#could be an au where voldemort won the first war

[hp-shippy-prompts]

Prompt:

Harry accidentally stumbles across the knowledge that his defence professor is actually the Dark Lord. He doesn’t tell his friends because he doesn’t want to put them at risk, and he has no proof, so he can’t tell any adults or the aurors because then Professor Riddle, err... Voldemort... will know that he knows (and if the Dark Lord himself is working at the school, he wouldn’t know who to trust in the first place).

Instead, Harry decides that the most reasonable and logical thing for him to do is to spy on the Dark Lord, to find out what he wants at Hogwarts and to gather proof.

Optional extra:

Eventually he comes to the shocking conclusion that Voldemort is posing as a teacher because he genuinely wants to help young witches and wizards learn to defend themselves. Oh, and that he also knew Harry knew from the moment Harry found out.

[forestdeath1]

I see people calling what James and Snape had was a rivalry, and have seen others call it just straight up bullying (James to Snape). What do you think?

If it’s a rivalry, then what for? Rivalry is "competition for the same objective or for superiority in the same field". I don’t understand what they were competing for.

James bullied Snape and he thought Snape deserved it, being a "bad person" obsessed with dark arts and hanging out with "possibly" Death Eaters’ kids and Slytherins.

But it’s not a typical bully-victim situation. It seems JKR tried to liken James to Draco in the train memory, but it didn’t quite work. In that memory, for example, most of the blame lies with Snape. But James is at fault for using physical force (tripping him). As I said before, in the context of a genocidal war at that time, there’s nothing wrong with strongly expressing a desire not to be in Slytherin (especially since Snape was trying to persuade Lily to join). So in fact, it’s Snape who starts first because he can’t accept that people hate Slytherin for its "politics" (and they are right in it). So, he insults Gryffindor as brainless idiots. Young Snape is already enamoured with Slytherin’s greatness and infected with pureblood ideology.

Moreover, I'm sure Snape fought back. He wasn’t a coward. Snape is anything but a coward. Snape fought back, he knew more curses in his first year than anyone else. He was also sharp-tongued from the first year. He figured out Remus's secret and wanted to expose them, spied on them, etc. We know that adult Snape was one of the most powerful wizards of his time. He couldn't do much against James and Sirius, but one-on-one, he surely could.

But in the end, it was still bullying. It’s just that James and Sirius were more popular and Gryffindors. Snape, being a Slytherin and tolerant of blood purity ideas, was already losing in that sense — most people would naturally side with Sirius and James. These teenagers felt no guilt about bullying Snape.

The power imbalance was on James and Sirius’s side because Snape was on the morally losing side from the start. The Ministry and society officially fought against Voldemort and these ideas, even though they still lived in people's minds. So J&S felt justified, unpunished, and James even thought he was doing the right thing. I think many muggle-borns hated Snape and sided with J&S.

(Just imagine, in an AU where Voldemort won, this imbalance in favor of James and Sirius wouldn’t exist; everything would be different. It would be resistance, not bullying, because most people would be afraid to support them, and James and Sirius would face ostracism and punishment, while Snape would feel justified.)

So despite the fact that Snape really chose a very bad, disgusting side, James and Sirius shouldn’t have bullied him publicly. I think the biggest humiliation was that the bullying was often public. If they hated each other one-on-one and had duels, well, okay, that wouldn’t be bullying, Snape was also strong student and wizard, he could fight back, it happens sometimes between people, and Snape also started conflicts. It’s the public humiliation that was the worst part of James and Sirius’s actions. With this, Snape could do nothing, he didn’t have public support (he had Slytherins’ support tho). And it was the public support that created the biggest imbalance in favor of Sirius and James.

When their confrontations stopped being public and James and Snape fought each other "in secret", it was no longer bullying. Snape wasn’t a weak boy, he also cursed James, and S&R confirmed it. Not every confrontation is bullying, and assuming that James was inherently stronger than Snape is very strange.

But I genuinely don’t understand how fanon!Snape stans manage to think that public bullying makes James and Sirius the worst people in the book, while joining a genocide does not. Like "Snape was a child"... and James wasn't? Do you really not see the difference between using a spell that was popular at the time in school (which Snape himself created) and voluntarily joining a genocide?

[keencroissantgardenflap]

Parent!Voldemort AU where V would be alive and actually raise Delphini.

It could be a world where he's already won the war and now he left every boring political things to his followers (Lucius would be gladly running the government for him). And then he's gonna travel around the world with his daughter, they explore magical mysteries and practice deep dark magic together. Voldemort would teach Delphini everything with his knowledge, bring her to meet many ancient magical creatures (dragons, werewolves, giants, shirens, vampires, ancient elves, ...) and learn everything she wants from them, from him.

He wouldn't do this parent things very well as first. He would be a bit silly, bad father while struggling with that little girl. Like, he often makes Delphini go fighting with enemies beyond her skills. When he didn't notice, she could be fed to the dragons, almost be drowned after winning against the shirens, passed out when practicing astray magic (of course she would learn that, she's a Black!), won against a pack of giants but almost being buried by their collapsed bodies. But Voldemort would always run forward to his daughter and save her at the right time. He learned from those incidents and took more care of Delphini time by time (in his own way of love). And Delphini has both Black blood and Slytherin blood in her, she's very stubborn so she could survive after all of those. Voldemort would also make various delicious meals from many cultures for her (he is a master chef cause he learned many things and had to survive on his own in his first travel around the world, no one can convince me otherwise). Their father - daughter bond would increase during their world journey. It would be wholesome but sometimes heartbroken (cause you know how Voldemort thought about love 💀).

It doesn't need to be a Voldemort!win AU, the war could be still happening but he wouldn't show his face or still hide his identity, to raise Delphini and make her become a incredibly inhumanly powerful witches who would serve as his right hand in the war. I just wanna see more Voldemort and Delphini interaction, my sweet little girl and my beloved old man 🥹🥹🥹. And it would be more interesting if Bellatrix was included there.

[dramioneasks]

Hey! I'm looking for a story, i didn't read it but I just read The summary, unfortunately now I can't find the story.

I remember that it was a long fic, maybe completed on Ao3

The summary basically said that it was a AU where voldemort won the first wizard war.

I found the story in a thread where they were recommending storys with controlling and possessive D so ig it had that in it.

I know that these are just a few infos, and probably there are other stories like this, but if someone could help in gonna be really grateful, thanks!!

I know 2 where he won the first war:

The Last Dream - motherofbulls - M, WIP - The Dark Lord has built a new world where Draco’s place is contingent upon him keeping his heart a secret. From afar he watches the only girl he ever loved as she builds a life with another. But it’s all worth it if he can keep her safe. Sometimes the greatest type of love is also the most painful.

Finding Satisfaction by gracedkelly - K+, 6 chapters - Lord Voldemort won the First War and the world has turned dark. Muggleborns are taught magic in secret and now that Hermione Granger has come of age, she’s sent off to educate her own pupil. Scorpius Malfoy is a cocky lad, but a promising student. Unfortunately her student isn’t the only one who stole her heart. Jane Eyre/Dramione AU

-Lisa

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Draco Malfoy Fanfic AU Ideas

My mind has been bubbling with Draco Malfoy AU ideas so I want to create a master list for them before I forget them.

Mean Boys (Mean Girls AU)

Harry Potter is the new kid in school and Draco Malfoy, the most popular boy at Hogwarts High, decides to take him under his wing. Could be written as Drarry.

Inside Out AU

After the quidditch World Cup, Lucius is spooked by Voldemort's possible return and flees to France with his family. Draco tries to pretend he is doing fine but he misses his old life and slowly becomes depressed.

How to Train Your Dragon AU

At Hogwarts, the only admirable traits in dragon fighting are valour and strength. Things Draco lacks. In their seventh year, the students compete to win the chance to slay their first dragon...too bad only Gryffindors can earn the privilege. However, Draco gets to enter the contest when he shows up on the first day of training with claws of an Antipodean Opaleye. Cue Harry, the favourite for being the victor, being suspicious of Draco as he begins to ace training. Platonic Drarry but can be romantic like Hiccstrid.

Crazy Royal Danes (Crazy Rich Asians AU)

Where Draco was a DE but did not get the mark. The Malfoys are disgraced after the war. Lucius was given the kiss and the family fortune was heavily fined for war reparations. Draco is no longer as rich as he used to be. But he is content brewing and selling potions and selling various charms. Draco begins dating this beautiful Danish woman sometime after the war. He had no clue he was dating a princess. Too bad her pureblood father and broader Danish high society are not fond of him becoming part of the royal family.

ATLA AU

Not so long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. But everything changed when the Fire Nation and the Southern Water Tribe went to war. After the people of Gryffindor won, they decided it was time to make their role as world police and rulers official. Draco Malfoy, the last waterbender of the South Pole, and his childhood friend Pansy Parkinson journey with Luna Lovegood, the last airbender, to help her learn the elements so she can save the world. Druna endgame.

Will add more as thoughts come!

[paltaxiox]

Draconzel? Rapunzel AU? AU where Voldemort had won in the 1st war?

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Before the Dark Lord was defeated by the new one, Draco lived in a room away from the Manor so that he would not be found by the Dark Lord or any of his followers.

His parents, both followers, knew of the dangers of him being known so they decided to hide him, close but far away, out of their reach, in a place where no one could imagine he would be: a tower.

He grew up there in the company of no one but the occasional house-elves who turned up, and the few visits his parents made. He was not allowed to see anyone else. Until one day he saw a boy at the foot of his tower, looking out of his window. And then, somehow, looking at him.

He couldn't use magic to go upwards, the only way to do it was by Malfoy parents' permission or Draco allowing it. The boy introduced himself as Harry Potter, the new gardener. They only could communicate with letters Draco sent by basket from his tower to the ground, which Harry answers. They became friends that way and so the years go by. Then Draco falled in love and wanted to leave his tower, but his parents wouldn't let him because it was still dangerous. The Dark Lord was still there, keeping a close eye on them.

He could let Harry in, he could give him permission, but Harry was a gardener, nothing special but him. If he let him in, then Harry would be trapped with no chance to get out. The wards in the tower prevent him (and those he let in) to go out.

When he saw Harry again, Harry told him he met an old man, who told him he was the chosen one and had the power to defear the Dark Lord. Harry didn't care about any ot that. He just wanted to be in that garden and be as close to Draco as possible.

But Draco told him that the only way they could really be together was without the Dark Lord. But magic comes at a price. If you kill the ruler, someone must take their place. And Harry did so. Harry didn't care about the world and its welfare, and to think that he did was the old man's mistake. All he cared about was Draco. Always Draco. So when Harry went at his tower and asked to go up, Draco gave him permission. Harry touched him for the first time and broke the wards that impeded him from leaving.

Harry released Draco and Draco touched the grass for the first time in years. Harry promised him the world at his feet and Draco believed him—Harry always keeps his promises. They started to live in a cottage with a big garden, and there're no more towers. There never will be.

In the future, Harry will be known as the new Dark Lord, and Draco as his second-in-command. And the world will fear them, but they'll fear Draco more (who must have clothes embroidered with his address because he always gets lost).

Bonus:

Draconzel, Draconzel, let down your hair!

People fear the new Dark Lord, but his general, his second-in-command, his animagus husband? THEY ARE TERRIFIED OF HIM.

Because the Dark Lord sometimes needs to rest, and when that happens, the general is always there, taking command. People cry and pray for the Dark Lord's nap to end.

But the ferret general always gets lost, so the Dark Lord has put his contact number on his clothes.

"if i get lost, contact harry james potter"

(I watched barbie rapunzel again and then I saw the villain with her FERRET aaaand. I couldn't help drawing some sketchs).

[biderboy]

au where peter doesn’t betray the potters and instead runs to them when voldemort gets too much GO GO GO

peter was tired. he was so tired. he thought this was okay, he thought he was doing the right thing, he thought he was saving them.

them. james, who gripped his hand in first year and wiped away his tears, who led him tot he light everytime he fell down, who ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead and made things hurt less.

lily, who have him soft smiles and made him hot chocolate, who comforted him in 6th year when he got broken up with, who told him he was family, and family never let go of family.

harry. who is just a year old, who gives him a tiny smile and reached his arms out to be held, whos laugh brightens up any room, his wide eyes can mend any broke heart.

remus and sirius, who are both equally his best friends. who held him down, who taught him how to fight, who picked him up and made him whole again.

he thought if he joined the other side, they wouldn’t have to. he could keep them safe, he could make sure nobody touched them. he could fight.

he was wrong. he was so wrong. if the scars littered up his arms and torso were anything to go by. or the mark that made him throw up every morning, that made him unable to look himself in the mirror. or maybe the sickening feeling of hearing the screams, or seeing the blood. maybe it was all of it at once.

peter couldn’t feel anything. he wanted to scream and cry, he hated to balst the stupid fucker off the face of th earth, and take all his little followers with him. himself included, he didn’t deserve to see the light anymore.

his arms felt like dead weight, he didn’t even wnat to pick up his wand anymore. the dark lord likes to punish people who don’t listen, and peter quite hated listening.

the new bruises were worth it, they always were in the end. james was safe. remus was safe. sirius was safe. harry was safe.

peter thought he could hold on longer. as long as it took for someone stronger to defeat the man. as long as it took to make sure his family got through the war.

until he couldn’t.

he heard something he wasn’t suppose to, sure. buut this time he couldn’t just sit and listen. no, because he heard it well and clear.

“the potter boy, we must kill him.”

no. no, no, no, no. no. not harry, anyone but harry.

he thinks of those eyes, and the way tiny harry falls asleep on his chest, and how he giggles when remus dances around the kitchen with him. and how sirius has a smile on his face he hasn’t had since regulus died. and how james and lily are such perfect parents.

and no, he’s not going to be a coward anymore. he’s not going to let his family get ripped apart, not by some useless man who thinks he’s some saint.

and so peter runs. he’s tired and broken down, and the only thing keeping him moving and fighting is the sheer thought of him getting to james’ first.

and he does.

james opens the door in confusion, but completely worry clouds his face when he takes one look at peter.

james had never seen his best friend so full. there was no light in his eyes, just dark bags underneath them. there was blood on his face, he had a nasty bruise on his chin. he eyes moved back and forth, taking in james as a whole, his hands where shaking and james pulled him into a hug.

peter melted into his best friends’ hold. james was okay, james was here.

“pete, pete i got you. everything’s okay, everything will be fine.”

and for a moment peter believed him. because it’s james. and james always made things better, james always won, james always lived.

later on james would ask why peter was there, and peter would break down. not in a crying sense, but his voice would close up, his hands would shake as he lifted his sleeve and told of what he’d done. what he’d been through.

james wouldn’t flinch, he barely looked at the mark as he drew peter back into his arms, hushing his dry cries.

peter would beg and beg for jams to hate him, for jams to just kill him. and james would look him sternly in the eye and tell him he would never, ever, think of doing such a thing.

and peter would ask why, hands clutching onto james’ shirt as a lifeline, and james would whisper softly,

“you’re my brother.”

and later james, sirius and remus would sit down. all of them hearing the stories, the horrors of what oeter went through. they’d all sit and listen as peter would explain that he thought he was saving them, the ame way the saved him. and they would understand.

because peter never made the best decisions, he never thought them out fully. he just did what he thought was best, would help the most. it’s the same as when he snuck out of the dorms after the full moon to make sure remus was okay in the hospital wing. or how he didn’t think twice before throwing a hex at sirius’ mother the first time he met her. or how he fought with lily when he thought she insulted james.

he did it for the only reason he thought mattered, to make sure they were okay.

because peter loved in a different way, but he loved. and he never stopped loving. and he was there, sitting and shaking and clawing at his arm.

and they have know him since he was 11, for godsake. he’s family.

and when sirius takes him into a hug, and remus ruffles his hair, and james pays his back. all peter can ask is “why?”

“did we hate regulus for what he had done?”

“...no”

“do we hate remus for having to hang out with werewolf’s?”

“no!”

“do we hate sirius for having to go undercover into a death eater den?”

“no.”

“so there’s absolutely no reason we’d ever hate you. you saved us.”

“oh.”

and blah blah they all live happily ever after cause james knew voldy was coming and was waiting for him at the front porch BOOM

[missdawnandherdusk]

once upon a flight

Draco X Reader (post war)

Summary: The Wizarding World earnestly searched for the newly discovered Heir of Gryffindor. After many failed attempts at the claim, McGonagall almost gives up hope, but sends off one final letter. Draco looking for a reason to clear his name has an ulterior motive to find you... that is until he meets you. 

A/n: So, as promised, an Anastasia AU that is frankly one of my favorite things in a while. For all intents and purposes Snape isn’t dead because this is my blog and my word is law. Also, this is about 10k words... so you’re welcome.

Long ago, Hogwarts was founded by four great wizards: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff. The Slytherin heir was found centuries later in one Tom Riddle who became the greatest Dark Wizard of all time, only to be defeated by the great Harry Potter. Yet, the story of the heirs does not end there. The unfortunate demise of Helena Ravenclaw ended the lineage of the Ravenclaw house for she had no children. The Hufflepuff heir, Cedric Diggory was killed in the war by Voldemort. Only one heir remains, and their whereabouts are unknown to all, but sought after by most. Minerva McGonagall is keen on the discovery of this witch or wizard, the last true heir of Hogwarts, and perhaps the most powerful of them all. Only in the hands of the true heir, will Godric’s mighty sword come alive with magic once more.

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“It’s a girl, raised muggle, in America,” Snape threw down the Daily Prophet. “This could be your chance,”

“My chance to what?” Draco huffed, running a hand through his hair before examining the paper. “Like a Slytherins could ever find this Gryffindor heir, let alone in muggle America,”

“But if you do,” Snape hinted, a smile curling on his lips. “It might clear your names,”

“Would you give that a rest?” Draco muttered, throwing the newspaper down of a very scared looking American girl. “Even if I do find this girl, why in the world would she trust me?”

“Because, she might have questions, and who is going to be there with the answers for her?” Snape raised an eyebrow.

Draco pondered the idea, then glanced at your photo in the paper in front of him. And he thought there perhaps might be a chance.

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“London?” I eyed the passport dubiously. “What long lost aunt wants me in London? And why did she show up now?” My fingers ran over the long letter explaining everything and nothing.

“Do you want to go or not?” Mrs. Greenwood asked. “Because I’ve got a lot of girl like you who’d kill for a chance at a family again.” Her snappy condescending voice wouldn’t be missed.

“Alright, alright. I’m going.”

I zipped my bag closed, folding the letter, and placing it in my bag with the plane ticket and passport. It was a long drive to the airport that was filled with people who all went about their business. I had never felt more lost. I read the letter again as I waited for my plane to arrive. Something proved magical about the parchment and inked letters. A style never used in a modern day. It gave me hope. Or an unsettling sense of dread.

“Excuse me,” His voice was polite and broke through the music of my headphones. It was his accent that caught me off guard. He was a brit.

“Yes?” I asked, taking out an earbud.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a Ms. McGonagall, would you? I’m supposed to be aiding her niece back to London,” I eyed him skeptically.

“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow. “Alright pretty boy, tell me, what absolute stranger is going to trust a random brit who comes up to her claiming to know the name of someone that he could easily have read off the girl’s letter?” He seemed amused at my skepticism.

“I suppose you’re right,” The stranger didn’t seem cornered, however. His caviler didn’t waver. “What if I told this stranger that hypothetically I knew that her aunt wasn’t really her aunt but someone looking for her to be claimed as the heir to a school of magic?”

“Well, hypothetically, I’d probably laugh and call security,” I eyed the cop, whose gaze caught mine before flashing to the beautiful stranger before me.

“And if I proved to her that magic was real? Would this stranger believe me?” Danger lurked in his eyes.

I snorted. “If you can prove that magic is real, I’ll follow you anywhere buddy,” 

“Careful there stranger, you’re promising something you might not want to,” He warned.

“I think I know what I can handle pretty boy,”

Without another word, he took my hand, clasping it in his. Glancing around he slowly raised his hand away from my palm, where a flower began to bud and bloom from nothing, sparking in the fluorescent lighting. I wasn’t impressed.

“Nice trick, but I’m not convinced.”

The stranger laughed. “I should have known it would take more to convince you,” He ran a hand through his silvery blond hair, looking around, before his gaze settled back on me. “What if I told you that you could do magic?”

“I’d say you’re crazy and were back to calling security,” I went to walk away, I had enough time before my flight that a quick walk wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“But you must have felt it,” His hand reached for mine. “When you were younger, and things happened around you that you couldn’t explain. A sense that you didn’t belong. That you were different. That you could see and feel and do things that others couldn’t.” His words were earnest and urgent. I paused.

“And if I did?” I didn’t face him.

“That you hear stories of magic and fairytales, and you thought maybe you belonged in them because there was no one quite like you,” My eyes met his, baffled, curious. “And you felt it just now, not on the surface of your skin, but in your hand, in your blood, a feeling in your heart that felt right. That felt powerful,”

“Okay, pretty boy, you seem to know a lot about who you think I am, so what’s your deal?’ I folded my arms, still not completely convinced but more than curious.

“I told you, I’m here to help you get to London in one piece and how to be an heir of magic.” The light in his eyes glinted as if he had won.

“Alright, let’s say hypothetically I believe you, then what?”

“I’d buy you a cup of coffee and we’d try this again?” He raised an eyebrow, nodding to a chain Starbucks that was near dead in the early hours of the morning.

I stared at the chai tea latte that was warming my hands. He didn’t say a word. Draco. The beautiful stranger who promised answers. Who looked a bit too good to be true.

“From here, I get a letter for an aunt I didn’t know that I had, and a plane ticket to London. Then I met you, claiming that you know her and that you’re here to help me. Then you tell me that my aunt really isn’t my aunt, and that magic is real and I’m the heir to some sort of magic school in London? This is a really good way to get kidnapped and never heard from again,” My skepticism grew. He could see that.

“You’re not wrong,” He leaned onto the table, closer to me. “And you wouldn’t believe me unless you knew that magic was real.”

“Every lonely girl dreams of fairytales and magic,” I countered. “Is it so far-fetched to really believe it?”

“Believing sure,” He gave an easy smile. “But you can do magic and you know it,” 

“How do you know what I know?” I snapped back.

“I know you’re in denial,” He chuckled. “And easy, you’re doing it now, but no one could tell you that you were because it’s subtle and hard to pick up on,”

“In what way?” I demanded.

“Defense spell,” His smirk started the urge in me to deck him. He was so self-assured, and it drove me insane. What was worse, was that he might be right about everything.

“Sure, why not,” My tone fell flat. “Okay pretty boy, how exactly am I using a defense spell?” I leaned back in my chair, unamused.

“No one in this airport gave you any trouble. A strange man comes up to you and you show signs of distress, and yet no one helps you. You’re hiding yourself from their point of view. It’s very self-assured of you to think you can handle yourself,” His explanation made to much sense... again.

“I’m the self-assured one?” I muttered. “And sorry to burst your bubble English, but this is America and we all pretty much keep our heads down.”

“And yet the second you decided to trust me, the security guard walked the other way—away from his post I might add,” His confident smile didn’t leave.

“He... what?” Now I backtracked.

“You like to be left alone, I can admire that, but you have so much potential and you could do so much more,”

“And if I don’t want to?” I offered a bit hopeless.

“Sure, go be a faceless nobody in the sea of Americans, work a nine to five, and never see adventure or magic again in your life,” He leaned back in his chair, casual. As if what he offered was the option a rational person would choose.

“And I should trust you? To take me to London and bring me to this magic school to be an heir or whatever it is you Brits do?”

“You seem quite offset that I’m not American,” His amused smile returned.

“Force of habit,” I shrugged, giving a carefree smile that caused indignation to flicker into his eyes.

“Well, you have approximately thirty seconds to decide if you trust me before you’re called to board,” His devious smirk had me reeling to look at the gate and the flight attendant who was ruffling through papers and getting ready to signal boarding groups.

“God, I hate you,” I muttered, resigned. “Fine. Whatever. Life of adventure and magic, sure.”

We boarded and Draco took the seat akin to mine in first class without the bat an of eyelash. My anxiety began to flare again thinking of how easy it was for him to find a place next to me on a full flight to London in the early hours of the morning.

Then there was the matter of flying altogether. I had never been on a plane ride before. And I was about to be on a nine-hour flight with a supposed magician and a promise of adventure. What had I gotten myself into?

“I can hear you worrying.” Draco muttered as the plane left the runway and began to ascend.

“I’ve never flown in a plane before in my life. All things considered, I think I’m allowed to worry,” I snapped.

Draco reached into his bag and held out a small vial filled with an amber liquid.

“Here, take this,” He offered it to me.

“Oh, you’ve got to be joking,” I snorted. “There is no way in hell that I’m taking that.”

“Y/n, please,” It was the first time that he had ever used my name. A name I hadn’t told him. A name he knew. A name that got my attention and reminded me of the situation that I was in.

“What is it?” I took the vail from his nimble fingers.

“Anxiety potion,” He explained calmly. “It will calm your stress levels and allow you to think clearly,”

“Magic?” I eyed him dubiously.

“A form of it. Your people call it chemistry, but we have access to more ingredients than the causal muggle,”

“Muggle?” I raised an eyebrow, still examining the contents of the small vial.

“People who can’t do magic nor live with other wizards,”

“Wizards,” I mused softly to myself.

The pilot informed the cabin that we had reached cruising altitude and my anxiety came back, overshadowing the tales of wizards and magic and the perfect stranger beside me. Draco could sense that. He let out an aggravated huff and rolled his eyes.

“Use your senses Y/n, you don’t know how to control it yet, but you have magic in your blood. It’s kept you alive and ahead this long. What are they telling you? Not your fears and anxiety, but your heart and head.” His voice was low and urgent, and I had to concentrate to catch all of his words.

“This isn’t another one of your—”

“Y/n,” He pressed, not having it with my second thoughts and doubts. “Concentrate.”

Deciding to trust him, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The air around me was artificial and frigid. It made my senses stand keen on edge. It was unnatural to me. I could feel the people as they settled down for the long flight. The pilot shifting and the attendants flitting about. They were all overly ordinary. Like most people I had been surrounded with my entire life.

Then there was Draco beside me. I could feel his warmth, his presence... his aura. Unlike anything I had encountered before. A halo of power and... magic that embraced and clung to the edges of him. It matched the silvery blue of his eyes trailing off into green. I could trust him. But there was a darkness underneath that I couldn’t trust. The one that I feared.

Then the vial clasped between my fingers. It held no ill will toward me as I thought of it. It promised to help in words that didn’t belong to Draco beside me. Something all of it’s own. All of my own.

Another deep breath out. 

“Okay,”

“What did you gather?” He didn’t taunt me, but rather it was genuine curiosity that colored his tone.

“You’re... different. From the rest of the people on this plane. You... there’s like... an aura? A feeling but with color? I don’t know...” My eyebrows furrowed. “It told me I can trust you... but there’s something darker underneath... and I’m not sure... I’m not sure I trust that darkness.”

He stared at me, baffled. Not that I had said what I said, but instead what I had said. 

“The... the darkness.” He muttered. “I thought...”

“That you could hide it?” I raised an eyebrow, only half teasing. We all had darkness. I wouldn’t hold his against him.

“That there would be more... the things I’ve done,” He was a burning man before me. I looked down to the vial in my hands. I toyed with it.

“Here’s to new beginnings?” I offered a bit hopeless, breaking the wax seal and downing the contents like a parched man in a desert who comes upon an oasis.

And I understood what he meant. A pack of stress and the ability to think clearly. All of the fogginess that the anxiety induced was gone. I looked at the world around me with new eyes.

“Woah,” I whispered, looking at Draco clearly for the first time.

A smile played at his lips.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?”

I nodded and looked out at the grey and blue beneath the plane. Closing the shade, I turned to Draco as much as the first-class seat would allow.

“So magic?”

“Where do you want me to start?” He was expecting my question. 

“The beginning is a good place,”

“We’d be here forever,” Draco chuckled. “I’ll start at the beginning of what would be your story though”

I marveled at his words. Two worlds divided but always existing beside each other. Sometimes they would intertwine sometimes they would be forgotten. He spoke of being raised in such a negative perspective of muggles and the life I led, putting me on edge until he gave a placid smile and an apology. His tale turned darker with the war that was fought and a hope that was lost and found again.

“Potter,” Draco’s tone snarled around the name.

“Harry Potter,” I mused. “So why can’t he be the heir of this Gryffindor whoever?”

“Like that would help his ego any,” Draco muttered flatly. “And he can’t because he’s a half blood. The heirs are pure blood wizards, not a drop of Muggle blood in them,”

“Okay...” my brows knit together. “But how does that explain me? They told me my mother was... and my father walked out on her. She died giving birth to me,”

“Back in the early days of the first war, I can only assume your parents were against the Dark Lord which gave them their death sentence. Especially if he knew you were the heir of Gryffindor,”

“But I’m not dead,” I pointed out.

“Seems that way,” Draco gave me an amused smirk. “They must not have known you existed. And seeing as you were raised in America, I came see why they—no one knew. Not until recently anyway.”

“But how did they find me? How did you find me? How did this letter even find me?” 

“Would you accept magic as an answer to those three questions?” Draco tried.

“Sure, but I’m still creeped out,” I folded my arms. “Heir to a school of Magic...” I pondered the words aloud for the first time. “What does that even mean? What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Whatever you want,” Draco shrugged.

Our conversation pulled after that into almost nothing. I closed my eyes once more and began to feel the world around me through my newfound sixth sense. It became overwhelming after a few moments but when homing in on Draco’s presence quelled some of that overstimulation. His aura was calming, as if it were a foreign lullaby to my heart. A lullaby that lulled me to sleep before long.

But a darkness lingered still in my dreams. It was alien. Not what I had seen in Draco and not what I knew was within me. Something else. An evil presence that yearned to be free. To take control. To have power. It wanted me. It was suffocating. It dragged me down. Down. Down. Draco felt further away. The plane, it’s passengers, nothing but specks. The darkness dragged me forward. Red eyes stared me down and a smile full of knifes taunted me.

I struggled back, away from the evilness, trying to break free of the darkness but I was trapped. By back was against a wall. There was no escape.

A flicker of silver caught my attention. Bright and beautiful. A ray of hope. My eyes dared to leave the shadow figure to follow that ray. When I saw it again it because more clear. The wisps of a dragon made of pure light. It did not come for me, rather it showed me the way out.

There was a way out.

I gasped, my eyes fluttering open to see the glow of fluorescent lighting and worried grey eyes. 

“What—that—who—” I sputtered, my heart racing.

“Are you okay?” His genuine concern called to me. I nodded, tears stinging my eyes.

“What was that Draco?”

“I don’t know,” From his tone I knew that he did not like not knowing. “But you’re safe now,” The comfort of his arms around me made me believe his words more than I thought I would. “We’ll land in a couple hours, just try to relax,” His tone was soft, something new.

The grey dim of London didn’t impress me. I squinted up at the misting rain. Draco took my hand and led me through the maze of the airport, gathering our bags and ushering me toward an empty alley way.

“Draco,” I warned, not enjoying the situation.

“Just hold tight to me and don’t touch the edges,” He instructed. “Don’t let go of your bag either,”

“What? Why?” I broke away from him, to his annoyance.

“Can’t you just do what you’re told? No questions asked?” He seemed to be asking the sky more than he was asking me. I gave him a flat look. “It’s magic. It’s called apperating. It’s going to feel weird, but you should be fine.” He offered his hand to me again.

“Should be?”

“We don’t have time for this Y/n,” He stressed.

“Like hell we do,” I snapped.

“Fine, if you’re not fine then you have total permission to hit me, that make you feel better?” He demanded, insisting that I take his hand.

“No,” I mumbled, placing my hand in his.

That feeling of power was back when he took out a wand—his wand—and twirling it, before I could make fun of him, we were whisked away, and I had to remember to hold on. The distorted reality around me was so enticing to touch, as if it were an impressionist painting that replaced with the dingy grey around me. Then it stopped.

“Where are we?” The scenery changed, still a duller grey, but now in front of a large mansion that I had only seen in movies.

“Malfoy Manor,” Draco said curtly. “Come along,”

Taking a second to recover from the beauty that was all around me, I grabbed my bag and followed him inside where I gasped again. The house looked like something of those fairytales I had always dreamed about.

“Are you coming?” Draco asked promptly.

“I... do you live here!?” I scrambled after him up the stairs with my bag.

“Yes,” He didn’t understand my amazement. “Are you alright?”

“I’ve never been something this... beautiful before,” I turned back to look over the banister at the grand foyer. “You just... live here?”

“Yes,” Now there was a smile playing at his lips. “Come on, we’ve still got much to do,” 

“There’s more!?” I followed him up the stairs.

“You haven’t used magic in your entire life, and you think I’m gonna let you waltz in there scared and unprepared?” Draco snorted opening up a random door. “This will be your room. We have a couple days—it won’t be enough time but perhaps I can make you somewhat believable...”

“No one said anything about having to prove I was the heir!” I argued, again taken back by the lavish room but ultimately was overridden by my anger and fear. “Show up, sure! Maybe take a DNA test! But act like some wizard protégée!?”

“Witch,” He mended softly. “And we’ve got this under control,” 

“We?” I did not have this under control.

“Snape and I. He will be helping me help you. There’s a lot you need to learn. But for now, rest. Dinner is in an hour,” Closing the door he left me to my thoughts.

Sitting on the bed I looked around the room. Anxiety began to creep in my chest again, but not for the reason it had... this morning. Could it still be the same day? Could I have only met Draco a dozen or so hours ago? My thoughts were reeling.

“A witch, an heir,” I scoffed. “Magic,” it was more of a whisper.

I lifted my hand and remembering the power and golden feeling that had come when Draco created a flower in my palm, I surged for the magic within me. To my surprise, golden flames licked at my fingertips, shimmering in the evening light. A giddy laugh left my lips as I intensified the flame to consume my entire hand.

“He said you were a quick learner,” A stern and nasally voice drew me from my stupor.

My hand dropped and my flame fizzled out as I stood.

“I—uh,”

“I am Severus Snape. I am here to help you. It is in your best interest to do exactly as I say without any questions. Understood?”

“Uh... okay?”

“Dinner will be downstairs soon. Draco would like you to join us. There are clothes in the wardrobe. Change into something more suitable and come down.” His instructions left no room for argument, but my stubbornness flared, yet he left before I could snark a reply.

Mourning my sweater jeans and converse I headed to the elaborate wardrobe and opened the great oak doors to reveal an array of gowns, cloaks, and dresses. Together they were worth more than any amount of money I had come into contact with. And of much higher taste than I’d dare to ever wear.

Riffling through them there was a semi bearable dress that looked as if it were from the 1950s and held a navy-blue color. It would have to do, and it could have been worse. I eyed a heavy shimmering gown with pearls and lace, shuddering at the thought.

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Draco’s day could have been a lot worse than it ended up being. After finally giving in at Snape’s insistence that he fly back to England and not apparate he thought his day was a lost cause. But then he met you and Merlin were you a handful.

He could easily see the magic you were doing and the power you were giving off. It took a lot of his willpower to not submit and leave you alone, as your defense ordered. But as soon as your eyes met his and a smile played at your lips, he didn’t have to fight any longer. You allowed him to stay close to you, assured that he meant you no harm. No one had trusted him like that in years.

For the heir of Hogwarts, you were quite remarkable. An easy sorting into Gryffindor with or without the hat. He had to play his cards right however, to maneuver you into a world of magic from the mundane of America. But he accomplished the feat, easier than he would have thought done. Perhaps you were more than ready to leave your Muggle world and join his magic one. And not like he could blame you. If he never had to ride in a plane again, he’d do anything.

But just as he thought you were safe, your eyes closed in a peaceful slumber, something dark came back to hurt you. Red eyes that he knew well. How... how he didn’t know. But he could feel the cold evil presence seep into your skin and consume your aura. It terrified him. Draco knew you were defenseless. No amount of unintentional magic could keep the Dark Lord at bay, dead or alive.

So, he did something he never had before in a desperate attempt to protect you and him from that evil. He called his Patronus, touching his wand to your temple, willing it to go and pull you out.

Your eyes flashing open, fear written on your usual confident features, your hands digging into his arms, Draco’s heart churned in his chest. You looked to him for safety. Him—who you’d met barely five hours prior when you were sure he was there to kidnap you. And now you held to him like a prayer. He didn’t expect that. There was nothing else he could do but hold you close and assure you that it was going to be okay.

If you two could ever get off this godforsaken plane.

With touchdown, Draco wasted no time in dragging you by the hand through the throng of the Muggle airport before he lost his temper. In a secluded alley he was finally ready to apparate home. Of course, you had thoughts of your own and he really wasn’t about to fight with you on this. He just wanted to go home. So, he gave in. Just this once.

And Merlin he was thankful that he did. He had never been so happy to see the Manor. You had never seen a Manor before. He almost laughed at the childlike wonder on your face. But instead, he was enamored by it, the same way you were enamored by a house that had lost its shine to him over the years. Draco longed to see the mansion through your eyes even for a moment.

“Your mother wrote,” Snape offered a letter. “She’ll be here within a day,” Draco sighed and skimmed the letter. “Do you still think this is a good idea?” “It’s the best one we’ve got,”

Before Draco could argue, the clearing of your throat softly drew his attention. You had changed into one of his mother’s old dresses that he hadn’t seen in years and you looked quite sheepish about it. Draco stood, out of respect or perhaps startlement. Snape gave him a look which he promptly ignored, going over to you.

“I... I hope it’s alright,” You fiddled with the skirt. “He... he said I could—that I should...” 

“You look wonderful,” Draco encouraged softly. “Come, dinner is ready.”

He took your hand and led you through the large house, tuning out Snape’s instruction to you about how to hold yourself as you walked. Draco smiled at the annoyance in your eyes.

Dinner was... more or less a disaster. Your stubbornness met Snape’s instruction, getting you both nowhere.

“If you want to become the Heir of Hogwarts you will listen to me,” Snape almost snarled.

“I don’t want to become the heir!” You stood abruptly, throwing your cloth napkin onto the table. “I just want to know who I am!” Storming out of the dining room, Draco watched you, before sharing a look with Snape.

“She’s hopeless,” Snape muttered.

“You’re dealing with an American Gryffindor; did you think she was just going to sit still and look pretty?” Draco chuckled, standing.

It took him a while to find you. Draco could only fathom that you had gotten lost in the house yourself and winded up on a balcony somewhere on the third floor. You had a blanket draped around your shoulders as you stared up at the stars. The night had cleared, giving clarity to its pathfinders.

“I know what you’re going to say,” You spoke softly, sensing him nearby. “I... I can’t do this Draco. I’m not some lady, some long lost princess in some sort of fairytale. Magic or not...” You took a sharp breath in. “Fairytales are just stories. I’m still a girl with no parents, no family, no past... and no future.”

Draco studied you, wondering how you had changed so much from the confident self-assured girl he’d met this morning. He also had little clue what to say to cheer you up. So, he did what normally comforted him, he spoke fondly of his mother.

“My mother wore that dress,” He began softly, leaning against the door frame. “When I was young, before Hogwarts. Father would always be away on business. She’d take me to the garden, and we’d have a picnic. I remember her in that dress on those warm summer days,” Draco let his eyes slipped closed, lost in the memory. “She used to tell me that I’d never be alone. That as long as I could do magic, I’d always have a place to belong. That there would always be someone out there like me.” He paused. “Hogwarts was my home for quite some time. Slytherins were my family.”

“Who am I to come and claim it as mine then?” The words barely left your lips.

“You’ve been alone and away from your family for so long now. Don’t you think you deserve to go home? To a place that you belong?” You turned to face him, hope flickering in your eyes.

“But I—” You ran a hand through your hair nervously. “I’m never going to be good enough. Dinner was a disaster and I’m never going to please someone like Snape, let alone any other wizard!”

Draco couldn’t do anything but laugh. “No one can please Snape, darling. Don’t take that personally.” He sobered a bit. “You’ve never going to please everyone. Believe me I know. But... it’s more about becoming someone you’re proud of,”

“I don’t know who that is,” You turned back to the stars.

“If you run away, you’ll never know,” Draco mused, standing next to you, leaning on the railing. “But... if you truly can’t stand it in the next three days... I’ll take you back myself,”

You looked over to him, a swirl of emotions unidentifiable on your face. Before he could start to decipher even one of them, your gaze turned downward. He let out a soft sigh.

“If it’s any consolation,” Draco began. “I believe in you. I think you belong,” He turned to leave.

“Draco, wait,” You called out, “Thank you... I know... I know I’m a handful,”

A smile played at his lips. “That’s one way to describe you,”

You rolled your eyes, but you still didn’t smile and that worried him more than he cared to admit.

“I’ll take you back to your room,” He offered.

“I’m quite capable—” You cut yourself off and sighed. “Thanks, again,”

Staring at your closed door, Draco found himself wanting you back before him, so that he could continue to talk to you. He enjoyed it more than he thought. You didn’t fawn over him, nor did you fear him. Instead, you treated him as an equal. As a person.

“Oh, she looks like a kicked puppy!” His mother fawned the next morning. “Draco Lucius Malfoy I’ve taught you better!”

“It wasn’t me!” Draco argued back. “It was Snape!”

“Don’t you talk back to me young man!” She scolded. “Poor thing,” She turned to you, tucking a strand of hair out of your face. “There, there, I apologize for my son’s behavior,”

There was a look of bewilderment on your face at your gaze met his. He didn’t know what to do but shrug and shake his head.

“It... it really was Snape, Mrs. Malfoy,” you stammered out. “Draco’s been...” He met your eyes again and the words you were about to say died on your lips. Not this his mother noticed.

“Oh, don’t you worry about him!” She consoled, standing. “Severus Snape what have I told you about manners!” His mother shouted. Draco was grateful he was no longer the one being shouted at as his mother left to go and reprimand Snape some more.

“Your mother is...” you started a smile finding your lips. It was the first time you smiled since dinner last night.

“I should have warned you a bit more, that was my mistake,”

“No, she’s lovely,” You insisted.

“You don’t have to lie on my behalf,” Draco mused, earning a laugh from you.

“She really is wonderful,” Your laugh faded to a smile.

“You say that now, but if you thought Snape was a lot,” Draco laughed at the dread in your eyes.

His mother insisted they go to Paris to shop for you. A way to take your mind off yesterday, as well as find you the basics of wizardry. Which started with a wand.

“This is stupid,” You muttered as the shop keeper flitted about the hundreds of wand boxes, tittering in French to his mother.

“You need a wand,” Draco whispered back. “Every wand is unique, so there’s one for you,”

It took a few tries, and a few shattered light fixtures—and repairing spells—before you had a loyal wand in hand. Draco made sure that you could use the wand comfortably and surprised him by calling a lighting charm without the incantation... or him telling you to. He caught his mother’s eye who was clearly impressed with you. A new set of robes, what seemed like a new wardrobe entirely and a few books later, you seemed satisfied.

“I really can’t ask anything more of you,” You argued. “This is all more than enough,”

“Nonsense, darling,” His mother laughed. “Think nothing of it. Every great witch needs the tools to help her be successful,”

You blushed, looking down. “I mean it,” You tried again. “Even a trip to Paris would have been more than enough,”

“You’ve never been to Paris!?” His mother was aghast. You had really done it now. “Draco! Why didn’t you tell me the poor girl has never been to our city?” She turned to you. “You really must forgive his rudeness, I blame his father,”

“He—I—” You stammered.

“But I won’t have you here and not show you the wonders of the greatest city in the world. Come! Come!” She ushered you off and Draco had no choice but to trail behind and make sure you didn’t get into too much trouble.

After what seemed like days—though it was only hours filled with shows, attractions, museums, antique shops and more—his mother finally found a resting place, and by the look on your face and your slumped shoulders, you needed it. It was a rooftop restaurant that overlooked the city scape of Paris, off to the Eiffel Tower that lit up the night sky. You had that look of wonder and enchantment in your eyes again as you took in the city scape. Again. Draco wished he could see it through your eyes... for the first time all over again.

“She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she?” His mother whispered in his ear, far from your earshot. “I’m surprised at you Draco. I’ve never seen you this way around another girl before,”

“She not just another girl mother,” Draco retorted, trying not to blush. “She’s the heir of Hogwarts. The Gryffindor crown princess.” He sighed softly. “She doesn’t have time for...”

“A handsome young man who’s been on his own for too long?” His mother mused. 

“A Slytherin,” He finished. “A Death Eater,”

“You’re no more a Death Eater than she is a muggle,” Narcissa said sternly. “I see the way she looks at you Draco,”

“Enough, mother,” Draco shook his head, pursing his lips. “Enough,” 

“Fine, fine,” His mother scoffed. “Y/n, darling!” She called.

This dinner was a bit more successful. You were animated with conversation and excitement from the day. There was a way that you spoke about his city that had his heart. Dinner lulled to wine and dessert as couples began to take the dance floor, gliding along to the live band.

“Do you dance darling?” His mother asked, noticing your interested.

“Uh, no, not really,” You stammered, looking sheepish as you blushed.

“Oh, that won’t do! Draco, go on, teach her!” Narcissa gave him a pointed look.

“No really it’s okay!” You refuted before he could.

“Nonsense, every girl must know how to dance, magic or no,” You could both sense that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

So, he ended up with you in his arms on the dance floor as he tried to lead you through a simple waltz.

“You have to trust me,” He instructed, as your eyes met his. “I’m not going to let you fall,” His tone softened.

Your eyes didn’t leave his as you began to find your rhythm in the dance, letting him lead you through it all. Soon you were laughing with joy as he twirled you around the dance floor. He heart skipped a beat or two. The music ended before he wanted it to and a round of applause went up.

And Draco had to let you go. 

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I laid in bed that night, staring at the stars I had created with a simple spell. With the use of my wand, magic was... easy. If I thought and felt what I wanted, it occurred. Though it seemed like a natural process to me, Draco, and Narcissa—and even Snape—were impressed.

Staring regardless, I replayed the night over and over. Dancing with Draco... in Paris... on a rooftop like some sort of stupid fairytale. Whose ending didn’t belong to me. It was the one question I didn’t ask through Narcissa’s lessons. What happened to Draco and I after I had claimed my ‘throne’?

It left me sleepless.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered to him the next day, in front of the grand gates of Hogwarts.

My anxiety was through the roof. Clad in new formal robes, and hair and makeup perfected courtesy of Narcissa, all I had to do was walk in.

“We can still turn back,” Draco gave.

“I can’t do that either,” I muttered, causing him to laugh.

“I believe in you, Y/n,” His earnest words caught my attention and out gazes lingered a bit too long, leaving us both blushing.

“Just... don’t leave me,”

“I remember you telling me that if I could prove magic to you, you’d follow me anywhere. I don’t think I have to worry about you ever leaving me,” He joked softly as we walked into the castle grounds.

“I suppose not,” I smiled at the ground.

“Y/n,” Draco paused, the mood shifting to something more serious and downcast. “You’re... you’re gonna hear somethings about me and... they’re not going to be good,” I pondered his words for a moment.

“You flew halfway around the world to find me, and you helped me get back on my feet, that’s good enough for me,” I smiled softly.

Draco pursed his lips and took a deep breath, still looking despondent about the situation.

“Draco,” I called softly. His grey eyes met mine. “I’d never have followed you onto that plane if I didn’t trust you,”

Deciding that he didn’t have an argument to that that he deemed should be voiced, he led me deeper into the grand castle and it took everything in me not to stop and stare at just about everything.

“You went to school here?” I squeaked. A smile parted his lips. 

“Yes... you should have too,” He seemed to realize the injustice. 

“We can’t change that now,” I comforted.

Magnificent doors parted the two of us from the entire school and quite a few wizard officials according to Draco. I stared at the intricate detailed work of the doors. If I wasn’t so nervous, I could have spent the entire day staring at these doors alone.

But there was something to be done.

The doors opened and the entire hall fell into a pin drop silence. I grabbed Draco’s hand without thinking for the comfort and support. He squeezed mine reassuringly as we began out steps forward to the front, where older, authoritative looking wizards stood.

“Death Eater,” A student hissed. 

“Traitor,”

“Scum,”

“You don’t belong here,”

 “Slytherin,”

My eyes glanced up to Draco, who had a mask of no emotion, but I could see the stress in the clenching of his jaw and tightening of his eyes. It was subtle but it was still there. This time I gave his hand a squeeze of reassurance and glared down the crowd, who immediately went quiet. There was not a menacing whisper to be heard.

At the front of the Great Hall there were three wizards who stood out among the rest. They were younger, but still assured of themselves as they stepped forward towards us. A boy with fiery red hair holding hands with a girl who had a glare that I was proud of and beside them a boy with a mess of black hair and piercing green eyes.

“Potter,” Draco’s eyes narrowed as he stood a bit taller.

“Malfoy,” There was the same distain in the supposed savior of the wizarding world’s tone.

I snorted, drawing both of their attention.

“What are you? Five?” I crossed my arms. “Y/n, nice to meet you,” I held my hand out for Harry to shake.

“I still can’t leave you two alone for five minutes,” A new voice sighed, stepping forward. “I hope they haven’t caused you too much trouble, child. I’m Professor McGonagall, headmaster of Hogwarts,”

“Y/n,” I gave again. “Supposed heiress to Gryffindor,”

“Yes,” She smiled. “I can see it in your eyes,”

Harry scoffed, sulking mildly. I looked over to him, then to Draco, confused and amused.

“I must apologize for the deceit in my letter.” McGonagall continued paying no mind to the interaction between Harry and me. “I feared that it was the only way to get you to come,” Her kind blue eyes held mine.

“I understand,” My smile was light. “In fact, if it wasn’t for Draco, I’m not sure I would have found my way here,”

“He used you!” Harry argued. “He wanted to clear his name so of course he helped you! You think he’d be a decent person if there wasn’t something in it for him!”

“That’s enough of that Mr. Potter!” McGonagall scolded. “Mr. Malfoy aided the heir of your house here from America unprovoked and I will not have you accuse him of such things,”

“If she trusted Malfoy there’s no way that she could ever be a Gryffindor. She doesn’t belong here,” Harry’s words were as cold as ice.

The malice and hatred in his voice and eyes was a fatal blow to my heart and confidence. Harry was right. I didn’t belong here. I looked around to the lavish hall and all of the students and wizard officials who had years of training and practice and grew up knowing who they were... this wasn’t where I belonged.

“How dare you,” Draco snarled, taking a step forward to shield me from Harry’s further words, but they had already hit their mark.

Their bickering silenced, but the tensions were high. Not that I noticed, I was too wrapped up in my negative thoughts.

“Come child,” McGonagall beckoned.

“Give me a minute,” I requested softly.

“We really need—”

“I said in a minute!” My raised voice shocked Draco and McGonagall. There was almost fear in their eyes. Harry still held the same hatred for me in his stare, now smug as if I proved his point.

It was enough to cause me to run.

Never being in a castle before in my life let alone a magic one, I was lost before I took my third turn. Tears streaming down my face, I never felt more alone. I found myself in a small courtyard with a lone old oak tree.

As I did when I was younger, I began to climb high into the branches, looking for an escape from the world below me. But there weren’t branches high enough this time. Resting on a high branch I leaned against the trunk, I let myself cry. The passage of time was hard to tell as the sun sank and the stars came out to play. It might have been an hour or two. I didn’t know and I was too miserable to care.

I didn’t belong here, and I wasn’t wanted here. Moments before I was only thinking that I didn’t care what they thought about Draco. I never imagined that there would be doubt and uncertainty about me.

I heard footsteps coming into the courtyard.

“Go away Draco,” I warned, pausing when I saw that it wasn’t Draco, but instead McGonagall. “I’m sorry, I thought—”

“I know who you thought I was,” She peered up at me through the branches. “Merlin’s sake what are you doing in a tree?” I heard the sternness in her voice, but I couldn’t help but here the amusement underneath.

“Hiding,” I offered sheepishly.

“Well come down from there,” She ordered.

I made my way down with ease. Dropping to the ground from a higher branch than I could have, I knew that I startled the headmaster. I gave a polite hesitant smile.

“What do they teach you in America,” McGonagall pursed her lips, an undeniable hint of mischief in her eye.

“I’m... really sorry professor,” I sighed. “I know I’m not what anyone thought. And I know I don’t belong here. I’m sorry I ever...”

“Never mind all that,” She cut me off. “Who are you, child?”

“I... I was hoping that you could tell me,” I glanced down, fidgeting, and straightening my robe. 

“My dear, I’m old, and I’m tired of being conned and tricked.” She began.

“I don’t want to trick anyone,” I said earnestly.

“And I’m sure owning this castle means nothing to you either?” A silence passed between us.

“I just want to know who I am,” I finally spoke. “Whether or not I belong to a family, if I’m someone like you,” I sat on the stone bench that was to the side. “Draco said that Hogwarts was like home to him... a family,” Tears stung my eyes. “I never had a home, a family...”

McGonagall sat beside me, placing her hand over mine.

“Heir or not, you will always have a home here at Hogwarts. It is a safe haven to all witches and wizards who wish to remain,” She assured me. “And I am the one that must apologize. Mr. Potter is very hotheaded, a negative attribute to Gryffindors I’m afraid,” A smile played at her lips. “But... if Draco followed you to America and brought you here, I have no doubt that you are the heir.” I smiled down at my hands. “I see the way he looks at you,”

“I’ve never met anyone like him before,” I confessed.

“Then you are very special,” She stood. “Now come, you have a title to claim and a sword that belongs to you,”

“I get a sword?” My excitement grew as I followed her. McGonagall merely laughed and led me back through the castle.

Draco, who was anxiously pacing outside of the Great Hall, caught sight of us. He rushed over to me, looking me over before pulling me into a hug, before remembering himself.

“I’m so sorry,” He insisted. “This is my fault. Harry and I never got along, and as soon as I walked in there with you, I pinned you as a rival to him,” He cupped my face softly. “I’m so sorry,” He repeated.

Nodding, I gave him a smile.

“You destiny awaits inside my dear,” McGonagall motioned toward the entrance to the hall.

The second time I walked down the aisle of students, I no longer had the confidence I had before. Except, Draco’s hand in mine gave me the courage to keep going. Except this time, Harry’s malice was not the force holding me back.

As Draco and I were halfway across the room, a great darkness flooded the hall. Disquieted whispers of fear were exchanged among the students and official wizards.

“No other heir will take the throne,” A cruel voice hissed, that I had only heard once before, in a dream. I grabbed Draco’s hand. “No heir but Slytherin,”

I looked to Draco, trying to find what to do next in his eyes. He was just as uncertain as I was. Then something sparked in his eyes.

“The sword Y/n!” Draco urged. “Take the sword and claim your throne!”

“But how is that—”

“Just go!” He ordered drawing his wand and leaving little room for argument.

The darkness hung heavier in the room. Shedding my stuffy robes, I was free to run in nothing more than jeans and a sweater to the podium where the sword lay.

“Don’t touch that sword!” The voice hissed. “Or your lover here dies!”

I turned to see Draco almost entirely consumed by a thick black smoke, struggling for air.

“Don’t hurt him!” I screeched, pausing on my ascent toward the sword.

Hundreds of wizards and witches watched us with bated breath, warned by McGonagall to stay back. I could see the fear and fury in their gazes.

“Don’t hurt him,” I begged, taking a step away from the podium. 

“Y/n, don’t—don’t worry about me,” Draco gasped out.

“You’ll die,” I argued weakly. “You can’t leave me! You promised!”

“I know,” He choked out. “Just trust me. It’s magic,” The sparkle of mischief in his eyes gave me the courage I needed to ignore the threatening evil voice and walked up to the sword for the third time since I arrived.

“No past... no parents...no home...” I muttered, looking at the sword. “But you won’t take my future!”

I gripped the sword handle and held it high above my head, watching as the Great Hall was bathed in golden light. Every person in the room stared at me, before bowing. I didn’t care. My eyes held onto one person.

The dark cloud has nowhere to run, it was vaporized. Draco fell to the ground gasping for air. I dropped the sword to the ground, hearing it clatter somewhere behind me as I rushed to Draco’s side.

“My god, Draco!” I worried over him, holding him close. “Don’t you ever do that again!” He coughed out a laugh and his arms weakly embraced me.

“Y/n, sweetheart, I don’t think now is the right time. You can yell at me later,” He nodded to the faces in awe that stared at me.

I scrambled to my feet, helping Draco up.

“All hail the Gryffindor Heiress and the Slytherin Prince!” McGonagall proclaimed with a clear voice. A loud cheer went up in the Hall that had me blushing and nearly clinging to Draco.

McGonagall came over to me, offering me the sword that laid in her outstretched hands. “I do believe this belongs to you,” She smiled.

I took the sword, and though the light wasn’t as great as it had been moments before, there was a golden shine to the silver metal. I held it up, examining it. A word burned into the metal, in a golden script.

Virtus

I smiled at the word. Glancing up at Draco, and the adoration in his grey eyes, the sword was soon forgotten from my attention.

“Hi,” I whispered.

“Hello,” He smiled.

“So... I’m the Heir,” I offered, nervous for a new reason. 

“I see that,”

“Draco?”

“Yes?”

“I... I, uh,”

“I know.” Draco smiled, “I fancy you too,”

I laughed despite myself at his British vernacular. Of which I had to quickly explain because of the hurt look on his face. Rolling his eyes, he pulled me close, causing me to look up at him. I met curious warm grey eyes that held the secrets of a world. I smiled.

Draco leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, cradling my face with the utmost care as he kissed me. Another cheer went up causing me to laugh and forcing me away from his kiss.

“I love you,” He mended, whispering for just us to hear. 

“I love you too,”

Then he pressed his lips to mine once more not caring if the world was burning or celebrating around us.

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[startanewdream]

Hey can you write a Jily lives AU about the moment Hagrid comes carrying presumably dead Harry. Please include the views of James, Lily and Ginny. And maybe I am asking too much but also a Harry killing Voldemort.

Hi! Thanks for sending an idea! 

This was like the most angst thing ever to write because it’s a hopeless moment for all of them, but here it is Jily view of the Final Battle (no Ginny, sorry, but she does appear in this and Hinny gets a little of love).

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Summary:  When Harry opens the Snitch and finds the Resurrection Stone, James and Lily don’t show up.

Read on AO3 or below:

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One minute

The Cloak - his father’s gift for his eleventh birthday - allows Harry to walk by unnoticed, protecting him as always from prying eyes. He stops quietly at the Entrance Hall and glimpses inside the Great Hall.

It is full, but it’s easy to find his parents by his father’s messy hair and his mother’s auburn hair; they are talking quietly to each other.

They are grave, but when Harry looks at them, he sees beyond the dirty and the cuts on their faces and the marks of the battle; he even sees beyond the First War heroes that everyone else thinks of them. He sees his parents. 

Mum and Dad.

Somehow, at the end of his journey, it is easy to remember all the good moments. He thinks about his father’s warm grin when he was patiently teaching Harry how to fly, encouraging him to go higher, to never give up, to enjoy some risks now and then; about James’ hazel eyes looking proud and exasperated at him, whenever Harry had been involved in one of his adventures over the years; and about the way James Potter never let him down, always providing comfort and help whenever Harry asked for it.

Looking at a face that is so like his own, Harry just wants his father to mess his hair one more time (‘Dad, come on’, he would complain, even though he always enjoyed how that made his hair look like his father’s), to tell him everything will be okay if he just never gives up, to listen to one of his father’s Marauder tales, because now he thinks of it, he always took him for granted. Even with the death threats and the war, he always thought of his father as invincible, always thought he would have one more moment with him.

He wonders what his father is whispering to his mother right now and knowing he will never hear his father’s calm reasonable words again almost break him.

Even at distance, even amongst chaos and destruction, Harry thinks he can see the way his mother’s eyes seem to shine with a determination that Voldemort could never take away. It’s the eyes Harry inherited and the eyes that made Snape give his life for. He wonders why his mother never talked about being once friends with Snape and he realizes now how many things he never thought of asking her. More about her life at Hogwarts; more about her sister; more about her work, her dreams. There is a world of Lily Potter that he never got to know.

Like with his father, he took his mother for granted too, thinking there would be time later to do all these things he never rushed to. He wishes he had hugged her more, had really shown how much he loves her and how much he is grateful for having her supporting him in every moment of his life.

And he wishes he had one more minute with her, to hear her amused laughter at something his father said, to see that sparkle of mischief in her eyes, to feel her loving arms around him protecting him more effective than any charm could.

But Harry knows he is lying to himself because one minute would not be enough. He could stay there forever watching them and it still would be too short to see his parents together.

Even now, when they are looking tired and worn from the battle, for once looking like their real age, he thinks they still shine together, James and Lily Potter, whose love cast a blood protection and saved Harry so many times before.

But this time, it’s Harry’s love for them that shall save them.

It’s fitting, he thinks, and it’s fair; he already had seventeen wonderful years with them. The only thing that hurts is knowing how much they will suffer when he is gone, how much they won’t understand that Harry did it for them. He is facing Voldemort this one last time because his mother taught him to never stand for bigotry and because his father taught him to always do the right thing.

Harry hopes they will eventually be happy and at peace.

And he knows they will see each other again someday.

They are in each other’s arms, his dad kissing his mum tenderly on the forehead, and Harry records in his mind this last image of his parents, using it as much as a Patronus to walk him through the dementors, to give him the final courage to face Voldemort and to sacrifice himself.

When Harry opens the Snitch and finds the Resurrection Stone, James and Lily don’t show up.

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One minute.

Being at war the first time had taught James that sometimes, even in the middle of the chaos of the battle, you need one minute to stop and breath, one minute to let panic take over you until you are able to think straight again and focus on what needs to be done.

Lily is in his arms and he lets himself enjoy this one minute because when it’s over he knows there is work to be done. People need help - so many of them are hurt and there are so many corpses that need to be laid down. It's war and blood and his hearts burns with sorrow for all that has been lost and knowing there is still more loss to come. They haven't won yet.

But Lily is hugging him - he doesn’t know who is supporting who - and he lets her familiar scent fill him, calm him, take him to a place where he remembers why he is fighting for.

It’s for her - it’s always been for her - and it’s for Harry too. Their son.

He takes a deep breath and then his one minute is up. James places a soft kiss on her forehead, like he has done uncountable times before, and ignores his fear that this will be the last kiss he ever gives her.

Despair never helps. Hope is all he has and he will cling to it. Somehow, he knows, this will be over soon. One way or another.

But he concentrates only on one way now, believing that Harry has a plan. He hasn't seen his son since before Voldemort had called for that cease-fire, but he saw Ron and Hermione and if they are fine, Harry is fine too.

It's not easy to accept that so much lies on his seventeen-year-old son, but he trusts Harry. Whatever else James may have done in his life, his greatest achievement will always be how he and Lily raised their son - how he is a fine young man with his heart in the right place.

And when this is over, Harry will get to finally live at peace.

It's easier to think about the possibilities of the future than to think about how many young lives were lost that day, and how much destruction Voldemort has caused, but he vows they will rebuild everything. Their faith, Hogwarts, the belief in something good. They will make a better world.

James lays down a boy that looks young in death enough to be his son, and he tries not to think about how frail the boy seems and how easily it could be Harry.

No, no despair. Like he always tells Harry, good things can come if you just never give up. And while James is breathing, he will fight. He thinks of that Halloween night many years ago, when he thought he would die and was willing to just to give Harry and Lily more time - he would happily exchange his life for them if it meant they would be safe…

'Mr. Potter?', he hears a soft voice calling him, and when he turns, James sees the distressed face of Ginny Weasley. 'Professor McGonagall told me to call you, she needs assistance with reinforcing the barriers outside'.

James nods.

'I'll be right there. And it's James, Ginny'.

She looks at him, her brown eyes for once without any shadow of her usual joyfulness, and James thinks that, like Harry, she had to grow up too fast.

'I think I'll stick with Mr. Potter for a while longer', she says, and James suddenly understands. Ginny always called him formally, just to tease him. If she starts calling him James now, it would look too much like as if this is their last conversation.

They both need to believe there will be more time later.

'Fine, future Mrs. Potter', he says at least and that almost makes her smile.

When they leave the castle and are about to go separate ways in the grounds, she turns to him with a troubled face.

'Have you seen Harry?', Ginny asks, and he can hear a fear in her voice that makes him shiver.

'No, but he must be fine', he says, because he can't think of any other alternative.

'Hermione told me he had something to see', says Ginny, almost to herself. 'And that she thinks he went upstairs, but I could swear I felt…'

She stops herself, shaking her head, and looks in the direction of the forest.

'But?', James presses, even as his instincts tell him he doesn't want to know her feelings.

'Nothing', Ginny says, her tone making it clear that she also doesn't want to think of the worst. 'I am sure he is just planning the next move. Lily's son is actually very smart, you know?'

James accepts her teasing.

'I'll let you know half that smartness is mine'.

'I thought he took from you the part where he is always in trouble'.

'No, he took from me the part where he always gets out of trouble', James says and for a moment they exchange a soft smile.

Then Ginny blinks.

'Good luck with the charms', she says, and with a final nod, she leaves him.

James watches her go briefly and thinks that, when this is over, he and his son will need a serious conversation about ending very good relationships for stupid noble reasons.

For the next fifteen minutes, he works tirelessly, helping reinforce the castle magical barriers and rebuild the entrance door so they can better control the situation. Death Eaters have the numbers, he knows, but as Remus always says, numbers don't win battles. If they can focus the main battle in the Great Hall, then a limited number of Death Eaters will be able to enter and they will have a better chance against Voldemort himself if he fulfils his promise to come...

And then James can watch the last duel between his son and Voldemort, and the mere thought of it fills him with dread. He can't just watch. He has to be there for Harry, he has to be side by side with his son because he would never let Harry alone -

'Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone'.

He doesn't hear any more of what Voldemort is saying, because his mind is screaming in denial. No, no, no.

Voldemort is lying. Harry would never run away, would never die. Harry would never sacrifice himself so they could all get a chance -

Except his noble brave wonderful son would certainly do it.

One minute, he thinks madly. I will believe in it for one minute then I will see it's a lie.

When he sees Hagrid carrying him, that one minute never ends.

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There are minutes that seem longer than others.

Sometimes this is good. Lily can remember a minute of pure laughter with Dorcas and Marlene in the girl's dormitory many years ago; the reason for the laughter is long forgotten, gone as her friends, but the memory of that happy silly moment stayed.

Or the first time she woke up next to James, with his arms still around her, his breath slow and soft, and she had seen his sleeping face and thought she really loved him - they had said that to each other the night before, but in that one minute of silence and peace (before James had woken and tickled her and made her giggle and kissed her), she had just basked in that feeling of loving.

Or that one minute she had stayed longer in the bathroom, looking at the pregnancy test that said that despite being unplanned, despite the horrible timing, she and James had created a life together - their love had made him, their son. She had looked at the test, her hand in her still flat belly, and for one minute it was her and her baby only before she left to share the news with James.

There are other bad minutes, but Lily tries not to think of them. She is optimistic, as much as she is realistic. Life is made of good and bad moments; she just chooses to focus more on the good ones than let herself despair with the bad ones.

So she focuses on her task ahead, handling potions as people ask for them, her mind always thinking what ingredients work better for the problems people are facing - cuts and burns and acromantula venom…

When there is a moment of tranquillity (that doesn't fool her - it's just the calm before the storm), Lily lets herself look around. James must be out in the grounds - he always felt better at open spaces -, but she still can't find Harry. He must be busy, her poor hard-working son. He will not rest until -

A shiver runs through her body, inexplicable and cold, and she thinks of that expression her mother used - like if someone walked in her grave.

It's silly, of course, it is probably only that fear and adrenaline before a battle, the one that James always tells her to use in her favour to sharpen her senses.

Except she is not fearing for herself. She thinks of Harry, her little happy baby whose eyes always seems to shine with pure amusement to the fact that he is alive. She thinks of seeing him growing up, coming of age as a beautiful brave man, and just like she used to do when he was a baby in his crib, she thinks she could watch him forever and it would not be enough.

He is her precious son. The one she would die for without hesitation because all she wants is for him to be safe. Harry must be fine.

And still that feeling lingers, threatening to crush her, as if a dementor - the thing she always feared the most - is right next to her, sucking all happiness and hope, and Lily thinks madly that she needs James right now, needs his arms evolving her to make her feel at home. His presence always has a soothing effect on her, with the way he kisses her forehead and he is so warm.

With James, she always feels everything will be ok. Not just for her, but for their family.

But she is alone now and she is cold and Lily swallows a cry that seems to come from her chest. There is no apparent reason for that unfathomable fear, there is nothing different. People are still waking around her, helping where they can or comforting the hurt ones or the people who lost someone or else just finding their loved ones -

Love.

And then, just as suddenly at it came, that feeling is gone as if taken by a light breeze. There is only a shadow of it on her heart, like a scar of a long-healed injury, but that uneasiness is gone, and Lily raises her eyes to the enchanted ceiling almost expecting the dawn to break.

It is still dark outside, but dawn cannot be too far. A new day brings new hope, her mother always said.

But then Lord Voldemort’s voice is ringing through the room and she hears his words, understands them, but she doesn’t believe him.

Harry can’t be dead. Voldemort didn’t kill him sixteen years ago, he won’t kill Harry now. Her love - her and James’ - protected him.

Except the protection ended when he came of age.

Lily walks outside feeling like she is gliding more like a ghost than walking like a human being, and there are people around her but she doesn’t notice them - maybe Molly is gripping her arms, maybe Neville (that amazing young man who would have made Frank and Alice so proud) is calling her name. She doesn’t know, she can’t do anything but oblige to that urge to go outside and see for herself that Voldemort is lying.

‘No!’, someone screams and she thinks it’s Professor McGonagall, who once wrote for her and James to tell them their son had been made the youngest seeker in the century, and they could read the pleasure and pride in her letter.

McGonagall had always favoured James and Lily, and Lily always thought that favouritism had also been extended to Harry, no matter how McGonagall would deny it.

That was a cry of despair. She never thought McGonagall could make such a sound, but Minerva must be mistaken, there is no other -

And then Ron and Hermione are crying too, and Lily thinks of how they are Harry’s family as much as she and James; she thinks how Harry always had loyal friends just as Sirius and Remus were always there for James. She trusts Ron and Hermione - trusts their love - to guide and protect Harry and to be by his side no matter what; Ron was always the heart and Hermione was always the mind and together she knows Harry had the best friends in the world that he could have.

No, not that he had. He has. Still has.

But Ginny is crying for Harry and he is not answering, and somehow that breaks into Lily, because Harry is so in love with that girl that of course he would answer her back. Lily thinks of how Harry’s eyes always shine when Ginny is around, how happy he seemed in those weeks they’ve been together, how worried he was for her while he was away (‘Promise me you will look after her, Mum’, Harry had asked the day before vanishing at Bill and Fleur’s wedding, ‘I can’t - if anything happens to her - please’).

And she knows her son and she knows that what Harry always saw with Ginny was the promise of a normal life - a life where he isn’t the Chosen One, but just a regular boy falling in love with a regular redhead, just as his father once did.

Except Hagrid is carrying him and Harry is limp and still and she thinks of holding that little baby in her arms for the first time, of how he was moving and crying but when he looked at her - with those bright green eyes that she had passed on to him - he seemed to calm.

He will awake, she thinks unreasonably, and she waits for him to jump and laugh, but Harry stays still in the one minute that takes for Voldemort to come closer, and that is the worst minute of her life.

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Spells and curses are flying around them, but James and Lily don’t take their eyes off Voldemort’s red ones.

It feels a lot like a deja vu, because they had already been there, facing him, standing up for him. Four times. They survived four times and in the fourth one, they managed to protect their son.

Maybe it’s too late for Harry now, but they both know Harry would never want them to give up. And if all they can do is get this final piece of justice, they will.

From the corner of his eyes, James sees Bellatrix Lestrange falling - and that gives him a sinister pleasure -, but then Voldemort is blasting he and Lily of the way, turning his attention to Molly Weasley instead.

‘Protego’, someone yells, casting a shielding charm between Molly and Voldemort, and Lily’s heart beats faster even before her mind registers to whom that voice belongs.

And then Harry is pulling off his Invisibility Cloak and James remembers Harry’s amazement when he gave him the cloak for his eleventh birthday, promising solemnly he would take care of the family’s inheritance. Harry’s eyes had sparkled with all the possibilities; as much responsible his son was, there was a Marauder inside Harry too.

They are circling each other, Voldemort and Harry, and though Lily wants to rush to her son’s side, somehow she knows this is not the moment. For the first time, she truly accepts this is Harry’s fate, this is Harry’s moment. She and James made everything they could - they raised Harry and they loved him and they taught all the things that really matter. Their son is a survivor.

Harry is talking about love (Snape, really?, James thinks) and wand lore and remorse and then Harry is casting the spell he likes most, the one that he defended when James told him he should be more aggressive (he just wants Harry to be safe, no matter what, but Harry refused to blast people out of the way). And then it’s over. Finally.

Dawn is breaking and somehow the first coherent thought in Lily’s mind is that her mother was right, a new day always brings new hope. Then she is screaming - or James is, she doesn’t know - and their arms are wrapping Harry, feeling his heart beating and he is alive. Their son is alive and all will be well. They stay in each other’s arms, the Potter family, for what seems forever - but it’s only a minute because Harry has other people to embrace and to celebrate and to love.

That minute begins a lifetime.

[noxtms]

*   𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃   :   where can we find info on your marauders and next gen side groups?

by joining nox and following the discord links to each rp from there ! lumos ( the marauders verse ) had a blog, but both of them being run from their discord groups just made more sense since i don’t run them on my own like i do nox - it’s easier for the respective councils to keep on top of things and really the only downside has been not having a traditional blogroll, but that’s fine. neither are required of you by being in nox, but to join & stay within them, you have to be a member - if you leave the main group, you forfeit the others too. 

both are fully influenced by the existing nox timeline, lumos probably moreso. our marauders verse takes place in 1994. it’s three years to the end of the war & the conflict between the death eaters and the order is escalating everyday. it’s really a very quintessential group for the era but for the change in the time period ( done so that it could feel like an actual prequel to nox, even if it’s au in all its own ways ) and the fact that everyone has been very supportive of my degenerate peter pettigrew thoughts and feelings, to date. 

the next gen verse is, of course, newer and less strongly established, but it’s also the one most au from the universe, since it’s specifically built from nox canon and diverts from the end of our s1 plot. in aurora, the prophecy that drove our first season was never spoken and the light side triumphed over bellatrix lestrange early on, during our second department of mysteries battle. every change from here on out was made to ensure that no one gets too comfortable with our next gen verse existing, in the first place - i don’t want aurora to take away from the fact that the nox plot is still ongoing, and characters that have kids over there may still die, here. just to rapidfire rattle off some changes, over there : kingsley shacklebolt & the diggory sibling died in our season 1 finale, there was never a resurrection ( no regulus, harry or voldemort ), the de’s were rounded up and sent to azkaban with many including bellatrix later executed, anton karkaroff never became minister, sybill trelawney still died ( but of a heart attack, not murder ), the chudley cannons won the quidditch cup instead of the holyhead harpies, etc, etc.

it’s now 2049, and rather than an rp dealing with the fallout of a war that never came, in aurora, the plot is a murder mystery with inspiration taken from one of us is lying by karen mcmanus, if we were villains by ml rio and twin peaks - willa longbottom, eldest daughter of neville & his oc wife, has been found dead beneath a dark mark and anyone could have done it. there are several known connections ( all with possible motives ) and five that can only come out through rp, all of which will build a clearer picture of who willa was and why she was murdered. i generally hate next gen verses, so it’s already been so fun to build one where no canon kids exist and no pre-conceived ideas of how those kids act do, either - it’s all STEEPED in nox canon, between the timeline we’ve worked on to flesh out the last twenty odd years and the fact i get to play cordelia malfoy, third born of draco malfoy & ginny weasley. 

so there u go ! that’s what i can say about both, and there’s still way more i couldn’t touch on - most especially in regards to how big and sexy everyone’s brains have been in their casting and characterisation of marauders era characters and how absolutely bonkers the aurora world is, already - but you’ll have to join us to get in on all that ! 

[jaicarbonilla]

The Auction by Lovesbitca8

Synopsis:

In the wake of the Dark Lord’s triumph over Harry Potter, the defeated must learn their new place. Hermione Granger, former Golden Girl, has been captured and reduced to human chattel. Sold to the highest bidder as the top prize at an auction of Order members and sympathizers, she is thrust into the rabid, waiting hands of the Death Eaters. But despite the horrors of Voldemort’s new world, help—and hope—seem to arise from the most unlikely of places.

Review : (Contain Spoilers)

*PURELY MY OPINION, AND I UNDERSTAND IF YOURS IS DIFFERENT FROM MINE.

This is the AU for the Rights and Wrongs series of Lovesbitca8 where Voldemort won and the women and men who were on the other side of the war were captured and sold in an Auction, bided on by the Death Eaters or any influential family for that matter who is on the side of the Dark Lord. You can read this on its own or after the first two parts of the series since this is an AU. I preferred and what I did was read the first two before this one since it gives more of that impact on what could have been or what would have happened if things were different. So you can check out the fanfiction here -> The Auction (do read the trigger warnings)

The Auction was tackled on the TRTTD/ATWT story, it was a catalyst for “The Wall” that Hermione made, and I’m glad that the author made an AU diving into this darker reality of going through that event. Having said that, let’s get on with the review.

Okay, I’m just going to let it out, maybe it’s because I read one after the other but I don’t really know the published date of The Auction versus Manacled, but I find them vaguely similar in terms of the whole vibe of it. Manacled was just a bit darker especially at the start and the way it dived into the rape and trauma content. Comparing The Auction to it, this had parts that were darker but never really involving the two main characters, it revolved in their surroundings though. Both had explicit non-consensual sexual content but they gave it in different manners. You can read my review on Manacled here. So enough about that, I just wanted that to be out there.

Focusing mainly on The Auction now, knowing what I read on TRTTD/ATWT, this AU gives just the right amount of light and dark in a fanfiction. It’s not too heavy, and it’s not flimsy either. It starts after Harry dies and Hermione finds herself following Narcissa Malfoy searching for her son and urging him to leave with her and hide from all of the things about to happen. Just from the conversation they had, you’ll find already the conviction of Draco to not leave Hermione behind especially knowing about the auction that the Death Eaters were talking about.

I find that this harsh reality of sex slave trade a bit stretched but not impossible, knowing that these men and women were focused on revenge and suppressing the good from overtaking them again. Of course they would want a continued humiliation and that showcase of power to all to remind everyone that they won. Reading that the Dark Lord wasn’t really interested in the trade rather was invested in claiming all the other countries and was just tolerating or just turned a blind eye to it just so that he can give that moral boost to his supporters was a possibility, and I’m glad that the author thought about it. He was no longer human, barely has a soul left, but his focus was on spreading his reign throughout the other countries, that’s what driven him from the very start, power, and I’m just glad that there wasn’t an explicit content on whether Ginny was raped by him, it was just noted that she was his pet and was most of time with him. I don’t think I would have read further if there was a descriptive story on that. I just can’t imagine, and I won’t.

I don’t know why, but I kind of respect Lucius here. Like, he’s doing his best to give Draco what he wants and what he needs, but also doing enough so that he doesn’t get into trouble. I like that concept of him knowing that Draco loves Hermione and would do anything for her, and Lucius would be there to make sure that Hermione is safe for Draco, and would do anything for them because that is Draco’s happiness right there. That scene after Edinburgh raid, where he went into Hermione’s mind and saw that Hermione loves Draco, that line where he said if you love him stop trying to get him killed, or something like that, was perfect. He is still that man who can kill for Voldemort and would do any of his biddings as long as it doesn’t cross with Draco’s safety, but now he is also the man who loves Narcissa so much, loves Draco so much, that he knew when to act harsh or act smart. 

I still love Narcissa here, not as much as I love her in TRTTD/ATWT, that was cute and light, here it was deeper, more motherly, more mature, you can see her struggle on trying to maintain composure at all times while her husband and son is out there on the battlefield. You can see her trying to still act harsh but defends Hermione as much as she can when needed. She knew when to let Draco and Hermione choose their own paths without any second opinion from her, especially when they were trying to get the antidote for the tattoos. But you can’t change the fact that Draco is her son, and would beg Hermione to let him leave with her so that they can be safe until everything is settled. I love that the author gave that.

Plot wise, I like the fact that there was an Edinburgh plot. I don’t like what was happening, but I love that it was there. Because that is what to be expected, once you have these slave girls, there’s bound to be a club of some sort, where they display them like trophies and show how they broke these women into the shell that they now are. There wasn’t any detailed plot on the men side, but there were snippets, like Seamus and Justin’s fight.  On the women side, you can read how they can trade girls for galleons for a night, and how they are reduced into this waitress/prostitute beings, how they are forced to do all sorts of things for these men in power.

I don’t want to go too detailed about it, because this will be a lengthy read if I did but yeah, the flow of the story was so good, the parts where Draco and Hermione slowly started to trust each other, ultimately missing each other and confessing their love for one another had a great timing overall. Draco’s possessiveness and protectiveness of Hermione was just the right amount to play on both sides, like it was enough for the dark side to think of it as some ploy about being an only child and not learning how to share, and enough for Hermione to think that Draco actually cares for her. I love how the author thought about the ways Draco prevented any suspicions on Hermione’s lifestyle in the Manor, how the whole family actually kept with the charade. It was all well thought. Even the ending, that was smart. I believe with this plot that it was fairly possible that the epilogue would have been the best case scenario. I love that it was in Cornerstone, like it just tugs at my heart.

Overall, there were parts that I skimmed through, but it was a great read. 4 stars!

See you soon!

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Dark!Fic

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 REVOLVEVLOVER by firethesound, zeitgeistic Rated:  Explicit Words:  46324 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Explosions, Camping, Assassins & Hitmen, Post-Hogwarts Summary:  The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for. It’s just that he’s never deciphered a kill sheet and seen Draco Malfoy’s name on it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Railway Lands by maelipstick Rated:  Explicit Words:  65012 Tags: Not Epilogue Compliant, Harry/Draco - Freeform, Junkie Death Eater Repair Kit, Kings Cross Summary:  Draco finds his own way to cope with being a failed Death Eater at Voldemort's headquarters. Voldemort finds a way to destroy the wizarding world even after his death. Harry is trying to hold the world together while his mind quietly comes apart. Warnings for graphic drug use, depression and suicidal ideation, Draco being an arsehole, sex work, criminality, non-con sexual situations, shifting POVs, ofc werewolves, self neglect and self harm, general unprettiness, unplanned parenthood and references to other works of fiction. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Wolves and Lambs Look Not by LowerEastSide Rated:  Mature Words:  3328 Tags: Major Character Death, AU after OotP, Angst, Minor Character Death, Dark Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, POV First Person, Switching, Dark Summary:  "I perceive that goodness and justice have dwelt in your heart: we could not live together." ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Forgive Those Who Trespass by Lomonaaeren Rated:  Explicit Words:  135889 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Denial, Mutilation, Horror, Body Horror, Psychological Horror, Torture, Muteness Summary:  Harry Potter was convinced he had an ordinary, if inconvenient, life. Then Ron and Hermione vanished in the Department of Mysteries. And the only person who may know where they are is a mute Draco Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 His Enemy’s Fall by Elfflame Rated:  Mature Words:  23291 Tags: Community: ownficfest, Dark!Harry, Bottom Draco, Top Harry, Dark fic Summary:  Harry finds himself getting closer to the Malfoys as his world begins to fall apart. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Blue Sunny Day by firethesound Rated:  Explicit Words:  26122 Tags: Creature Fic, Dark Comedy, Awkward Sexual Situations, Vampires Summary:  Years ago, Harry Potter disappeared from the Wizarding World. When Draco spots him at a club in Muggle London, well, he just can't resist the opportunity that presents itself. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Servile by calrissian18 Rated:  Explicit Words:  68511 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con, Lots of Character Death - Nothing Major, Historical References, Violence, Torture, Slavery, Rape, Not Your Average Bear... Slave!fic, Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Major Character Injury, Erectile Dysfunction, Past Relationship(s), Pining Harry, Jealousy, Intense Self-Doubt, Original Characters - Monsters - Creations, Bottom Draco, Dry Humping, ALL THE SCARY WARNINGS DO NOT REFER TO THE HARRY/DRACO Summary:  “I would love anything you gifted me, My Lord, but this,” silver eyes, the same shade as the dragon that marked Harry's arm, glinted in his direction under the Death Eater’s hood, “is exquisite.” ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 When Death Comes Calling by MysticKitten42 Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  2569 Tags: Dark Magic, Dark Mark (Harry Potter), Grim Reaper - Freeform, Invisibility Cloak (Harry Potter), Master of Death (Harry Potter), Sectumsempra (Harry Potter), Experimental Magic, Trust, Enemies to Lovers, Getting Together, Boys Kissing, Auror Harry Potter, Rule Breaking, Angst with a Happy Ending, Halloween, Samhain, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Community: hp_creatures, HP Creature Fest 2020 - Quarantine Creature Comeback Summary:  It’s All Hallows’ Eve and as Harry investigates a string of seemingly related deaths, there’s one he hopes to prevent. He looks over Harry’s shoulder and Harry turns too. They both see it, the dark translucent figure making its way to shore. ~ Or ~ Getting together in the face of Death. Literally. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Ever Fixed Mark by shealwaysreads (onereader) Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  1085 Tags: POV Draco Malfoy, POV First Person, Dark Harry Potter, Sort Of, The Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter) is Terrible, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), Morally Grey Harry Potter, Revolution, Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Spy Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-War, BAMF Harry Potter, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Powerful Harry Potter Summary:  In which Harry decides to burn the world, and Draco watches on with adoration. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken Shakespeare, Sonnet 116 ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 You are a Runner and I am My Father's Son by charlotteschaos Rated:  Explicit Words:  14908 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Dark, Drama, Explicit Language, Character Death, Sexual Content Summary:  Harry had hoped that he'd only see one war in his lifetime, but this new war was much more subtle--a war on liberty where the Ministry controls the choices of its citizens in order to protect them from The Muggle Threat. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 I love you by curlee_cue Rated:  Explicit Words:  18500 Tags: Language, Sex Summary:  Harry knows what love is. It’s something that grows. Something that adapts. Something that sometimes needs a little help along the way. ❤️ Read on LJ

📜 No More Desperate a Creature by glitteringvoid Rated:  Mature Words:  29724 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Heavy Angst, Temporary Amnesia, Suicide Attempt, Blood and Violence, Murder, Hospitalization, Dark Harry, Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Violent Thoughts, anger issues, Internal Conflict, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Trust Issues, Intrusive Thoughts, Dark Magic, Elder Wand (Harry Potter), Mind Manipulation, Invasion of Privacy, Euthanasia, (discussions of it), Domestic Fluff, Drowning, Loss of Control, Coma, Diary/Journal, Hopeful Ending, POV First Person, POV Third Person, POV Outsider, POV Multiple, Mental Instability, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020, Psychological Horror, Guilt, Therapy, Jealousy, Nightmares Summary:  Harry Potter thought he had finally left the war behind (with the exception of a few particularly stubborn nightmares that still wake him up, every now and then). He loves Draco Malfoy (and who saw that coming, back in Hogwarts?), loves the life they built and the future they are looking at. He doesn't yet know that everything he holds, everything he fought so hard for, could be gone very soon. He doesn't know that the war isn't as neatly tied up and won as he thinks. Harry thought he was done with dark times and suffering. Harry thought wrong. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Through His Teeth by dicta_contrion Rated:  Mature Words:  2820 Tags: Post-War, Dark, Bruises Summary:  "C’mon then, Potter. Don’t tell me there’s nothing you’ve ever wanted to do to this body.” ❤️ Read on AO3

[tomionefinds]

Hi!! I really want to read fanfictions where Tom is not very dark and actually likes Hermione. Could you recommend me some?

Hey Anon,

These were the first few that came to mind...

I'd recommend perusing out our Fluff tag and our Modern or Muggle AU tags for some soft!Toms; just because of the setting he usually can't get away with as much murder and torture, usually. -JD

Adamant by hioangeost

E/Ma | Complete | 21k

Hermione has to make an after-hours delivery to Paragon Enterprises as part of a project for work. On the way there, she encounters former schoolmate Tom Riddle.

A loosely Red Riding Hood inspired Tomione fic. Takes place in an alternate (but recognisable) universe, where the two attended Hogwarts concurrently.

Psychological Warfare by yuwoo

E/Ma | One Shot | 18k

Hermione has never mastered Occlumency, so she blocks her mind with violent thoughts whenever she and Tom Riddle cross paths. One day in History of Magic, she accidentally thinks of his penis while she tries to come up with new torture methods.

'Trust Riddle,' Hermione thinks, 'to not bat an eye at maiming and murdering, but the thought of me touching his prick makes him freak out.'

A Big Ball of Wibbly-Wobbly by Colubrina

M | Complete | 27k

The war is over, the good guys have won, and Hermione Granger goes to sleep in her lovely flat only to wake up in 1953 in the bed of someone she'd really much rather were dead. "I'm working on the 'kill Lord Voldemort now, work out the temporal paradox issues later' plan," she tells him. He laughs. Tomione. COMPLETE

The Scientist by uchiha.s

M | Complete | 57k

U, HG/TMR/FW. Attraction builds between Hermione and her best friend's older brother, yet she can't tear her mind from the mysterious puzzle that is her critical theory professor: Dr. Riddle. EPILOGUE UP.

[k-s-morgan]

Since there's one for tomarry. Any Harrymort recs?

Another message:  Hi! I absolutely love your fic 'What He Grows To Be'. I am waiting for the next chapter. Can you also please recommend some To-marry fics that are also detailed, have a deep character analysis and do follow along the with the original Harry Potter World?

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I decided to combine your asks because my suggestions are going to be pretty similar! All these stories are long, detailed, and have amazing character development. I’ll break them into Tommary and Harrymort. Note that some of them will be repeated from my previous list. Many are rooted in canon, some are AU, but I’ll point it out in the summaries so you both could find what you’re looking for.

Harrymort

Hauntingly. I read the old completed version, but the author is now re-working it and it’s already very long. It’s a brilliant and realistic depiction of Harry/Voldemort that diverges from Order of the Phoenix.

No Glory is Harry/Voldemort from the same writer. It’s very intense and dark, and it’s an absolute masterpiece. Voldemort is possessive, incredibly twisted, and absolutely obsessed with the fact that Harry is his Horcrux. Takes place during DH.

Consuming Shadows is a very complex and endlessly beautiful work where Voldemort won during first war and Harry with his mother escaped. Years later, they return to Britain, which is under Voldemort's/Tom’s control, and Tom is becoming dangerously obsessed with Harry.

Death of Today. It’s a long and dark soulmates AU with Harry/Voldemort.

Their Verdict of Vagaries. It starts as Harry/Tom but evolves into Harry/Voldemort. It’s tied with canon in very thorough and interesting ways. I had some issues with some later parts, but it’s still an amazing story.

His Twenty-Eighth Life. MoD Harry who keeps being reborn: canon is counted. 

Love's Loathing. AU. Harry and Voldemort fight for the opposite sides but they’ve been engaged once.

The Black Bunny. It’s more of a humorous story that diverges from canon closer to the later books, but I loved it a lot.

Ensnared. Beauty and the Beast AU.

Harry Potter and the Slytherin Heirs. Diverges from later books: Voldemort won the second war. Heed the tags!

Nevermind the end. Diverges from later books; heavy dub/non-con.

Sleeping Somewhere Cold. Harry is a part of Malfoy family who’s destined to be with Voldemort. 

Tomarry

Jonquils and Lightning. After the war, Harry settles in another world and lives peacefully until another version of Tom comes looking for him.

Tainted. The war ends but Tom lives. Very unsettling story, but to my despair, it ends just as things are getting even more heated.

White Innocence. Time travel: Harry finds himself in the past and attracts Tom’s attention.

The Explosion. Diverges from canon (I think): Harry travelled back in time and earned Tom’s love, but he doesn’t know about it yet.

Twist of Fate. Diverges from canon from the moment Dumbledore leaves Harry with the Dursleys. Amazingly rich and plotty story, but it’s not finished and the romance didn’t really start yet, although the relationship between Tom and Harry is still brilliant.

The following stories are the Tomarry I marked as “loved”. Most of them seem to feature time travel, but I can’t say for sure because I don’t recall them well - will have to re-read them.

Hem of Your Garment.

Field Theory.

How to prevent a War.

Words Fail.

The Rise of a Dark Lord.

[thecrazyfan-girl]

Headcannon

So, in an AU where Petunia Dursley actually loved Harry, and was really over-protective of him, and couldn’t bear to send him off to Hogwarts every year because the magical world was the place where she had lost her sister...

And Dudley was actively involved in the workings of the Order of the Phoenix as a muggle-spy and had those DA coins that Hermione had made, so that in times of emergencies, he had a team of highly-trained aurors at his disposal...

Suddenly, during the Battle of Hogwarts, his coin burns in his pocket, and he jumps with delight because he didn’t get a sign from the wizarding world since they had been forced into hiding.....

Petunia insisting that she comes with Dudley, and both of them leaving a very shaky Vernon back at the old house, and pulling the car out of the garage....

Petunia arming herself with a large butcher knife, a small swiss knife and pepper spray, and Dudley, upon watching this, shaking his head, and saying they’d probably have some kind of meeting.

 Petunia refusing to put them away, and Dudley sighing and letting her keep it.

 Petunia out of her mind with worry about the messy-haired bespectacled boy who had a knack of falling in trouble.

 Dudley knowing the way to Hogwarts, because Remus had told him in Harry’s sixth year, when Dudley was busy finishing high-school and spying for the Order whilst posing as a dumb muggle straggler.

 Remus had told him to come there in case of an intense emergency, because Dumbledore was there.

 Dudley not caring that Dumbledore was dead, and this was probably a bad idea, because this was the first time in months that he was called out possibly for a mission, from the Wizarding World. 

It was the first time in almost a year where he would possibly have an idea of Harry’s whereabouts.

Petunia and Dudley driving into Hogwarts after five extensive hours of speed racing, to find a battle-area and all hell broken loose. 

Petunia looking at Dudley smugly and Dudley grudgingly accepting the butch knife.

 Both of them entering the battlefield (they could see Howarts because all the muggle-repelling charms were broken)

Both of them entering the battlefield, ready to kick some ass.

 Petunia disarming almost every death eater, by stabbing them discreetly, and smothering them with pepper spray rendering them useless to cast the simplest of spells. 

Dudley looking surprisingly fierce, giving perfect blow-by-blow punches, whilst the death eaters looked too befuddled to even react as a big dude just ran up to them and knocked them flat-out cold.

Ginny watching Dudley ram out a guy and then panicking, because, “oh my god those are Harry’s muggle relatives!”

Harry and the rest of the Order realizing that the mother-and-son duo were rocking it, but Ron quickly pulled them aside, because, “you are muggles dammit, you cannot fight!”

Dudley glaring at Ron, saying, “We can very well fight the muggle way-”

Ron slamming a fist down, because Dudley was just as much of a brother as Harry, or Fred, or George. He couldn't risk losing more brothers.

Petunia and Dudley grudgingly sitting back down, in a so-called safe spot, and Ron running back into battle.

Petunia rushing down, horribly white in face, upon hearing Voldemort’s voice, proclaiming Harry’s death. Dudley’s hands covering his grief-stricken face, refusing to believe Voldemort’s twisted version, where Harry tried to run out on him. He was sure he went down fighting.

A total chaos ensuing, as they realized Harry was alive. 

Petunia screaming, and cat-calling as Harry struggled out from his invisibility cloak, not caring if attention was attracted to her. Her baby was alive. He was well and good. 

The battle of Hogwarts finally being won, and the first thing Harry did was to rush to Dudley and give him a half-angry, partly-ecstatic hug.

Petunia and Dudley going down in magical history as first muggles to fight in a magical war.

Lily losing her shit up in heaven above, “that’s my sister! that’s my son! that’s my nephew people! THAT’S MY SISTER PEOPLE! THOSE ARE MY SONS PEOPLE!!”

Forgive me if I sound dumb but...

JUST IMAGINE!

[astranne]

FanFiction.net MASTERLIST

Here are the FanFiction I’ve read on FanFiction.net. Hope you’ll enjoy!

For each recommendation I’ve linked the story to the title and wrote/copied a little summary. Please remember that many stories are rated M or E, if not stronger. Read on your own risk!

justhugefangirl’s masterlist

fanfiction recommendation masterlist

Love’s Labour Found  by Peanutbuttertoast1

The War may be over, but Hermione Granger's life is just starting as her true heritage is revealed. Being the Heir to the Throne of England and a real life Princess is just the beginning of Hermione's story...but how will the Wizarding World react when they learn the Golden Girl and Gryffindor Princess is really a real life Royal?

This fanfic os one of my favourites, read it already three times- I can’t. It’s perfect, okay? For me it’s perfect. 

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A Witch in Gotham by Peanutbuttertoast1

After the Second Wizarding War, a curse rips through the Magical World, leaving devastation in its wake. Hermione Granger is tasked to find the reason, and the cure before more lives are lost. Retreating into the Muggle World to start over, Hermione finds her way to Gotham City as Mia Black, Head of the Black Foundation. Her decision to help the Batman changes her life forever.

A perfect crossover- honestly, this author is perfect. As well this story. I don’t link more of the authors work but there are some other ones which are just ... perfect.

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Mischief Managed by fringeperson

A man with black hair, green eyes and pale skin watched over a child with black hair, green eyes, pale skin, and a variant of the Elder Futhark rune Sowilo etched upon his brow.

Mischief Mastered (part of story)

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Green Eyes and Red Hair by fringeperson

He was a practical joker with messy black hair. She was a talented woman with bright red hair. It turned out that they both had green eyes. Their daughter, when she came, was untouchable for more reasons than one. Loki-is-James, Natasha-is-Lily, Rogue-is-Fem!Harry.

I love the relationship between Loki and Natasha :)

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Love on Her Arm by Eye Greater Than Three

During a trip to Gringotts, Hyacinthe Potter discovered she met her soulmate, William Weasley. Bill/Hyacinthe. female!Harry.

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The Winter Witch by Kneazle

Hermione realized it began with a sense of Impending Doom and finished with a battle outside her tent. The deciding line between staying and helping Robb Stark, or returning to her universe, is getting harder to see the longer she's in Westeros. But it's a decision that she has to make, or it's one that will be made for her. Part 1 & Part 2 complete! Part 3 now ongoing.

This... is one of my favourites crossovers,,, the slowburn between Hermione and Robb,,, and it’s so fluff,,, I’m such a sucker for dark stories but this is just pureness and ugh-

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Moratorium by Darkpetal16

Harry Potter could never be the hero. But, she might make a great villain. Satire. Parody. -COMPLETE- F!Harry Fem!Harry Gray!Harry.

Uhm- this is one of the darker fics I love. It’s very good written, cause of this I really don’t mind the ship fem!Harry x Tom Riddle

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A Life Twice Lifed by Nemesis13

Draco Malfoy died at the venerable age of 107, and who awaited him at the crossroads? His mother? His wife? No, it had to be his eccentric former rival, eventual best friend, and far too often partner in chaos Harry Potter. Oh, and of course he had a deal to offer Draco to live his life anew, and obviously there was a caveat to it all that he wasn't privy to, damn Potters.Fem!Draco

Ahh, Drarry. How I love this ship

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Persephone by dulce.de.leche.go

Better to be the right hand of the devil than in his path. Better still to be the consort of Hades than a part of his collection of souls. Ten years after Voldemort has won the war, Hermione reaches a breaking point and shreds the flow of time to change her future. If she can't change the world, she will change her place in it. Extremely dark Tomione/Volmione. Warnings inside.

As already written in the summary, this fic is hella dark. So if you don’t like dark fics (especially with all the warnings mentioned in the first chapters) don’t read. I still love it tho-

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The Muddy Princess by Colubrina

Just another Pureblood!Hermione story. A hidden adoption revealed, a brother found, a new world to figure out: "What are you hoping for?" he asked as they stood ready to do the spell. "I don't know," Hermione admitted. "You?" His knuckles were white on his wand. "A sister," he said, his voice very low, "I'm hoping for a sister."

There are more stories from this author which are just- awesome and absolutly perfect, like the next ones. Since they have over 60, I won’t link every work here. 

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Lady of the Lake by Colubrina

Hermione and Draco team up after the war to overthrow the Order and take over wizarding Britain. They have plans and they'll get power, but the cost of victory may be higher than they expected and more than they can bear. Dark Dramione. COMPLETE

This is perfection. Nothing more to say. 

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Dark Cherry Chapstick by Colubrina

Hermione returns for an optional 8th year after the war and Draco Malfoy, also back at Hogwarts at his mother's request, notices she's changed. A brief dip into the 'makeover' trope AND the 'goth' trope in one fic. ONE SHOT. Dramione.

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The Green Girl by Colubrina

Hermione is sorted into Slytherin; how will things play out differently when the brains of the Golden Trio has different friends? AU. Darkish Dramione. COMPLETE

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The Last Peverell by animerocker 646

Being the Master of Death made life difficult, especially when you need to save all of magical Europe from inbreeding its way to extinction. At least Death was enjoying watching his Master attempt this over and over again. Harry didn't find it nearly as entertaining. Well, tenth times the charm right? (FemHarry)

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Soft, Low, English Accent by Tsume Yuki

'God, you've got a beautiful voice.' Hariel always found it funny, that of all the things her soulmate could take note of -the messy hair, the bright green eyes, the scar- it's her voice he points out first. FemHarryxMatt

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Bless the Broken Road by Tempestas D. Uzu

Her resolve crumbled in the face of Pietro Maximoff's scruffy good looks and warm blue eyes, and she found herself falling for another person who would be doomed to die for her selfishness. (One Shot)(fem!HarryXPietro)(cannon-divergent)(full warnings inside)

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The Death of Natasha Romanoff by Philosophize

While helping to stop Stane, Natasha encounters a face she never thought she'd see again. Forced to deal with memories, decisions, and a life she thought she'd long left behind, will she survive the emotional upheaval, not to mention the rampaging, homicidal Stane? Or will she have to face her fears & transform herself, becoming once again what she once was? AU; fem!Harry; femslash

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Code Of Conduct by tlyxor1

A year after the war, Gwen Potter joins SHIELD. It's a life in the shadows, and a perpetual dance with death, but for the Witch Who Won, SHIELD - and Clint Barton - is exactly what she needs. She just doesn't know it yet. AU. Clint/Gwen. Fem!Harry. Pre-MCU. Post-Hogwarts, Post OOTP. Discontinued.

It already says it’s not finished,,, but oh well- I still liked it.

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The Almost Forgotten Marriage Contract of 1763 by worldtravellingfly

What would you do when suddenly confronted with a 200+ years old marriage contract by a teen and her lawyer? Run for the hills? Call the nice guys with the white jackets? Certainly not - agree? Well, Tony Stark always was a bit unique.

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Some Hearts by sakurademonalchemist

Robin Black was a bound witch. However, as the new Mistress of Death she was able to break free to Asgard and prepare to reap her vengeance. What she didn't count on was falling for a certain green-eyed, silver-tongued God of Mischief or being hit by Time Sand before the war restarted. Can she make her way back to Loki, or will she be stuck on Earth? FEM HARRY! YOU WERE WARNED!

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A Man of Honor by bloomsburry-dhazel

One day, Lyanna Stark discovers an unconscious man in the Wolfswood. Not knowing who he is, she takes him back to Winterfell where he is nurse back to health... Steve Rogers can't remember what happened to him, or how he ends up there, but he does remember who he is. He is Captain America, and somehow he has become Lyanna Stark's sworn shield.

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The Origin of The Black Widow by The Black Shadowx

The story of how the Black Widow became to be. detailed description of her life in the Red Room and what happened when she defected. this is my own creation so if things appear that is not in the comics thats the reason. i don't things can ever be too far stretched so excuse me if it gets weird. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH MARVEL . WRITTEN FOR ENTERTAINMENT ONLY

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