noeon (noe)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Draco starts following Potterwatch secretly during the War. He wishes Potter would come save him too. But that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, and Malfoys don't get fairy tale endings, do they?

12. Running on Air - 75k words by eleventy7

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

13. The Bucket List - 32k words by GallaPlacidia

This fic was taken off ao3 and any other sites, so here is the download link for all of GallaPlacidia's fics: Google Drive GallaPlacidia Archive Download Link

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Draco will die in six months if he can't get Harry Potter to fall in love with him. Since that's not going to happen, he might as well spend his last days working through his Bucket List. Tap-dancing lessons? Rock climbing? Poetry-writing? Threesomes? Cocaine? Getting to know his adorable cousin, Teddy Lupin? Draco will try them all!

Feat. Cheerily pessimistic Draco, devoted bitch queen Pansy Parkinson, and a Harry who can't help but notice that something seems DIFFERENT about Draco, these days.

14. Adventures of a Suicidal Gentlemen - 48k words by GallaPlacidia

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Rating: Mature

Summary: Draco wants to kill himself, but he's trying not to be dramatic about it. Harry wants to sleep with Draco, but he's trying not to be obvious about it. Misunderstandings! Pining! Grief! Self-loathing but in a kind of charming way?

Feat. Misty the house elf who takes shit from no one, an Astoria who has her own mysterious aims, a Draco who is determined to use humour to get through things, and a Harry doesn't know what he wants, except maybe to touch Draco's pretty face.

15. Make Me a Headline (I Want to Be That Bold) - 31k words by dicta_contrion

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Draco never expected to see Harry doing that again. Especially with someone else, in a grainy photograph that's landed on his desk one Monday morning.

16. All Life is Yours to Miss - 115k words by Saras_Girl

Rating: Mature

Summary: Professor Malfoy's world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

17. Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm - 104k words by SquadOfCats

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

18. Mental - 187k words by sara_holmes

Rating: Mature

Summary: Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.

19. survival is a talent - 503k by ShanaStoryteller - IN PROGRESS

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone.

Their best isn't perfect.

BONUS (NOT DRARRY):

20. Oh God Not Again! - 151k words by Sarah1281

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: So maybe everything didn't work out perfectly for Harry. Still, most of his friends survived, he'd gotten married, and was about to become a father. If only he'd have stayed away from the Veil, he wouldn't have had to go back and do everything AGAIN.