#howgwarts during the war

[kward-the-local-cryptid]

Slytherin Stands

Self insert reader fic, about a Slytherin that manages to smuggle some students out of Hogwarts during the war.  Also, trans rights are human rights.  _______________________________________________________ Torturing someone was nothing new to you, but they didn’t know that. Alecto Carrow, the ugly twin, stood with an evil grin at the front of the classroom watching with a glee that made your stomach twist. Though once again, you were familiar with this. That awful guilt that tares at your soul as you clutch your wand, readying the curse. Familiar with the tense pain making your fingers spasm as your knuckles go white. Familiar with the only sound in the room being your roaring heartbeat in your ears. Your magic hated doing this. You hated doing this. 

Another whimper comes and breaks through the rushing of blood in your head. A first year Hufflepuff is kneeling at your feet, looking up at you. Those impossibly big eyes remind you of your first time. That fear, absolute yet still a slight edge of hope glimmering in the wetness of tears. By all the old gods, they look just like the muggle you tortured all those years ago.   No one is breathing in the room, no one dares. The curitartious curse is one even purebloods fear, your mother taught you that after she had taken you from your muggle father. Your halfblood status had made you a second-class citizen in Slytherin since your first year. This is your third year. You had been thrilled to learn that enough people had signed up for alchemy as an elective, that the growing rumors of war and increasing death eater attacks fell into the background. Yet now you were staring right in the face of war, and it was an elven year-old crying in front of you. Waiting to be tortured.   The spell begins in your chest, just like last time. All dark magic grips you in a way that tenses your body in an icey chokehold throughout your body. Your eyebrows furrow as the spell begins to form. There is an intake of breath in the half a second it takes for you to start casting. The other third year Slytherins and Hufflepuffs watch with wide eyes. Carrow had decided to make the older years watch as one of their young badgers was tortured, fucking bitch. That small hatred that moment of fury towards Carrow seals the spell, you have the right amount of magic. “CRUCIO!” it bellows from your chest, the magic power exploding out of you, as your wand is pointed at the Carrow twin. She falls onto the desk, twitching and screaming violently thrashing about the bits and bobbles she had decorated with. Power in your casting arm surges with an intense pain as the ice like grip tries to get you to stop. But the bitch is still conscious, still thrashing though not screaming anymore. With your left you steady your hand and keep the curse going. Not until your own body starts to shake are you able to convince yourself to stop. Warm relief floods your entire body. Maybe that’s why people get so addicted to the dark arts. That release of pain and icey grip fills you with an elated warmth that almost brings a smile to your face. But looking at the crumpled from of Carrow laying among her broken décor keeps your stance rigid and unyielding to the pleasure washing over you. You turn to the class, uncaring about the tears streaming down your face. From the Hufflepuffs there are looks of confusion, gratitude, and joy. You try not to think too much about the joy. With heart in your throat you look at your fellow Slytherins. Expecting to see hatred or malice, for them to judge you for torturing Carrow instead of the first year. Yet you find none. Relief and awe swirls on the faces of those who have not perfected the art of hiding emotions. Two years of taunts from your fellow classmates and from the other houses had made you bitter towards their opinions. You had taught that all the children of Hogwarts believed everything their parents did. Hating you for being a half-blood, hating you for being a Slytherin. But looking at their faces, you suddenly remember. All of you are children. Children who were barely through a fraction of their whole lives. Children who were forced to do and see terrible things this past year. Children, who had no way to fight against those that were bringing them harm every single day. Helpless. You were meant to be making friends and studying magic, trying to figure out what the hell to do with you lives. Instead you were being forced to torture and maim other children because of a war you had no part in. All the young faces staring at you, none of them wanted what their parents wanted. None of them wanted to live like this anymore. And now you understood, you had to help them. You are familiar with this, giving everything you had for your ambitions. Torturing to earn your mothers’ approval. Torturing to save one little Hufflepuff. Staring at those faces filled with relief and some now filled with tears, you had a new goal. You were getting them all out of here. “We are leaving Hogwarts.” Your voice cracks as breath finally comes back to you, tears still flowing freely but no one points that out. “I have access to a safe house, gather whoever you can and your essentials. We have 20 minutes before the next class. Move quickly and discreetly. If you can manage, leave everything behind.” Your proclamation is met with nods and a hardening of eyes. No thirteen year old should look that old. “Y/N.” One Slytherin steps forward. Derrik Blowstrotter, pureblood, steps forward, “How do we sneak out to get what we need?” Blowstrotter had always been brilliant. Top of the class, clever in a way that even the older Slytherins took note of. To ask you was to put blame on you if anything went wrong. Or at least that is what you think at first. Yet there is a gleam in her eyes that tell you to follow her lead. This won’t put blame on you, it establishes you as a leader. “Only six of us can leave all together, if the others see a whole class roaming, they’ll send alerts. Pick three for each house to go and gather other people and collect essential valuables. Only essentials.” You carefully send a warning eye to all the group, “Two at a time can leave but stagger when you come back as well. Bring who you trust.” Hufflepuffs pick their chosen quickly and send their first two out. The Slytherins only pick one person to go and check for others. Like you, they carry all their most valuable things on them, just in case. As the groups keep working, you turn back to Carrow, still lying in a heap on the table. With two attempts, you manage to summon rope and tie her up. Before you still kneels the Hufflepuff tears and snot pouring from their face. Before you can make any remark, the tiny Hufflepuff launches themselves around your midsection. Burying their face deep in your waist. They were ruining your uniform, but you still hold them. Rubbing small circles into their shoulder blade. “I know it was scary,” you say soothingly to them, “but I need to set up transportation to the safe house.” The first year grips you tightly but then lets go, stepping back and nodding up to you. With a small smile you nod down to them, then make your way up to the Dark Arts office. Umbridge had set up an untraceable floo two years and you knew it had not been taken down yet. That information cost you a full month of extra essay writing, but it was worth it now that the fireplace was ready to escape into. True to your instructions all of your classmates were back. Hufflepuffs were handing out their requested items. From a cursory glance it looked like many asked for a trinket or a picture. The puffs had managed to get ten other kids without too much fuss. Three were younger siblings who were joined at the hip with their brothers and sisters. Seven were wounded. Bad bruises barley healed; most were Gryffindors that had disappeared over the weeks. The Syltherin chosen returned with twelve students, making a comment about Carrow asking for more test subjects to get some of the group. Some where siblings, a few more of the injured Gryffindor’s, and some taken directly from the hospital wing.   “The floo is ready, we need to move quickly. It could be monitored without our knowing. I’ve set it up for mass transport. Keep your wands out until you pass through, just in case.” As you are ushering the others up the stairs a small hand takes your own. You don’t need to look to know the first year Hufflepuff is not holding onto your hand with a death grip. For good measure, you keep your wand pointing at Carrow as the others ascend the stairs. One by one, each student goes through. Gryffindor’s are hesitant but still follow their eager Puff friends. Eventually you manage to get the first year and yourself through the portal, landing the old manors living room. It is wide enough to hold all of you comfortably, but this is the largest room in the house, taking up most of the first floor. For a moment, the gravity of your situation hits you. You just smuggled 42 students out of Hogwarts and tortured a Carrow to do so. Before your mind can spiral and take note of this, a tiny hand squeezes yours. You look down into those impossibly big eyes again and see an expectation that fuels you into action. Waving your wand you seal the floo fireplace and lock it from being opened until you give express permission. Turning you address the group, all of whom are looking towards you for guidance. “There is a potion room through the second door to the right of the kitchen, anyone good with brewing get started on remedies for injuries. Bruise balms, skelegrow, calming drafts, whatever you can make with confidence. Do not try anything you are unsure about. Those injured are to remain in this room and wait for the rest of us to find or conjure beds and sleeping bags for you.” You keep an even glare at some of the older Gryfindors, who eventually either shuffle from your gaze, huff while crossing their arms, or given you a thankful nod in return. “Uninjured and those not good at brewing or cooking, take all the pillows, blankets and mattresses, bring them into this room. The kitchen was stocked and sealed, so if you know how to cook make a simple meal. Soup and bread I think will be the only thing most of us can keep down right now. Anyone who is familiar with warding come to me.” Injured kids sat or were helped to the floor or available chairs as the others began their assigned tasks. Thankfully it looked like a large number of the Slytherins went to brew, though a few decided to help find pillows and blankets. An older Ravenclaw and battered Gryffindor come over you to.   “Is the house already warded?” The Gryffindor asks. A sarcastic jib dies on our lips. You recognize them, three years your elder, and made your life hell. Part of you wants to mock them for wanting to help the “slimy Slytherin” but you hold your tongue. That look in their eyes, those bruises and poorly healing cuts tell you all you need to know. They have been through hell just like the rest of scared children in your old family manor. Suddenly it hits you, it doesn’t matter what the color of your tie is now, part of you wonders why it ever did. Now you are both much older than you should be and understand that petty squabbles over house points are through. There are much more important things to deal with now. “It has blood wards keyed to me alone but I don’t know how strong they are. The last time they were erected we used the traditional jar method. Nine throughout the property, extending three miles on each side of the house.” The Ravenclaw is taking notes and drawing something while the Gryffindor nods. “Those should hold fine, but we ought to add some extra wards and warning systems to the interior and just outside of the original wards. Perhaps even a warning system just outside of the original barrier as well?” The Ravenclaw shows the sketch of their proposed layout. Lay lines activating the new and old wards. It’s magic you have dabbled in but are willing to take their lead in this. With a nod the three of you discuss who is casting which part and how to check the original wards. You are the only one who knows how to pass through the barrier and you all decide it should stay that way. You leave the wards to cast the new warning system and disillusionment charms.   Walking in the early afternoon air makes the world around you sort of hum. Casting the spells and recasting the protections and double checking the old wards takes the better part of three hours. The entire time, a small and deathly quiet Hufflepuff is still clinging to your hand. It is the only thing grounding you and keeping you in the moment. They had covered their ears when you cast the magic to leave the wards. Chances were the firstie didn’t know how to block mind magic attacks. It’s not until you triple check the last protection point that you pause in your work. Just at the East edge of the property, sits a private beach. Its white sand and crashing waves remind you of peace but you can find none. The world is crashing down on you, like the waves upon the sand. Any moment you’ll be swept away. More tears come. Harsh but silent as you stare out across the open waters. You are a child, stuck in a war you never wanted. And now you were here. Leading a band of smuggled children to the house that was meant to be yours when you came of age. That was supposed to be when you were seventeen not now. Seventeen seemed so far away for so long, promise of freedom from your mother and from the taunting words of your peers. Now that hope of a peaceful future died and you wept for the loss of something you could barley name. You fall to your knees, listening to the crashing waves. Small arms wrap themselves around your neck and hold you. No words are said, nothing can be said in this moment.   You are no longer a child and you weep for all that used to mean to you.

[thetomarrylibrary]

Lost & Not Found (13)

‘’  Do you know the fic where it’s fem!harry x tom and it’s really dark and harry has a super strong patronus because he has it out a lot as a reminder of her father? Tom in this is terrible and it’s an awful relationship. ‘’

‘‘  AU where magic is real but I think Harry is an outcast in society because he’s the only one who uses magic and Voldemort is some kind of hitman that kills vampires? I think the Dursley’s end up leaving Harry at a tavern and he follows Voldemort until eventually Voldemort becomes really attached to him. There’s also a scene where he finds Harry in a burning village. They also spend a lot of time travelling through a forest. ‘‘   [ FOUND The Killing Instinct by KaedeRavensdale ]

‘’  Harry's in  Tom's time, I don't really remember much, because is the same Time travel Au, but there was this chapter in which Tom wanted to put Harry jealous (I don't really know but wtv) and let Abraxas stay at his side, where Harry usually sat. I remember that they were really close in that fic since the start and it was really short, maybe 4 parts.  ‘‘ [ FOUND Mine and only Mine by Selfproclaimed_princess ]

‘’  I know that in the fanfic Voldemort had completely taken over the wizard of world and was holding the triwizard tournament like in canon, Harry wasn’t a part of it tho he had to come help out after something went wrong during the second task cause he speaks mermish. ‘‘ [ FOUND Nose to the Wind by Batsutousai ]

‘‘  Tom said (to Harry ofc) something along the lines of "When you are cut, I bleed". Or maybe he said it to someone else about Harry, although I doubt it.  ‘‘         

 ‘’  It had Harry and Hermione as siblings and they were Artemis and Apollo and Tom was Harry’s creation from clay. Anyway, there was a fight between Harry and Hermione and Harry got turned to stone by Umbridge  ‘‘ [ FOUND Dreaming God by AngelxCloud ]

‘’  Only Harry reborn.. a few times.. he was in all 4 houses but he didn’t remember his past lives only tom remembered.. when he was in his last past live before  Potter, he was in dark side and was his lover.. when Tom told him that he wants him to make horcruxes he told him that he won’t do it and has better option. He did a ritual to ensure that after his death his memories will transfer to his new self. And he died when Harry Potter was born. ‘‘ [ FOUND I will always come back to you by watermellonsmellinfellon ]

‘‘  Harry travels back in time and catches Tom attention (he is not in Howgwarts anymore), who call himself Marvolo and don’t take a no for answer. He follows Harry everywhere and even threat with destroying places and people if Harry (who calls himself Hadrian, I think)doesn’t show up to their “dates”. I remember a lot of emphasis in Harry’s beauty. Harry is sad because he doesn’t know if he will ever be back to his own time. Tom is obsessed with Harry and in a way, it’s a courtship with a blushing Harry every time that Marvolo makes a move on him. I also remember scenes like: Tom finding Harry in a teashop and then sitting with him, another one in wich Harry is picking up flowers for a celebration and Marvolo finding him laying in the grass…   ‘‘ [ FOUND I Waited For You, In The Shadows of Time by Absentdementia ]

‘‘  Harry was in a detention center that Umbridge was in charge of where everyone in it had a ability,Harry's was manipulation. Toms trying to rise up by working for Umbridge, his was ironically empathy. They figure out they're in some alternate universe where there's no wizards and the "muggles" (they have different name) know they're there and keep them in those centers. So Harry, Tom work together to end it while Harry's friends, adults are looking for him worried Voldemort might find him. ‘‘  [ FOUND before they convinced you life is war by EclipseWing ]