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Snape after Harry Potter injured a classmate with one of his own created spells:
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All of chapter 7 of Half-Blood Prince is just a series of drarry heart attacks but can we take a moment to appreciate this bit?
"Hi, Neville. Hi, Luna. Guess what?" he added, turning to Harry. "Malfoy's not doing prefect duty. He's just sitting in his compartment with the other Slytherins, we saw him with when we passed." Harry sat up straight, interested.
The mental image of Harry literally sitting up in his seat at the mere mention of Draco's name is so hilarious. Someone needs to draw this. Did Harry's friends ever bring up Draco's name unexpectedly in conversation just to see Harry immediately perk up like a golden retriever puppy?
#also ron doesn't believe harry's theory and is already tired of harry talking about draco all the time. but he still told him about this#bc he knew harry would be interested. he's such a good friend lol#drarry#hpdm#Harry Potter#harry potter and the half-blood prince#h/d#harry x draco
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close - h. potter
harry potter x fem!reader
summary: a walk through the school ends with a night in the hospital wing.
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The Gryffindor common room was a warm refuge from the cold November winds. The fire crackled softly as students murmured and laughed around you. Harry was sitting on a chair, fidgeting with the edge of the book he held in his hand. He wasn't even pretending to read the book anymore: his emerald eyes kept flickering to you.
You were sat cross-legged on the floor with your Defense Against the Dark Arts essay, quill scratching against parchment as you murmured spells under your breath. Harry smiled fondly, but something in his demeanor betrayed a tension he couldn't quite shake off.
"Darling," he said suddenly, breaking the silence between you two.
"Hm?" you hummed, not looking up.
"Let's go for a walk."
You sighed, finally setting your quill down and turning to him. "Harry, this essay is due tomorrow. And no offense, but I really don't have the time for whatever plan you're thinking off right now."
He smirked faintly but didn't budge. "You've been staring at that parchment for two hours. Come on, just a quick walk. I need some air."
The softness in his tone made you pause. You studied him for a moment - the way his jaw was clenched, the way his fingers tapped nervously on the armrest. You could tell something was bothering him.
"Alright," you said finally, closing your book and stretching. "But if Filch catches us, I promise I'm blaming you."
"Deal," he said with a lopsided grin, already reaching for your hand to tug you up and off the floor.
The corridors were eerily quiet, lit only by slivers of moonlight and the occasional flicker of a torch. You walked side by side, Harry's hand brushing yours every so often. He seemed deep in thought, his brow furrowed, his gaze distant.
"What's on your mind?" you asked softly, glancing at him.
He hesitated, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. "Just... everything. Voldemort, the prophecy, the war." He exhaled sharply. "I don't know how to turn it off sometimes."
You stopped walking and turned to face him, placing a hand on his arm. "Love, you do know that you don't always have to deal with all of this alone, right? You have a bad habit of doing that."
"I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's why I needed this. Just you and me for a little while - no war, no prophecies, just us."
Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his words. You squeezed his arm, offering him a small, reassuring smile. "Then let's make the most of it."
Before Harry could respond, a low, guttural growl echoed from the shadows. You froze, your hand instinctively tightening around Harry's arm.
"Stay behind me," Harry said immediately, pulling out his wand and stepping in front of you.
The growl grew louder, reverberating off the stone walls. Then, from the darkness, a creature lunged forward; its scales glistened in the moonlight, and its eyes locked onto you with a predatory glare.
"What in Merlin's name is that?" you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.
"A Kappa," Harry muttered, his grip on his wand tightening. Then, his brows furrowed. "But they're usually not found in these areas. And they're definitely not supposed to leave the water."
The creature let out a deafening roar and charged.
"Stupefy!" Harry shouted, the spell striking the beast square in the chest. It staggered but didn't stop, and it lunged toward you.
"Impedimenta!" you cried, your wand trembling in your hand. The spell slowed the creature, but only for a moment. It snarled, shaking off the magic like it was nothing, before swiping at you with its claws. The force of the blow sent you crashing into the wall. Pain exploded in your arm as your wand clattered to the ground, out of reach.
"Y/N!" Harry's voice was frantic, his face pale as he turned his wand on the creature again. "Expulso!" The spell hit its mark, sending the Kappa skidding backward with a howl of rage. It shook its head, then disappeared into the shadows as quickly as it had appeared.
Harry was at your side in an instant, dropping to his knees. "Darling, look at me," he said, his voice trembling as he cupped your face with one hand, the other already reaching for your injured arm.
"I'm fine," you mumbled, though your voice was shaky.
"You're not fine!" he snapped, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and fear. "Why didn't you run when I told you to?"
"I wasn't going to leave you alone with that thing!" you shot back, wincing as he carefully peeled back the torn sleeve of your robe.
Blood soaked the fabric, and a jagged wound stretched across your forearm. Harry's jaw tightened, and his hands shook as he pressed his handkerchief against the cut to stem the bleeding.
"This is why I told you to stay behind me," he said, his voice cracking. "I can't- I can't lose you, Y/N."
His words took the breath out of your lungs. You reached up with your uninjured hand, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Harry, I'm not going anywhere. It's just a scratch."
"You could've been killed!" he burst out, his voice rising before he forced himself to take a deep breath. "You could've-" He stopped himself, closing his eyes tightly for a moment before looking at you again. "Let's get you to Madam Pomfrey."
He helped you to your feet, his arm securely around your waist as he guided you through the castle. His usual confidence was replaced with a quiet desperation, his eyes darting around as if expecting another attack.
"Love," you said softly, "this wasn't your fault."
He didn't respond, his lips pressed into a thin line as he focused on getting you to safety.
When you reached the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey immediately ushered you onto a bed, her sharp eyes narrowing as she took in your injuries. "Honestly, the two of you are worse than Fred and George," she muttered, fetching bandages and a potion.
Harry stood by your bedside, his fists clenched at his sides as he watched Madam Pomfrey clean and dress your wound. "Will she be okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
"She'll be fine," Madam Pomfrey said briskly. "A few days' rest, and she'll be good as new."
But Harry didn't look relieved. As soon as Madam Pomfrey left to fetch more supplies, he sank into the chair beside your bed, his head in his hands.
"Harry," you said gently, reaching for his hand.
He looked up at you, his eyes filled with guilt. "This is my fault. I should've protected you better."
"You did protect me," you said firmly, lacing your fingers with his. "You fought off that creature and got me here. Harry, you can't control everything. All you can do is your best, and that's exactly what you did tonight."
He shook his head, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "I just- I can't lose you, Y/N. You mean too much to me."
Tears pricked your eyes at the raw emotion in his voice. "And you mean everything to me. But Harry, you have to stop blaming yourself for things you can't control."
He was silent for a long moment, then finally nodded, though the guilt in his eyes didn't fully disappear. "I'm staying here tonight," he said suddenly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Harry, Madam Pomfrey will-"
"I don't care," he interrupted. "I'm not leaving you alone."
You smiled faintly, squeezing his hand. "Alright. But you're going to let me help next time. No more of this 'stay behind me' nonsense."
He managed a small smile in return, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Deal. As long as you promise to run if it gets bad."
"Not a chance," you teased, though your voice was soft.
Harry shook his head, a faint chuckle escaping him as he settled into the chair. "You're impossible."
"And you love it," you whispered, the corners of your mouth lifting.
"I do," he admitted, his gaze soft as he looked at you. "More than anything."
As the night wore on, Harry stayed true to his word and he settled in bed next to you; considering the beds were made to only hold a person at a time, you were extremely close. But, you weren't complaining - the close proximity proved to be a good source of warmth and comfort.
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Emma Watson in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009) please if you save or use like or reblog âĽ
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Why does no one talk about the one scene in Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban when Hermonie lifts up Harry with one hand while being whipped around by the Whomping Willow and fucking throws him under the roots.
She did not need magic. She needed to be throwing hands with everyone! Picking Draco up by the torso and body-slamming him into the ground like a WWE wrestler. Snapping people's spines over her knees. The battle of Hogwarts wouldn't have happened if Hermonie could throw hands.
#harry potter and the chamber of secrets#harry potter and the goblet of fire#harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban#harry potter and the order of the phoenix#harry potter and the deathly hallows#Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince#Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone#Harry Potter#hermione granger#ron weasley#draco malfoy#voldermort#death eaters#Whomping willow#neville longbottom#sirius black#professor dumbledore#Luna lovegood#severus snape#remus lupin#Should have given up on magic and been throwing hands.
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harry potter and the half-blood prince (2005)
#harry potter and the half-blood prince#hpedit#bookedit#harry potter#the half-blood prince#harry potter hbp#hbpedit
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peripeteia ~ chapter fourteen ăťâĽăť
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The feel of him against her set wildfires ablaze; a thrilling, torturous burn that was sure to leave nothing but ashes. Cheek pressed against his robes, she could feel the thud of his heart; another implicit biological process, yet a surprising reminder of just how human he was. Her senses were overwhelmed by the feel and the scent of him: something woody and warm and dreadfully intoxicating. Stunned, Hermione counted several more of his heartbeats, each one coming quicker than the last, before her mind ticked back to life and she pulled away.
#ai#ai art#tomione#tom riddle#hermione x tom#fanfic#harry potter#academic rivals#ao3#ao3 author#dark academia#dramione#enemies to lovers#fanfiction#hermione granger#hogwarts#harry potter and the half-blood prince#tom riddle x hermione granger#draco malfoy#theodore nott#hogwarts library#potions#alchemy#hermione x theo#tomarry#lord voldemort#tmrhp#yule ball#academic rivalry#forced proximity
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RATING (DRAMIONE) FANFICS I READ THIS YEAR
Many years ago I used to read a lot of fanfics/AUs of Julie and The Phantons (btw, I'll never forgive you, netflix), but this year I got to read dramione and I have to say, I was obsessed. I read three in the beginning of the year, stayed on an hiatus and than BOOM! came back with full force.
A couple of days ago, I was talking with my friend and decided that would be so fun to write about what I read, but I have such a bad memory and I would like to write it with details, what won't happen (LoL)!
I read about 67 stories, I'm currently reading the 68 and I appreciate every single person who dedicated their time to write and create such beautiful stories. Between them there were a few that I believe I should comment on it (in positive and negative aspects).
Before I continue, I believe it's important to say that the stories I read might have some delicated topics that I don't recommend for people under 18 or are uncomfortable with it. I don't necessarily mean sexual topics, that I will mention for sure, but also topics that can trigger your mental health. So, please, if any of what I just said fits you, I recommend stop reading this post! Take care of yourselves!
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DRACO MALFOY AND THE MORTIFYING ORDEL OF BEING IN LOVE by isthisselfcare
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34500952/chapters/85870804
One of the first fanfics that I read this year was the amazing, the beautiful, the extraordinary story "Draco Malfoy and The Mortifying Ordel of Being In Love" by isthisselfcare.
I have to start saying that I'm obsessed with stories that have strong names and this one has. In this one, Hermione Granger is a healer who has a dangerous project that only a few people know what is it about, because of the dangerous of it, an auror was assigned for her protection and can you guess who it was? Yes, the one and only, Draco Malfoy, ladies and gentlemen.
What I like about it, it's that the author don't make it their contact immediate as if they need to see each other 24/7 right in the beginning, by the opposite, it grows through the story, specially when she needs to travel because of her project and he needs to go with her (yes, that makes me giggle... a lot), in those travels, they spent a lot of time together and we get to see they going to some adventures together. In the books, we see hermione being the smartest one, but draco isn't very far behind her.
Hermione is AMAZING, she's not only a healer, but algo a doctor. Draco is INCREDIBLY, he's also very sassy. (Tell your cat I said psipsipsipsi)
Another point is the beautiful fanarts in the chapters, it brings life to what isthisselfcare wrote.
Is it HEA? Yes, it is!
Is there smut? I think it has, yes.
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ISOLATION by bexchan
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23461513/chapters/56242591
I believe that Isolation by baxchan it's the most accurate option for what could have happen on the book "Harry Potter and The Deatlhy Hollows". For this one, we have to come back for the end of "Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince".
Draco Malfoy is in dangerous after the astronomy tower and Snape (and I think that McGonagall) create a plan to hide him. Where? Well, of course it's in hogwarts, but not anywhere, no, no. On Hermione's private monitors bedroom.
What I like in this story is that they don't have secret crush, at least I don't believe so (please, I love that trope, but not for this fic) and Draco Malfoy is a little shit, he still believe in blood supremacy and all those horrible things we was raised to believe. Hermione is also not very please to those news.
This fics happens through the last book, hermione in deathly hollows is supposed to be with the boys hunting horcruxes, but she had to stay in this fic.
I like that through the story, we can see Draco changing, questioning his beliefs. Hermione also has to go through what she created of him in her mind. It's very well constructed.
If you like forced proximity, this is for you. I love it, a 100% recommend.
Is it HEA? Yes!
Does is have smut? But of course.
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BLOODY, SLUTTY AND PATHETIC by WhatMurdah
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52884502/chapters/133769302
As I said before, I do love stories names that makes an impact, and WhatMurdah has done just that. Well, please, believe me when I say that Draco Malfoy is all of those things and we are here for it.
In this one, the Minister of Magic creates a law that people have to get married for a reconciliation in the magic world. Guess who gets married? Of course, Draco and Hermione.
What is very important in this one is that her "mudblood" scar hurts her a lot and she finds out how to make it better, I won't get into details so I don't spoil it.
I like it how the author constructed the marriage and even tho I don't remember much (not because I didn't like, but because I forget things), I remember I had a really good time reading it.
Is HEA? YES!
Does it have smut? Baby, WhatMurdah didn't put slutty in the tittle for nothing! *wink wink*
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A YEAR AND A DAY by Pubella
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31026083/chapters/76641353
Can we bring Daddy Draco, please? Yes, let's to this. As you can see, I'm a fool for a single dad trope, in this fic, he's not exactly single, he's getting a divorce (bye, bye, Astoria) and wants to keeps he's son, Scorpius. Narcisa, as the wise woman that she is, thinks it's better for him to marry someone and who's better than the golden girl? No one. Hermione is going through a rough path and kind of don't have other options and Narcisa's ofter becomes very appealing as she thinks about.
I LOVE Scorpius, but in this fics he's brilliant and he's relationship with Hermione is amazing.
Another thing that I was amazed by was the epilogue, I confess that epilogues in general always go in the same way, but in this fic, I was positively (and emotional) surprised by it.
Hermione and Draco's relationship isn't good in the beginning, and I love how it grows. What can I say? I like the yearning, the doubts, they questioning feelings and while you read you are screaming inside saying "STOP THAT NONSENSE AND KISS"
Is it HEA? YES and I cried.
Does it have smut? I do believe so.
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MEASURE OF A MAN by inadaze22
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26523892/chapters/64648648
There are a few fics that are very popular in the dramione fandom and Measure of a Man is one of them AND FOR A REASON.
Let me start saying that this fics is so so sooooo long, it's not a bad thing tho. Inadaze22 wrote 3 acts, they being nothing, something and everything. I like her choice in acts because it makes easier to see and understand when things change.
Narcisa Malfoy has dementia and Hermione Granger ends up being her healer (please, it's not a spoiler), that makes her get in contact with Draco Malfoy, but it's not a fast burn, but the opposite. They contact starts to grow.
Through the story he see Draco as a man, a father and a son, how much he has changed before the story started but algo through it. Hermione is not perfect and I'm here for it. I will defend woman's right and wrongs. What I like it that they both calls each other's bullshit and I think that honest that they develop is beautiful.
In this one, we have Scorpius, he's a child going through so much, I like how the author shows how much the parents' figures have an impact on a child's development. (Oh, please, let's give a round of applause to the emotionally supported cactus)
This fic is real, it brings pain, love, suffering, healing, acceptance, forgiveness and also mourning. That does not include necessarily the couple here. I did wish sometimes for more fluff, but that's on me, not in the author, this story was not about that and I love it how it was written.
Is it HEA? YES!
Does it have smut? Yes and also NSFW art.
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I read many others, but for this post, I decided to only talk about those. I tried to not give many spoilers or get into dedicated topics.
I hope you all liked and please let me hear your thoughts!
#harry potter#hermione granger#draco malfoy#dramione#fanfic#harry potter and the half-blood prince#harry potter and the deathly hallows#dilf draco malfoy#auror draco malfoy#auror malfoy#healer hermione granger#draco malfoy and the mortifying ordeal of being in love#isolation#bloody slutty and pathetic#a year and a day#measure of a man#dracomalfoyandthemortifyingordelofbeinginlove#bloodysluttypathetic#ayearandaday#measureofaman
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now kiss
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au where harry taking the liquid luck leads him to the room of requirement, where a certain draco malfoy is hidden, tinkering away..
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Second Son (VIII) | Regulus Black
Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.
â Chapter Synopsis: The beginning of sixth year proves to be quite eventful. Y/N manages a new nickname and solution for the Black brothers.
Part VII / Part IX / Series Masterlist
Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader
Notes: HPB begins! I always find myself accidentally using gendering terms like miss/mistress/master so I have to be extra conscious about it when I'm editing.
Your sixth year at Hogwarts kicked off with a suspiciously smooth start. Rather, it was quite an unexpected beginning to the year with Professor Slughorn taking over Professor Snapeâs post as the Potions teacher. It felt strange to no longer feel tense going into the Potions classroom, but you would be lying through your teeth by saying that the quality of instruction improved. Regretfully, it felt like the opposite.
Professor Slughorn had a penchant for talking in roundabout ways and digressing to the point of incomprehensibilityâat least Snape was clear and short with his words (though you suspected that the tightness of his robe collars limited the amount of words he could speak everyday).Â
The shock of such changes barely had time to wean away before you were mind-boggled by another, rather larger, surprise. Harry, whose performance had always been teetering the edge between passable and dreadful in Potions, was suddenly topping the grades in your year for the class.Â
Improving was a great development (perhaps even expected, now that Snape was gone), but improving fast enough to overtake Hermione in the class was outright suspicious. You werenât going to prod Harry, having already witnessed Hermioneâs scathing looks towards the boyâs cauldron and Ronâs clueless pleas for help.Â
Besides, you would be a hypocrite to scrutinize the boy, having your own secrets that you held onto tightly. If it wasnât corrupting your friend or interfering with his well being, youâd leave the issue be (even if you did suspect academic dishonesty).Â
However, your sentiment towards the subject seemed irrelevant at the moment as you grew increasingly irritated with the concoction in front of you.Â
âReg, how in Merlinâs name is Harry doing this? I swear that this thing in front of me resembles more of a sludge than a potion.âÂ
âPatience, little bird. Are you certain you followed the instructions exactly?âÂ
âIf this is a jab about me being illiterate, I will obliterate you.â Your thoughts had somehow managed to convey your frustration, coming out a bit snarky.Â
âIâd bet my left arm on the likelihood of that never happening, but no, it wasnât a tease. You will be fine, Slughorn is a lenient grader.âÂ
Your shoulders sag in exhaustion at Regulusâ words, the aching between your shoulder blades intensifying with the action. Deciding to abandon the failed mixture, you slowly inch towards Harry, making a show of looking at his potion.Â
âI have to hand it to you, Harry. At this rate, you are definitely getting an O on your Potions N.E.W.T next year.â Your words are met with a wide grin, and his eyes briefly dart to his textbook, hand moving to shift it from your line of sight.
The subtlety of an ogre, this one.Â
Continuing to stir his potion, he hums appreciatively, âThanks, but itâs really nothing. Iâm just relieved that Professor Snape is teaching a different subject this year. I was worried that I wouldnât be able to take Potions at the N.E.W.T level.âÂ
âAh, right, this class is a prerequisite for the Auror training program. Well, if only Professor Snape could see you now, heâd drop from shock, Iâm sure.â You smile lightly at the thought, eyes gazing around Harryâs workbench.Â
An explosion sounds from behind the two of you, no doubt originating from Seamusâ table, but you both pay no mind to it. Slughorn rushes past you, no doubt making sure that Seamus hasnât blown himself up, and itâs enough to have you trudging back to your boiling mixture.Â
No use in blowing up your own cauldron and having Slughorn fuss around.Â
In the time that you spent away from it, your potion managed to thin out a bit more and morph into a color that better resembled the correct shade. Honestly, you were just comparing yours to Harryâs and hoping for the best.Â
Watching the mixture swirl for a bit longer, you decide to occupy yourself by reaching out into the mind link.Â
âReggie.â
âHm?â
âMy potion is almost done and Iâm bored.âÂ
âOh? Are N.E.W.T-level classes not challenging enough for you, little bird?âÂ
âMerlin knows Iâm suffering, Iâm just adept at hiding my crippling anxiety over it all. Not all of us can be as impressive as you, Crowface.â Your last remark is tinged with playfulness, and you duck your head down to hide the growing smile on your face. Youâd have no chance of being invited to the famed Slug Club if Slughorn took you for a lunatic.Â
Regulusâ confusion rings through the mind link, and it takes him a few delayed pauses before his voice chimes out again, âCrowface? My nickname for you is actually pleasant, and this is what I get in return? Itâs hardly fair.âÂ
âThink of it as less of an insult and more as a term of endearment. Crows are intelligent birds, and youâre pretty much the smartest person I know.âÂ
If you could see the look on his face at the moment, you have no doubt itâd be a look of bewilderment, eyebrows drawn together and lips parted ever so slightly in a frown.Â
âMy very first nickname, and it makes me sound like a plague doctor.â Regulusâ words come out mumbled, getting across his feelings of dismay without giving you the satisfaction of hearing him sulk.Â
Choosing to ignore the faint grumbling coming from him, you pour your potion into a vial, fairly satisfied that it almost mirrored Harryâs. It was passable enough in Slughornâs eyes, and you can only imagine Snapeâs offended sneer in your head at the mess thatâs befallen the Potions curriculum.Â
After Slughorn praises Harry for his potion, leaving everyone to watch on in a mix of confusion and awe, youâre all swiftly dismissed. You could cry from relief as you leave the classroom, the fresh air cooling your lungs and relieving your migraine. Seriously, if you didnât die from a potions accident by the end of the year, youâd surely suffocate to death from all the smoke in the class.Â
Stretching your arms over your head, you sense your friends catching up to you, a giddy Harry practically skipping beside you. Peeking over to him, your eyes canât help but dart down to the book tucked against his side, bouncing on his hip with every step.Â
âBloody hell, mate. Do you think I should owl Charlie for help?â Ronâs face is twisted in a grimace as he stares off into the distance in worry, no doubt imagining a back-up career plan.Â
Quirking an eyebrow, you turn to him with crossed arms, âCharlie? Why not Percy? Didnât he get Oâs on all of his N.E.W.Tâs?âÂ
You were quite impressed with your friends and the number of N.E.W.T-level subjects they were qualified to take, but nothing compared to the nightmare that was Percy Weasley as you remember Ron telling you that he took 12 N.E.W.T classes during his time at Hogwarts. The absolute headache he probably had for two years straight was shudder-inducing.
Ron shakes his head in dejection, gripping the strap of his bag, âNo chance. He still hasnât made up with Mum and the lot, and heâs too busy with his fancy new job.âÂ
âStill? Helga, itâs been over a year now hasnât it?â Your exclamation is met with a grim nod from the ginger, while Hermione hums at the news, seemingly unsurprised by the familyâs continued rift.Â
âHe sent you that letter last year though, didnât he?â Harryâs words are meant to be comforting, but comes out with a bitter sniffle, the joy from his successful potion seeming to dampen.Â
âOh? The letter where he told Ron that he should cut ties with you because youâre bad news and Iâm the wrong sort and all that?â Your playful tone has Harry groaning, clearly realizing just how sore he still was over the older boyâs words. Honestly, you could care less about Percy's opinions, not feeling the need to impress someone who was chumming up to Fudge and his circle.
Shooting Harry a quick amused smile, you wave quickly to the trio as you all part ways: Hermione heading to Charms, Ron to Transfiguration, and Harry to Defense.
âOff to Runes now, little bird?âÂ
Patting your pocket, your chest grows warm and you donât attempt to suppress the smile that flowers over your face as you hear Regulusâ voice.Â
âSure am. Afterwards, Iâm heading to the library to try and read up more about soul hexes. Kreacher did a great job in picking out a selection.â Over the summer, you were able to get through nine hefty books, and it only took countless all-nighters and daily pleads to Merlin to end your suffering.Â
You brought the last few books you had left to read with you to Hogwarts, and you were absolutely resolute on spending any available second you had on researching. None of the books you got through so far had any hexes that caused familiar symptoms, though you did end up finding some rather horrifying mutilation spells and diagrams of which body parts were useful for sacrifices.Â
Fascinating information, really. You now knew you could use a severed foot to cast blood curses.Â
Despite how morbidly engrossing your research turned out to be, you were itching to quickly figure out a solution. There was no doubt that prolonging Siriusâ curse would only bring severe consequences, and the Order needed himâHarry needed him, especially with Voldemortâs forces creeping in.Â
As if Mother Magic was smiling down on you, your work came to fruition not even a week later. More precisely, it was exactly 3 days later when the answer slapped you in the face with a turn of a page. Â
It was nearing curfew and you were sitting in an abandoned corner of the library, your stack of books glamoured to look like Runes textbooks. You had left Regulus back in your dorm, and you were definitely feeling his absence as your reading droned on. As you were progressing through a particularly worn book, one of the curses had you jolting up in your seat.Â
Anima InvolutusÂ
A soul curse which allows the caster to chain down the soul and magic of their victims through transmutation of hatred and anger. This curse may only be casted by a caster with a depraved soul or by a high-tier dark mage. The effects of the curse on the caster range from madness, seizures, paranoia, and death.Â
Victims of the curse experience violent constrictions of muscles, effectively stopping the heart temporarily while their soul begins to become entangled by the chains of the casterâs malice. The victim will enter into a comatose state until the casterâs hatred grows strong enough to snuff out the chained soul, effectively rendering the victim into a shell of who they used to be.Â
Protections: It is recommended that high-tier dark mages put in place charms of protection to mitigate potential side effectsâ
You highly doubted that Bellatrix was a high-tier dark mage, much less that she actually had the sense to put in place protections for herself. The witch was mad, so she probably couldnât even feel the effects of the curse.Â
Running your finger further down the page, your attention is grabbed by an elaborate explanation on how to reverse the curse.Â
In order to lift the curse, the caster must intentionally retract the chainsâ yeah, thatâs unlikelyâ or a ritual must be performed.Â
The ritual must be performed in the presence of a wizard or witch of greater magical power than the caster. The ritual circle may be composed of any healing and reversal runes, however, complex runes will be higher in effectivity.Â
Deciding to cut your reading short, you shoot up from your chair, sloppily beginning to shove your belongings into your bag. You needed to get this information to Dumbledore as soon as possible, anxiety filling your nerves at the thought of Siriusâ soul being snuffed out.Â
Practically bolting out of the library, you nearly miss the blank look being shot at you by Draco, his frame towering over a nearby table. Harry had confided in you about his worries over the Malfoy heir, growing suspicious that the platinum blonde was now sporting the death eater insignia.Â
But why was he watching you of all people? You just hoped he wasnât actually a junior death eater, he was still a minor after all.
You didnât want to dwell on it, feeling pity bloom in the pit of your stomach. Draco had constantly sent jibes at your friend group over the years, but he was a product of his upbringing and you had a feeling he was capable of change. In a way, you saw Regulus in him. Â
Slowing down in your tracks, you look over your shoulder at the boy, sending him a hesitant nod, and what you hoped was a reassuring smile. He looks surprised by your cordiality, but the expression disappears just as quickly as it appeared, and he turns on his heel sharply.Â
Sighing and trying to move on from the strange interaction, you continue to make your way to Dumbledoreâs office, speeding around the people milling around the corridors.Â
As you quickly pace up the stairs to Dumbledoreâs office, you reach out to your mind link with Regulus, âCrowface, I figured it out. Itâs some soul curse that binds the victimâs soul.â
You feel Regulusâ magic briefly entangle around yours as he reaches into the mind link almost immediately, âWill he be okay?âÂ
âI think so, Iâm heading to Dumbledore right now so he can perform the ritual to reverse it.âÂ
âThank you, little bird. Iâm gladâŚâÂ
You wait for him to finish his words, but he falls into silence, so you decide not to push him, letting him figure out his own thoughts. Redirecting your focus to the objective, you catch your breath as you reach the gargoyle guarding Dumbledoreâs office.Â
âPepper Imps.âÂ
You didnât question the strange password, just grateful that Dumbledore was keeping you updated with his passwords in case you made a breakthrough. Though, for future reference, his pattern of having sweets as a password would help you immensely if you ever wanted to break into his office.Â
The gargoyle turns 90 degrees to the side and the adjacent wall rumbles before partially retracting to reveal another staircase. Quickly springing up the stairs, youâre soon met with the sight of a pacing Dumbledore, an exhausted Remus sitting just ways off from the restless headmaster.Â
âHeadmaster, Professor Lupin!â Both men snap their heads in your direction at your intrusion, quickly straightening up.Â
âY/N, Iâm hardly your professor anymore, just call me Remus.â You smile softly at the tired man, appreciating his uncanny ability to make any situation comfortable.
âNo can do, sir. But, I come bearing good news. After many hours of research, I managed to figure out the curse that Sirius was afflicted with. Itâs reversible, but you need to perform the ritual, headmaster, or at least, you need to witness it.â As you quickly explain the situation to them, you dig around in your bag for the book, quickly flipping through the pages and practically shoving the information into their faces.Â
When both men are finished reading, they share an approving glance before facing your anticipating figure.Â
âWell done. We will need to get started right away. Remus, why donât you take Y/N with you and have the floor secured. I will deliver the news to Harry and join you right away.â Dumbledore barely gets his words out before his body is moving towards the exit.Â
Startled at the news, you step towards the fleeing Headmaster, âWait, sir. What do you mean? I donât believe Iâll be of much help.âÂ
Dumbledore twirls around and flashes a congenial smile, his eyes twinkling like they always did when he seemed to be reveling in a particular good thought, âOn the contrary, you are the key to the success of this ritual. Now, no need to worry about curfew, I will personally escort you to your dorms later.â
Without another word, Dumbledore is practically flying down the stairs, leaving you to bask in confusion with Remus. Looking at the man, you find that he is already looking at you with a proud glint in his eyes.Â
âHeâll be okay.â Your words are more to reassure yourself than anything, but Remus seems to agree, putting a firm hand on your shoulder and squeezing softly.Â
âYes, nothing has ever stopped Sirius, heâs always been stubborn like that.âÂ
The older manâs words have you grinning briefly, before youâre occupied by thoughts of whatâs to come.
The events that unfold in the following hour are hard to recall, your brain defaulting to autopilot, the world seemingly pushed back in a glassy blur. You do remember making your way out of the floo network, joined by a hopeful Dumbledore only minutes later.Â
As the two men crowd around the book to read through the ritual in detail, you are instructed to begin drawing up the rune circle as a few healers prepare Sirius for the process. At first, youâre unsure about why you were given such an important task, but Remusâ reply shuts you up immediately, âProfessor Babbling sings your praises, I donât doubt you will finish with the highest Runes marks in Hogwarts history.â
The flattery was exaggerated, but it doesnât stop you from wanting to preen a little, even accidentally sending a pleased pulse of magic into your mental link with Regulus. Luckily, the boy knows better than to try and reach out to you amidst your concentration.Â
As you finish off the last few runes, you sit back on your heels to admire your work. The intricate markings were splayed in a neat, wide circle in the middle of the room, the lines of each rune character seeming to swim and dance in your vision. Magic was amazingâeither that or you were getting sleepy.Â
Remus and Dumbledore step onto opposite sides of the circle, a healer levitating a pale, clammy Sirius into the middle. Looking up at the men for guidance, Dumbledore gestures for you to stand in between them, near Siriusâ head.Â
âOkay, Y/N, we just need your help with the rudimentary aspects. The incantation is liberabo animam, the movement is a small âSâ shape.â Remusâ words come out soft, and he doesnât look at you all the while, his eyes locked on his unconscious friend.Â
Nodding quickly, you pull out your wand and steady yourself, practicing the movement once before signaling that you were ready. Confidently casting the spell, you have little time to ponder if you were successful before youâre overwhelmed by Remusâ magic.Â
His magic was unlike yours and Regulusâ--where you were cold, Regulus warmâ Remusâ magic was like a blooming petrichor in the lungs. The blanket of magic surrounding your body shed away as Remus continued to perform the ritual, a sudden chill entangling itself with the magic you felt before.Â
It felt like your magic.Â
But it wasnât.Â
Where yours was like an ocean breeze, this magic was like the first touch of winter.Â
This second coat of magicâŚwas this Siriusâ magic?Â
With wide eyes, you watch as the rune circle beats rhythmically and glows. Siriusâ muscles begin to twitch sporadically and you dart your gaze to Dumbledore worriedly, but he seems nonchalant so you bite down your concern.Â
The man was taking his role of being a witness too literallyâseriously, he looked like he could go for a butterbeer.Â
Moments pass and everything is ripped away at onceâthe magic, the glow, Remusâ voiceâit goes completely silent. Your heart skips in anxiousness as you watch Siriusâ unmoving body in anticipation.Â
Suddenly, a groan resonates around the room.Â
âUrghâŚwhaâ hapâenâmâ Siriusâ voice comes out scratchy, and heâs slurring his words to an almost incomprehensible degree, but you laugh in relief at the noise.Â
Suddenly feeling weak in the knees, you drop down and make eye contact with Sirius, whoâs managed to tear his eyes open and was currently gazing up at you tiredly. Clearly his throat furiously, a low silence ensues before he grins, seeming to collect himself.Â
âHey, kid. You look like shit.âÂ
Rolling your eyes at the man, you barely have the energy to reply, âThe pot calling the kettle black.âÂ
Sirius chuckles at your words before quipping back, âLast I checked, Iâm Lord Black, so the pot calling the Black a kettle.âÂ
Glad to see he was still the same.Â
âRemus, did the book say anything about possible brain damage?â Your words send Sirius into a fit of laughter and youâre worried for a second that heâs going to cough up a lung.Â
Remus shoots you an amused look before heâs hauling his friend up in a tight hug. Smiling at the scene, you only tear your gaze away when you feel a hand fall onto your shoulder. Looking up, you see Dumbledore smiling at you, gesturing to the exit with a tilt of his head.Â
Time to head back then.Â
Standing up on shaky legs, you pocket your wand and say your goodbyes to the men, promising to come visit with Harry sometime soon. As soon as youâre out of the room, you excitedly tap into your mind link with Regulus.Â
âIt worked, Reg. Heâs okay.âÂ
âThatâs fantasticâŚIâm glad. How are you holding up? Are you okay?â Ever the worrywart.
âIâll be fine, just a bit tired. Donât worry about me, Crowface.â
âHard not to, you always seem to find yourself in the face of danger.â You swear you could hear a sigh coming from him, and you fight off the grin threatening to appear on your face.Â
âJust the perks of being friends with the Boy Who Livedâ Smiling lightly, you hear Reggie huff at the reminder, still caught up on the fact that you were probably sitting snuggly at Number Two of Voldemortâs hit list.Â
âI presume something good happened?â Dumbledoreâs voice has you pulling away from the link, staring at the man who regarded you happily. His eyes seemed to cut through you like a laser and your skin prickled at the intensity of them, carefully tearing your gaze away.Â
You just hoped he wouldnât push you to divulge about your Crow over tea and biscuits.Â
Nodding at the question, you quickly turn to face the floo network, stepping inside as you answer, âI guess you could say that. See you in a moment, sir.âÂ
You grin widely and throw down the powder, enunciating your words carefully so as to not land somewhere unsavory (Harryâs cautionary tale of ending up diagonally instead of in Diagon Alley never quite leaving your head).Â
As you feel yourself being tugged away, you hear Dumbledore laugh good heartedly, and the sound echoes around you as you are hauled back to Hogwarts.Â
Merlin, you were going to sleep like a log tonight.Â
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Considering how shit Harryâs and Ginnyâs relationship was in the movies, they really didnât have to go that hard on the music in their kiss
#âWhen Ginny Kissed Harryâ my beloved#it just slaps too hard#that music carried the whole scene#harry potter#harry potter and the half-blood prince#hinny#harry and ginny
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i cannot stop thinking about how harry's response to accidentally almost killing draco is to entirely leave him alone even though he's definitely up to something and to get a girlfriend
like he really said 'yes draco is on a deadly mission from voldemort but he's really sad about it and investigating this led to him getting seriously hurt so im just going to try to forget him by dating someone else.'
#drarry#Harry Potter#harry potter and the half-blood prince#hpdm#Harry/Draco#h/d#harco#harry x draco#my post
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Harry's Cheating, The Half-Blood Prince, and the Perception of Severus Snape
Think about what it must have looked like to the other staff, and indeed to Severus himself through most of Harry's sixth year. Harry Potter goes from an EE student in Potions to an impressive, top-of-the-class O level when Snape is replaced by Slughorn. Nobody knows that Harry is cheating by using someone else's pre-written notes in class. What comments does Snape have to endure from his colleagues? What does he think to himself when he looks in the mirror later on? What conclusions does he draw about why Harry Potter is suddenly excelling (as Lily once did) in Potions when before he was simply adept?
Think of what it looked like to Minerva McGonagall, that Harry's grades popped up immediately. The accusations of biased grading, which he could not honestly refute with how he'd sometimes given Harry a zero on a lesson just out of spite.
Even once Snape knows the truth, it is very clear Harry has learned a lot from the Half-Blood Prince's book and Snape has to confront that. The Prince, a younger version of himself without the malicious treatment and bias against Harry, is well-liked and admired by Lily's son. Harry studies the notes, and while he isn't really outperforming everyone else in his year he likely deserves the O grade on the lower end of that grading scale. To know that it was not simply himself or Harry's laziness that was the reason Harry did poorly in one of Lily's favorite subjects, but the trauma and emotion he let control him and the mask he put on for the part he had to play. The part he, occasionally, took more pleasure in playing than he ought to have done.
I think that Severus Snape would hate that far worse than if Harry was cheating in some other way. If he didn't have the clear comparison of what this student of his might have achieved if Snape could just stay civil and keep his head around him, Snape would likely call Potter a cheater and write the entire thing off, but he does have that. He has proof that Harry likes some part of him, the same way Lily once called him her best friend, and that probably feels like having acid pumped directly into his beating heart.
Sometimes I think about how The Half-Blood Price could inspire Harry Potter to learn voraciously, but Snape himself couldn't instruct Lily's son in even the most basic aspects of an art Harry was asked to master for the sake of the war (occlumency.) I think Snape himself thought about it a lot.
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*plays that scene of Draco stomping on Harryâs face in HBP for no reason in particular*
This started off as a study of this outfit from the movies and then I quickly lost the plot and drew this hot mess instead ��
yadda yadda step on me daddy etc etc
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Harry Potter & the Deathly Posts (Big Post 7)
it's been quite a hot minute since I did an HP drop but here ya go !!! as always it's frick TERFs & frick JKR !!!
more HP big posts
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