#rip dobby you were a real one
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LMAO DIDN'T THEY LIKE.... KNOW HIM??
They probably had a FUNERAL for dog guy and everything and Caine turned him into a fuckin'
GLIZZY
#rip dobby you were a real one#where's justice for my man????#tadc#bear king speaks#tadc ep 4#tadc episode 4#spudsys#the amazing digital circus#FOR $57.57?????????????
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I think I've found a real winner with this one: dobby/kreacher
i completely agree, anon. the ultimate enemies-to-lovers.
dobby got injured while tailing draco malfoy, after he tripped over mrs norris and ripped a gash in his ear on suit of armour’s hauberk. he staggered - covered in blood - into kreacher’s nest in the kitchens and said, "dobby didn’t know where else to go".
[after all, all the other hogwarts elves think he's a lunatic - simply because he doesn't want to be a slave!]
"what happened to you, you piece of filth?" said kreacher, gazing in horror as gore dripped onto bellatrix’s picture...
within moments, they were entwined.
wizards don’t pay attention to elves - since it's necessary not to understand the inner lives of living beings if you wish to continue enslaving them - and so harry didn’t realise that they were flirting with each other when they came to deliver their reports about malfoy’s whereabouts.
this was for the best - kreacher's into some filthy stuff.
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Harry Potter characters as things my friends have said except there's way too many characters
Yes, we write down funny things we say, no that's not weird
Harry: “I wanna jump out a castle window but like not die”
Ron: “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD AT SOMETHING???”
Hermione: “It’s feminine to write a paragraph”
Neville: “Lore update: I’m confused as hell.”
Luna: “Hey I can’t come to the party on Friday night, I just bought a bunch of cows and I gotta chill with them.”
Ginny: “I feel like you’re only dating me for my brother.”
Draco: “My chat is in it’s gaslight era”
Dean: “This is a lot like a cult for a Christian movie”
Seamus: “Agility: Setting things on fire and watching it explode... but in different directions.”
Dumbledore: “No one here has committed any crimes, and if you have, they were funny crimes, so it’s fine”
McGonagall: “When u get to the exam its not gonna be helpful that you spent your lessons drinking gatorade and eating donuts”
Snape: “If you’re going to traumatise children at least make it aesthetic”
Sirius: “I’m so alpha that the men around me change their sexuality to accomodate for me”
Remus: “I have four lines of self-hate for you”
Lily: “The milfs in my bag”
James: “No beta we die like parental figures”
Molly: “Goodnight offspring.”
Arthur: “How often a day do you reckon your car gets a boner?”
Fred: “Love. Truth. Bodacious Booty.”
George: "In this world, it's either meme or be memed. In my case it's both."
Percy: “It is boring! But.....we like boring.”
Bill: “Sometimes you gotta ruin the vibe for the greater good”
Charlie: "Close your face nipples and think about dragons"
Oliver: “I’m a white man, we always win! Except at sports….except at hockey”
Hagrid: “You can't say fuck you to the dog!”
Lavender: “Not all women want to kiss women. I know, that one was a hard pill for me to swallow”
Parvati: “There is no girl on earth who is so straight she wouldn’t love having another pair of boobs around”
Padma: “Nobody likes princesses!! They’re white bitches who weren’t loved enough as children”
Crabbe: “Pancake....buttplug……pancake…….buttplug”
Goyle: *grunt* “Yes I just farted.”
Cho: “I was like ‘whatever’. Wait no I was really sad”
Cedric: “I just thumbs-upped the roof down”
Krum: “*completely monotone voice* but wait there’s more”
Fleur: “Sexism is bad. Kill everyone.”
Tonks: “Gotta go to the bathroom to change my gender real quick”
Moody: “This is not a time for sassy comebacks, this is a time for SURVIVAL!”
Lockhart: “Because I look cute it’s all my fault. Thats how that works apparently.”
Umbridge: “Oh my god it’s me! Shiny trash!”
Voldemort: “Sorry I’m holding your parents hostage and killing you but your parents can’t hear your screams of terror because they can’t hear you right now”
Bellatrix: “YOU GOTTA KILL SOME CHILDREN TO GET TO YOUR TRUE LOVE”
Lucius: “Have you started another cult?”
Narcissa: “Your son is okay” *sobs and cries*
Kingsley: “I haven’t laughed since 1972.”
Peter: “So, you’re on the floor spooning the rat”
Slughorn: “*loud chewing noises* Wow I hate myself”
Mundungus: “My voice cracked on the crack and im on crack”
Dobby: “I took my ugg boots off for that.”
Winky: “Is she gonna kill me? I’m very excited.”
Kreacher: “It’s just war miss it’s not upsetting at all”
Myrtle: “I went to the toilet and I see like the toilet seat around her neck”
Trelawney: “Teaching pigeons to be art connoisseurs”
Filch: “He’s like a really sticky person!”
Dudley: “Screw you I just want stuff”
Petunia: “Is there a reason you’re interrupting me mid-soup?”
Vernon: “So he’s mad” “Yeah he’s cranky” “No like insane”
Pansy: “I don’t hurt them I just legally stab them”
Lee: “Bro that’s rather cringe”
Quirell: “I don’t need an exorcism” “That’s exactly what somebody who needs a exorcism would say”
Amos: “I’m one of the last old white boys”
Karkaroff: “Terrible behaviour…. ur in denial my guy”
Xenophilius: “EVERY JOB IS A GOVERNMENT JOB, AND I DONT KNOW WHO THE PRIME MINISTER IS”
Greyback: “I… put my hand inside his chest…and ripped out his lungs”
Cormac: “Closeted homophobic”
Blaise: “He’s more attractive in a suit.” “ALL MEN ARE!”
Regulus: “Lucy it’s my turn to drown!!”
Aberforth: “ME? A member of the TEN COMMANDMENTS??"
Nearly Headless Nick: “Well, if you have to execute me… ok”
Marietta: “You can’t slay if you vape”
Mrs Figg: “Old lady woman man and his dog”
#harry potter#marauders#hp#hermione granger#ron weasley#draco malfoy#luna lovegood#ginny weasley#neville longbottom#severus snape#albus percival wulfric brian dumbledore#aberforth dumbledore#james potter#lily evans#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#nearly headless nick#moaning myrtle#molly weasley#arthur weasley#bill weasley#charlie weasley#percy weasley#fred weasley#george weasley#cho chang#cedric diggory#fleur delacour#viktor krum
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Novel Length Fics (> 200,000 words) (Part 4)
Title: Left Behind Author: Lifespassion Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Hurt and Comfort Chapters: 46 Word Count: 240,226 Summary: When the chandelier crashes down at the Malfoy mansion Dobby apperates without one member of the group: Hermione. Suddenly Draco finds himself doing things he never imagined just to try and keep her alive. "What if?" scenario Slow-Burn DRAMIONE.Dark-edged love story. Rated M: molestation, violence, torture, eventual sex, etc. (Full trigger warning Within)
Title: The Heiress of Slytherin Author: Peanutbuttertoast1 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Hurt and Comfort Chapters: 99 Word Count: 207,819 Summary: Hermione is sorted into Slytherin and is taunted by her housemates, particularly Draco Malfoy, who succeeds in alienating the little witch from not just Slytherin House but the entirety of Hogwarts. But what will happen when Hermione finds out just who her real Father is...and how will she prove her worth?
Title: Chosen Author: 5moreminutes Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Hurt and Comfort Chapters: 67 Word Count: 216,945 Summary: Draco Malfoy has a mission to complete, and no one can help him. Spending nights stuck on Prefect duty with Hermione Granger only adds to his problems. Doesn't it? Or is it possible that their unlikely relationship could alter the course of the Second Wizarding War -- if the Boy Who Made All the Wrong Choices can get this one thing right? Come for the medium-burn Dramione, stay for Magical lore and new twists on the canon we love (and love to change)
Title: Every Part of Me Author: PotionChemist Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Hurt and Comfort Chapters: 70 Word Count: 243,722 Summary: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have been hiding a secret for the past five years. Something brought them together during sixth year and then the war ripped them apart. Four years after Voldemort’s defeat, Hermione is married to Ron Weasley and Draco has recently married Astoria Greengrass. When they reconnect at the annual Victory Ball, Hermione tells Draco something about himself that he never knew, and it explains why he’s been dreaming of her since he let her go…Is it possible that Fate herself tried to unite the two sides through Hermione and Draco? How did all of this begin in the first place? Can their damaged bond be repaired five years later?*will be going back and forth between sixth year and present through flashbacks for the first half or so*
Title: Beyond The Castle Walls Author: singularritae Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Hurt and Comfort Chapters: 54 Word Count: 238,092 Summary: The war is over, but the new attacks have been worrying the magical world. When Hermione gets hit by a curse that sends her to St. Mungus, she has no hope left and is left to remember about her days at Hogwarts before the curse gets her memories as well as her body.A story about beginnings and ends and two people too scared to be together.
Title: A Thousand Words Author: olivejuice28 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Hurt and Comfort Chapters: 64 Word Count: 210,240 Summary: The Wizarding World is rebuilding itself after the Battle, as are the people who were caught up in it. Choices must be made, and paths must be taken if they are to move forward. For many, this is a second chance at life, at happiness, and even at love.
Title: Love’s Labour Found Author: Peanutbuttertoast1 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, AU Chapters: 79 Word Count: 204,219 Summary: 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?
Title: Nocturnus Author: In_Dreams Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Action, Adventure Chapters: 57 Word Count: 214,617 Summary: When an underground power stirs in France and threatens the fragile post-war balance in England, Draco steps into a seat of power to which he is the heir by birthright, determined to protect his family. Intent on justice, Hermione volunteers for the role of his partner and adviser, neither of them aware of the ancient and twisted web of chaos they're about to walk into.
Title: Remain Nameless Author: HeyJude19 Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 51 Word Count: 312,316 Summary: How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco’s daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can’t find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why are morning meetings with Draco Malfoy the only thing that make sense anymore?
Title: The Phoenix Potion Author: FedonCiadale Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Mystery, Family, Drama Chapters: 111 Word Count: 237,679 Summary: Twenty years after the battle of Hogwarts.... Harry is head auror and is worried about cases where Muggleborn children meet with accidents, Ron is a famous Quidditch keeper. Both haven't talked to Hermione for ages and certainly not to her husband, Draco Malfoy. Narcissa Malfoy struggles with a curse, and Neville and Luna try to stay friends with all. The key to solving the problems may lie in the past, a time nobody really wants to revisit and some can't.
Title: The Auction Author: LovesBitca8 Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 41 Word Count: 325,702 Summary: 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. PART 3 of the RIGHTS AND WRONGS series.
Title: The Unity of Opposites Author: Malbsession Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Mystery Chapters: 46 Word Count: 399,376 Summary: 'Give me a chance Granger. Let me save you this time.' Dramione DM/HG
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All in the Family
Chapter 21: The Burrow
It was a homey kitchen, that was the first immediate apparent thing. Even after they'd all landed it didn't seem to disturb the already hectic nature of the place any.
The stove was still full of the warm smells of a feast of a breakfast, to which the Marauders at once began helping themselves to. Dishes in the sink were scrubbing themselves to a polish, and someone had left a deck of self shuffling cards on the counter, just above a drawer filled with all sorts of Muggle things Frank wasn't sure of. He thought that may have been a battery peeking out, but wasn't positive.
There were over a dozen chairs scattered about the room, all of various types, a careworn cloak hung over one at the head of the table which was oblong, with a few burn marks imprinted in the wood, and some things carved into the legs, initials perhaps. Hanging proudly in the center of the wall behind this was something resembling a clock, but instead of two, it carried nine hands, and no numbers were present, instead such things as 'work,' 'school,' and, 'mortal peril' were around the face. Strangely, the hands weren't pointed at any of those, but all trailing aimlessly about the circle, the clockwork as lost in time as they were.
Fighting back a shiver so as not to think of that, he put his attention out the window, his eyes skipping right past a wilted feather duster, where a hedge hinted at a garden just out the backdoor, and what could be a chicken coop paces away from that, with gentle hills rolling on for miles beyond this.
Despite being stuffed to the brim in this tiny room, Frank was amazed how open it all felt. He couldn't help but compare it to his own kitchen at home, where his Mum had everything perfectly outlined for its place, four mirrored straight chairs around one symmetrical square table. Even the lake he could see from a very similar window was usually steal gray, the wide expanse looking more threatening with its deep waters.
He looked down when someone gently took his hand and was unsurprised to find Alice, a stack of marmalade and toast in her hands she'd braved from the depths of the Marauders hogging the food. He couldn't help but grin lovingly at her, bending down to give her a kiss on the temple before beginning to nibble on his breakfast as the older Black began. They had no idea why a Burrow would be mentioned, wasn't that were animals slept? At this rate though they truly wouldn't put anything past the ability of Potters kid getting into something.
The two tried to sit on the ledge in the early morning sunlight, but disturbed the feather duster, which came to life as an aged owl, ruffling his feathers at them and blinking slowly. Alice offered him a bit of toast, and he accepted this in his beak before hobbling to a perch. Frank reached over and pet it for a few moments in thoughtful silence.
Between ripping up bacon and shoving that into his mouth, Sirius eagerly kept going with the now lively story of the Weasley's arriving, especially those twins! What brilliance they were, knowing how to pick muggle locks!
Of course Harry's escape couldn't be all fun, Vernon had to come and muck everything up, but honestly picturing the look on his face was almost worth all that had happened. Didn't stop any of them from hoping Harry never had to go back to that Muggle dwelling.
Lily couldn't help but think the same, just silently, to herself at the far end of the room. She was trying very hard to resist the sausages sizzling away in protest that this wasn't their house! They shouldn't just be helping themselves to anything they liked! Frank and Alice weren't helping, even Regulus was picking over some eggs.
She'd already tried to leave from the room to stop further temptation, but found all ways out of the room barred. Just behind her, she was sure that was a washing din with a room beyond that, and at the other end was a crooked staircase leading to more. A promising swinging door even could have led off to a living room, or she even would have preferred to go out into the garden. Nothing, all blocked like always.
So now she was forced to listen in protest of the Weasley's catching Harry up to speed while he in turn told them of why mail wasn't going around. The idea that it was Malfoy's house-elf was, realistic, but even she couldn't see Malfoy doing something so stupid as to try stopping Harry getting back to school by using his elf as a prank. Besides, she was sure of Dobby's sincereness, the warning he'd given.
"Awkward," Peter stage whispered when they reached Ron's home, the house they were presumably in, and Mrs. Weasley came out to at once give her kids a stern dressing down.
"Makes me real grateful to my parents," James agreed with a chuckle as he speared another fried egg and shoved it in his mouth whole. He still had his eyes on Evans the whole time, as usual, and was growing worried about her. He hadn't seen her eat anything since this started, and they'd been at it for hours by their own internal clock he was sure. So he grabbed a plate of fried potatoes and tomatoes and made his way over to her. At first she just narrowed her eyes and glared away from him, clearly more annoyed than anything he somehow knew her favorite breakfast.
"Here," he dug a galleon out of his pocket and left it purposefully on the table. "Will you please eat something now?" He offered her the fork and plate.
"I don't need your money, or pity," she snapped.
"I'm not offering you that," he agreed, wafting the plate as near her nose as he could. "I'm offering you some delicious food that's just hanging around this kitchen that Harry's certainly eating away."
"He was invited here, we were not," she grumbled, but her resolve was wavering as much as her mouth was watering. She'd skipped lunch to do a Transfiguration essay she was behind on, and she really was hungry...
"I'm listening to the fact that she had no more clue Harry was arriving than he did, and yet she dumped a plate of food on him. I'm sure if they were here this second we'd be offered the same while explaining ourselves," he wheedled.
By this point in the book they'd already finished breakfast, and the kids were going to do a punishment of de-gnoming the garden. There was no telling where they'd end up next, and it was being made perfectly clear how welcome Harry was here...surely that would extend to just one plate of food on her part...she made the mistake of glaring at him, determined he'd walk away, but was caught off guard by the sincerity of his concern. She usually didn't take the time to bother reading his face, she was usually to busy giving it the pure disdain it deserved for picking on every student in that school, especially her best friend. Her guard was down though, without Sev around, and for the first time she realized he had hazel eyes. Very open, wide eyes that were currently a genuine peace offering for some food.
Without even realizing she was doing it, she accepted the plate. The brilliant smile lighting his face was like none she'd ever seen before, from lips that usually were just throwing curses around. What was even more spinning than that was, he walked away. He didn't pester her anything further; brag he'd known this would work or point out he'd known what she would like, offer her a seat at the table, or even compliment her. He just went back to his friends, who had somehow wrangled Regulus into their conversation of bragging about how far they'd managed to throw gnomes, which apparently were out in the Forbidden Forest. She stabbed a potato and chewed slowly while looking back out the window, her mind scoffing at her caving like this while her stomach happily rumbled to shut up and enjoy.
Mr. Weasley turned out to be a delight, Sirius hadn't even known about the Muggle things around the house! He stopped pestering Regulus to give details of why he'd been in the Forest at any time and got up to go inspect the drawers, Frank watching him rummage through them without care suddenly making him understand why Evans had been so put off with their helping themselves to food. Clearly the Marauders were growing braver by thinking they could do anything they liked around here, though he was personally sure they'd be the same way no matter what the situation. He seemed as delighted as Arthur to find such things in here and called Lupin over to him to have a few things explained, abandoning the book in the middle of Mrs. Weasley chastising her husband for that car.
It took his friends several tries to convince him to leave the lot and finish, but his enthusiasm had vanished Regulus' good mood, he was looking about this house with such pure disgust they could have been back in Privet Drive. It made Frank a bit sad, how conditioned that kid must be to hate all things that weren't like his family, to even hate another pureblood family simply because they enjoyed Muggle things.
"I wish we could see Ron's room, and the twins room, and the rest of this place," Alice quietly said beside him, her eyes on the ceiling with curiosity.
"Perhaps we shall," Frank offered without much enthusiasm, personally he was just hoping this madness would end before they wound up trapped somewhere much less hospitable. That Devil's Snare was still weighing on his mind, and he already had a bad feeling this Potter kids life wasn't going to get much better from there, even if this chapter did end rather nicely for once.
#Harry Potter#fanfiction#reading the books#Marauders#CoS#Jilly#Wolfstar#James Potter#Sirius Black#Remus Lupin#Peter Pettigrew#Frank Longbottom#Alice Smith#Regulus Black
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Breakfast Interrupted
Another Wattpad request. I do not own ANY Harry Potter characters. They are the property of J.K.Rowling.
Warnings: Fluff, brief, non-descriptive mentions of torture (Bellatrix is involved).
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader
You were the one good thing Draco had in his life at the moment. You were his happiness. When he had to cast a Patronus, times with you were Draco’s happy memory. So when his mother agreed to letting you visit during your break from Hogwarts, Draco jumped at the chance to spend time with you, especially since the Dark Lord hardly stayed at the manor anymore.
Draco was lying in bed, not sleeping as usual, when he heard the soft knocking. “Draco?” He smiled at the sound of your hushed voice before he beckoned you to come in. “Can’t sleep?” You shook your head. Draco scooted over and lifted the sheet, silently inviting you into his bed. You didn’t need any further persuading. You were by his side in an instant.
You sighed in content, making Draco laugh softly. His fingers instantly began to trace patterns on your back. “I like this,” you muttered, “Away from all the fear and panic. In our own little bubble.” Draco’s fingers stopped for a moment before they continued. You knew exactly what he and his family were, but you never held it against him and he didn’t have the courage to ask you why.
"So do I, Y/N. I-I love you.“ You looked up at him and smiled. "I love you too.” Draco pulled you a little bit closer and held you just a little tighter. You were right when you said you were in your own little bubble of happiness. Draco wanted to stay in that bubble as long as possible before returning to reality. Outside of his bedroom, Draco had to be that sneering bully everyone thought he was. Only you got to see the real Draco. The seventeen year old boy who was scared for the future. "So, since we both can’t sleep, how about we just talk? I know something is bothering you.“ Draco sighed as his kissed the top of your head. He knew how much you loved it.
The two of you remained like that for hours. You tucked into Draco’s side, his fingers running up and down your spine as you talked about your worries and concerns. You talked about anything and everything under the sun until you both finally drifted off to sleep. It truly was one of the only ways Draco could fall asleep now; you being in his arms.
You had no idea how long you slept, but you woke up to the sound of Draco talking to someone. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at the house elf who was setting down a tray of what you assumed was breakfast. Draco turned to you and smiled. "Morning. Or afternoon rather.”
"Afternoon. Breakfast in bed?“ Draco nodded, bringing the tray over and sitting back down next to you. You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before turning your attention to the food. "What are your plans for the day?” you asked in between bites. Before Draco could answer, there was a knock on his door. You weren’t technically supposed to be in his room, but you didn’t have time to hide either. The door burst open and Narcissa stood there breathless. Her eyes met yours for a brief moment and you could see the disapproval in them. It didn’t last long however before she turned back to Draco.
"Draco, you’re needed downstairs. Dress quickly.“ With furrowed brows, Draco rose from the bed. "I’ll go. Meet you at the stairs?” Draco nodded, prompting you to leave and dress as well. You met up with Draco who looked tense and frightened. You gently took his hand and gave it a squeeze. It would be the last time you’d be allowed to touch him. His aunt wasn’t fond of any type of physical affection.
You followed silently after Draco. “Draco, there you are!” Bellatrix exclaimed. “Draco, this is important. Look.” You followed Bellatrix’s gaze to the prisoner in front of her. To you there was no doubt that it was none other than Harry Potter. Granted, you were closer to Harry than Draco would have liked.
"Is is him? Is it Potter?“ Bellatrix asked. Only then did you realize you had tuned out of the conversation. Your eyes flickered to Draco. Draco discreetly met your gaze for a moment. "I-I can’t tell. Sorry. It might be him. But it might not.” Bellatrix and Lucius both looked infuriated. Lucius rolled up his sleeve anyway, prepared to call the Dark Lord. “Father, is that wise? We are already in trouble with the Dark Lord as it is. If we call him here for nothing, he will be angry.”
You wanted to smile and cheer for Draco. You didn’t know why he hadn’t turned Harry in, but you were proud of him. He really was the Draco you knew underneath all the fear and forced obedience. You hadn’t noticed Bellatrix staring at you. “What about you? Y/N, isn’t it?” You jumped a bit at the sound of your name being spat out.
"Do you recognize this boy as Potter?“ She grabbed your arm and dragged you closer. From the corner of your eye, you could see Draco trying to keep his cool. You were forced to look down at a swollen-faced Harry. Clearly someone had hit him with a jinx. "Is. It. Potter?!” Bellatrix shouted, making you jump again.
"I really don’t know. It’s hard to tell, isn’t it? It’s possible it’s him. Or it could be someone else.“ Bellatrix scoffed before pushing you away toward Draco. "Return to you breakfast, Draco. Y/N,” Narcissa ordered softly. As Draco lead you away, you heard Ron’s screams for Bellatrix to leave Hermione alone.
Those screams followed you all the way back to Draco’s room. As soon as you were sure you wouldn’t be heard, you turned to Draco. “You didn’t tell them that was Harry. Why?” Draco just shrugged, but you weren’t going to let him off that easy. You placed a gently hand on his shoulder. “Draco, please?” Draco looked into your eyes and pondered for a moment. He didn’t know how to tell you that he had done it for you. He didn’t want you to see that he wasn’t the good person you thought it was. But you weren’t stupid.
"Draco, is it because I was there?“ He sighed and nodded. Your brows furrowed. "I don’t believe that. Are you saying that, if I hadn’t been standing there, you would have given him up?” Draco shrugged again. “I don’t know. Maybe not.” You wrapped your arms around him. “I know you wouldn’t have.”
"How could you possibly know that?“ You looked at him again. "Because I know you, Draco Malfoy. I know this was never what you wanted in life. I know that deep down, you’re scared just like I am. I know that you are a kind, compassionate man. You could have easily been sorted into Hufflepuff as well as Slytherin. And I know that you love deeply. Anyone capable of that can’t be the evil villain they are trying to fool everyone else into thinking they are. I know because I know you. And I love you.”
Draco kissed you fully on the lips. You only parted when another scream of agony ripped through the manor. “We have to do something. Your aunt is torturing Hermione.” Draco’s grip on you tightened briefly as he thought of something. “Dobby.” You cocked your head to the side in confusion. “Dobby?” Draco nodded sheepishly. “Our old house elf. Potter tricked Father into freeing him, but he still comes to visit me. My father doesn’t know, but I liked Dobby. H-He was the closest thing to a friend I had growing up.”
For a moment you didn’t say anything. “See if you can get him here. If can help Harry and his friends, we owe it to them to try. I think…I think Harry is the only one who can save us all.” Draco nodded. “And then, we can finish our breakfast.” Draco laughed softly at that. It was another thing he loved about you. Your ability to make him smile and laugh.
"Always thinking with your stomach.“ You huffed, but the smile on your lips told Draco you weren’t really offended by his comment. "I love you, Y/N.” Your smile widened a little. “And I love you. And when this is all over, we can live in our little bubble forever. With no more interrupted breakfasts.” The thought of spending forever with you flashed in Draco’s mind and made his smile even more.
(a/n: I hope you like it! Obviously I changed the script a bit to better fit the reader and plot into the fic.)
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03:30 am
Woke up, and the first thing that I think about is you. There’s a lot of things I’m going to write here, and I think I want you to read them all. One by one.
It’s 3:30 in the morning, Wednesday. I don’t want to come to school today. You made coming to school such a joy. For real. I used to look forward to our conversations and laughs. Wow slut, I really really miss those days.
And I’ve been listening to music you like, and right now, I’m listening to those songs I showed you during Impact. That was the first time we’ve ever had actual contact, and I remember every detail in clear detail.
I cried myself to sleep last night. As a matter of fact, I cried a lot yesterday. Tried studying, working out, eating, everything possible, couldn’t take my mind off you. I know an apology was long overdue. But I’m sorry. I really am.
Slut, there’s a lot I’ve been thinking these few days. And they’ve all got you in it.
Suffocated, lost; these are words that only partially describe how I feel when my best friend doesn’t talk to me and doesn’t even look me in the eye anymore. You know that feeling when you realise something major is missing from your life? I’ve that feeling right now, and a lot of it.
Slut, seriously, think about this, when I tell you that you’re my best friend and the best one I’ve ever had, and I’d hold on to you for dear life, I’m not lying. I don’t think I’d lie about those things. I just feel the same.
Slut, I don’t remember if I called you a bad influence, but it’s stupid. If anyone is a bad influence, it’s me. I taught you cuss words, deep throat nonsense and whatnot, and I’ve been so abusive and difficult. I wish someone would just punch me in the face something, break all my 28 teeth.
Slut, what are you doing now? Sleeping? Okay slut, I can see you in my head now. Eyes welling up. Been up like a maniac since 3. First thing on my mind is you.
Also, slut, when I said I might switch on you in college, that’s bullshit. I said that cause of a fucked up ego, that I’ve consciously worked to change out. I think I’ve got a little more mature now, I’m not lying; I really see change.
Slut, come here with your cycle. I wanna talk to you in the dark. And watch the sun come up. I’m sad we don’t do that anymore. Also, I saw your mouth today. So cute. You look younger. Like the pictures you sent me.
You’ve lost a lot of weight, and your jawline is so good. I’ve done the opposite.
Also, slut, if you recall, I said I wanted to make a million memories with you. I still want to. So badly. Slut I’m convinced that you’re the best. There’s enough evidence and more than that. It hurtssssss. Slut I can’t stand that you won’t see my face.
I don’t know slut, how hard was it? Because I would fail if I took on this mission to ignore you. Slut, I know I’ve hurt you really bad this time, because you’re still mad at me.
I’ve bought you a book, and I want to give it to you sometime. It’s a Jhumpa Lahiri book. I just wanted to introduce you to a new type of person.
I’m shivering now. I’m terrified. What if you never talk to me ever again? What if we can never have the chance to make memories again? When you told me you’d pick me over K, I was devastated. I really didn’t think you liked me that much. But I can say without a doubt, that I’d choose you over anyone else for sure. No hesitation. That’s what you mean to me.
Slutttt, I miss you so much. Remember that drive? Slut, thinking about it makes me so nostalgic. Slut, can we go back in time? Like is it actually possible? Because I’d go back to that first day. Sliding that desk across the room. You looking at me and thinking I’m a clown. I’d give anything for you to just look at me again. And I’d relive those moments, make sure we’re fine.
Slutt, it’s really my fault. I’m not being sarcastic. And you’re not a bad influence, what can I say sluttttttt? What can I do to make things right? I suck. I don’t deserve you. God, I thank all these circumstances that got me closer to you. Every single factor. Slut, even before I’ve seen you, I’ve felt something for you. It’s that feeling when you know you’ve got to know someone so badly. Slut, I’m not letting my ego get between us ever again. So I just want you to talk to me. Please.
Boards are in a few months. After that, we won’t be in school again. Slut, what if you forget me after school? Slut, I don’t want you to go. I’m scared. I don’t want that to happen. Slut, we’re running out of time. I thought of talking to my mother and asking her to call your mother. But I didn’t want to force you to talk to me.
Slut I was the only person between us who was so possessive and jealous. I’ve noticed that quite often. But my ego never let me see it. Such a child slut.
I call you Ruj in my head, and slut everywhere else. Slut, you’re a permanent memory. You’ll always be someone I’ve got great admiration for. I hope you make it big, and well. Like I hope you get your pilot license, become the best designer to ever exist, and what not. I really hope you get ahead in life and become the best in your fields of interest.
Slut, I don’t want to feel hopeless. I just feel like I want some guarantee that we’d forget this and get together.
Ruj, we’ve been friends for so long, and I thought we had an understanding, and many fights along the way, but you drew the line here. No warnings, straight up just cut me out. I know there’s a limit to being a dick, and just because I’ve told you I’m a bad person, doesn’t give me the liberty to be such a cunt.
Ruj, I want to show you that I can change. That I can treat you the right way. I’d be glad if you gave me just one more chance.
17 years of existence. The best wishes I’ve ever got was on my 17th birthday. And I was actually sad the previous night, I thought everyone forgot me. And I wanted Arya to wish me🤮. Your wishes were way more than sufficient. My day was great when I read your email. Slut, I want to make you a promise, that I’ll think and act rationally, rather than being an impulsive and irritable dumbass.
So precious. I’m so ever eternally grateful you’ve been a part of my life, and I really wish you’re a part of my life until the end. Even after that. Slut, I know you might think I’m lying right now, but that isn’t true. These are my thoughts that I’m writing down. They come and go, so I thought of writing them down.
First day the school reopened, I came with hopes that you’d forgive me. But you were already so pissed off. Slut, I’m so sorry. Like I know it’s been my fault this entire time. I’m embarrassed, ashamed.
Slut, I’d choose you over my ego. And I’m serious. Slut, just one chance to make things right. One. And I’ll change my ways.
Slut I keep reading your email and crying. I remember when you said I made you cry when I ghosted you. I’m so sorry. I’m so damn sorry. Slut, do you even miss me one bit?
I don’t want to rip bandages off you. I don’t want to fucking switch on you. I want you. Just you is fine. My life is so fucking empty. I’m sorry. Slut, it makes sense now, what you were talking about in the email happened. You knew this whole time? That I was a dick? And that you’d get away for the better?
Slut, that email wa so passive aggressive it hurt. I felt bad when I read it, but I think that you wishing me in the first place was insanely nice. It’s not fine. What’s fine? No, me turning on you would be a violation of everything I hold dear to me.
I will never change my decision. Slut, I’ve understood your true value now. I mean, I’ve always known, but I just got ignorant in the middle.
Slut, I’m worried about the future. What if we live far away? What if you go to college somewhere else? I won’t get a new best friend and all. That’s for sure. It’s you or no one else. I decided to never get a best friend ever again if it wasn’t you. Slut, I’m asking for nothing else but your forgiveness. I’d be more than happy if you gave it some thought and told me if you want to talk to me. I’m so sorry. I could apologize a million times. But I just want you to know how sorry I am. And what you mean to me. Slut, if you don’t take the book tomorrow or the day after, I’m going to be so hurt. But I deserve to be.
You gave me all your passwords. Wow. Still can’t get over that. I wish I’d shared all of mine too. Life is so empty. My words can’t even describe what’s in my head. Slut, sorry. Mannichiko, ennaku theriyum nee kovamma irruka. If you came back though, I promise, I’ll be an actual best friend to you. Not that I wasn’t this whole time, I’ll treat you like the gem that you are.
I’m glad that our parents know each other. Like there’s a lot in common between us. Slut. Epdi irruka? No really, how are you? I haven’t been able to get through for the longest time. I want to know how you’re doing. Please let me know.
Wow, it’s been an hour.
Slut. I’m sorry for being an abusive and a stupid friend. I swear I’ve changed now, and I want you to look at the new me. Sorry for stealing your peace and fun, and I hope I’m not some kind of parasite. I loved each and every thing we’ve ever done.
Slut, it’s quite true, I started fighting with you most of the time. And I think I’ll cut down, not stop. If you gave me a chance. I love calling you names. Vivek, Khat, Ruj, Slut, Rujithaw, and whatnot. I loved it all. I still love it.
Also, I thought of bringing this up a long long time ago. You see, I tell you to listen to music and watch things etc. but you rarely ever suggest things. Midnight Sky, What Are The Odds are just a few things, and why do you assume I won’t like them? Midnight Sky is really good, and I think I don’t even have to talk about WATO. I loved it. Slut, I know this feeling. This feeling of emptiness, and I think the dead morning vibe adds to it. Slut I miss you. And I pray and hope that you come back.
Stud really loves and misses you. And so does Dobby. Dobby doesn’t lie about that.
Good morning slut, I hope you have an awesome day today. And I miss you, love you, and wish I could make things right. Bye for now.
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Wind in our sails (Chapter 4)
Fandom/Ship: Maraudrer era in a Pirates of the Caribbean au! Jily, Dobby x Winky, Alice x Frank,
Summary:
“Lily Evans, a young Lady of El Puerto Del Rey, meets Lucius Malfoy for the first time as she is promised to him. Malfoy is one of the few counts of Slytherin Island, a persuasive and revolting man. Miss Evans sees no way out of the nightmare her parents has landed her in.
That is until the infamous Marauder, a known and feared pirate ship sailed by Captain James Potter, attacks The Serpent on their way to her wedding. Lily sees and escape and grabs on tight.
Set sail with Lily Evans as she joins Captain James Potter and his mates in swashbuckling adventures of romance, mystery and lionhearted bravery.”
Warning(s): None
Words: 1,7 K
A/N: This chapter is a bit slow going, but y’all needed a real chat with pirate!Sirius, or at least I did. The actual plot will start to come together in the next chapter.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 5
After a few days of working on The Maraudrer, Lily's hands were starting to get rougher. Moody had told her that if she worked hard, he would not tell anybody about her. She was pretty certain he would not tell anyways but decided to keep up the work for his sake.
Lily favoured manning the ropes. She liked opening and tying knots, standing on the edge of the ship and watching the horizon. This pirate life was something alright. If it wasn't for the identity-hiding, she would have joined them for good. Lily knew, however, that if she were to be discovered, all hope would be lost. Therefore, she had to get off the boat at the next port.
Winky didn't agree with Lily's decision. The former maid no longer worked for her, so she had decided to speak her mind to her lady. Lily had tried to avoid getting in fights, but Winky, ever so sweet, could really get on her nerves.
"I just think you should tell the captain! He's a good man." Lilly rolled her eyes, and sat down on Winky's bed.
"He's a pirate, Winky, they're scoundrels." Slightly hurt, Winky looked away. Lily slowly stood and walked over to the window. She put a small hand on her friend's frail shoulder and smiled.
"You know I trust you, Wink. You have always been there for me." Winky nodded and smiled. "I just do not trust him." Lily finished, frowning slightly.
"I'll always be loyal to you, Miss."
Before they could lean into a hug, the door was flung open. The two friends startled apart, and Lily was only partly surprised to see Dobby in the door frame. Dobby was Winky's fiance, and he had been scowling at Lily every time she got near Winky. Even though Lily would have avoided it, it was no surprise that Dobby had finally caught them. Dobby's face was red as a beet and his mouth was set in a firm line.
Winky stood quickly and took a few steps away from Lily.
"Hi sweetie! I haven't seen you all-" Dobby shoved Winky away from his arm, his eyes never left Lily. Her hat was still on, and Lily knew how it looked. He took three harsh steps forward and slammed Lily into the wooden cabin wall, holding her there by the hem of her shirt.
"What the hell are you doing with my fiancé?" It was almost not a question, simply a statement he wanted a response to. Unsurprisingly the response he was waiting for was a bad one.
"Sir, I'm sorry but you must have misunderstood." She put her hands in front of her in surrender. Dobby simply slammed Lily back to the wall. Winky shot forward and grabbed Dobby's shoulder to stop him, but he shrugged her off.
"The hell I did." he grumbled, angrily. "She said she would always be loyal to you! How long has this been going on?" Lily rolled her eyes under her hat and sighed.
"Nothing has been going on, sir, I swear-"
"Don't you dare! At least have some honour!" Dobby let go of her shirt and stepped back. "Look me in the eyes and tell me the damn truth."
He reached for her and Lily's hat was off before she realized what he was doing.
Her long red hair fell graciously down to her hip and Lily could do nothing to stop it.
Dobby turned completely silent.
Lily closed her eyes and waited for the judgement, waited for him to run to the captain. He stumbled a step back, then another. Collapsing on the bed in slow motion, he almost looked physically wounded. When he managed to rip his eyes away from Lily and her hair, he dragged a hand over his face slowly.
"By Davy Jones Locker." He murmured after a while. Winky had almost bit her lip to blood but Lily stood firm as a cliff, arms crossed. "Why didn't you just tell me, cookie?" Winky stopped chewing her lip and started fidgeting with her sleeve.
"I'm sorry, but I swore to Lily that i wouldn't."
"But by Cracken, Winky! I wouldn't have told anyone you're gay!" Dobby flared up, but soon fizzled out like a balloon. "I would have helped you-" He looked from Winky to Lily who both were standing wide-eyed, staring at him. "I, I just wish you wouldn't have used me like that."
Lily guffawed loudly, and that was the tale of how Dobby found out of the arrangement.
Lily’s favourite part of working on the ship was night-time. Few crewmembers wanted to take the watch shifts, so she could change with them and stay up in the crows’ nest alone. She loved it. The wind in her hair, the salt in the air and the beautiful glittering evening sky. In the night, it was also harder to see her face. Less people to hide from. Sometimes she would watch the crew from her spot in the nest. Other times, she would climb the ropes, swing and balance until she was wet with sweat and exhaustion. Most times she would do both.
Lily breathed out and let her back be supported by the mast. This night was clear of clouds. The sky was almost bright with stars. Lily had never been outside on a ship, in the middle of the ocean at night. It was not the same as watching the stars from her port where she would barely register them behind columns of smoke and the dizzy light from the mansion. But this, this was like a treasure. Lily could see why these pirates loved the sea so much.
She glanced back down and was surprised to see that Captain Potter had left his post. He usually stood by the wheel day and night, a compass in hand, and a weary eye on the horizon. He always seemed suspicious and would not even glance away if someone spoke to him while he saw dark clouds in the distance.
Lily found him to be a strange man. Sometimes he sounded more confident in himself than some of the gentlemen Lily had known from back home. Other times she would have described him as… frightened. Of-course she waved the idea off as soon as she thought of it. He was not only a pirate; James Potter was the pirate. He was feared and hunted. The commodore of the marauder was the stuff of legends, and yet he seemed too young for the stories she had heard of at banquets. Her friends used to tell stories about a pirate, adored by women but deadly as a bomb and sharp as a sword. They had giggled about it then, a few had even jokingly suggested getting kidnapped by Mr. Potter himself, which, at the time, had not seemed like such a bad idea.
Lily folded her hat slightly and stuffed it in her belt as she tried to spot the infamous captain. It was awfully warm on the Caribbean Sea. She had yet to see him kill a man and seduce a woman, but he didn’t seem like a man too proud to do either.
In a desperate attempt to ignore her weird stray of thoughts, Lily took a gulp of the small bottle of rum she kept in her left pocket. It had been gifted to her by one of the older crewmembers. He claimed it to be an essential for every pirate and she happily agreed. She needed an escape from this frustratingly amazing pirate life.
A tap on Lily’s shoulder made her jump a little. She turned around, startled, to find Sirius Black behind her. Black was the first mate on the Marauder, and infamous for his strict regime when trying to keep order.
With a betraying blush, Lily stuffed her bottle in her back pocket and grinned not so convincingly. Sirius rolled his eyes and held out a hand.
Slowly Lily handed the flask over as she tried not to look like guilty was written on her forehead, the first mate took a sip of the beverage. He gave her a sly grin and tossed the rum back to her.
“They gave you some of the good stuff, huh?”, he laughed, and Lily didn’t know what to answer. He waved his hand in her direction and leaned back against the mast she had abandoned for the railing.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re no longer on Malfoy’s terrible slug of a boat.” Sirius threw his head back and closed his eyes. “Fuck that no drinking on the shift rule.” He opened one eye and Lily smiled slightly.
“As long as you’re not piss drunk, you’re alright to get some warmth into those thin bones of yours.”
“Thanks.” Lily muttered and sat down.
“Why did you come up here then, if not to cut off me fingers?”, she asked, letting a grin slip past her careful façade. Sirius chuckled and took a swig of something of his own.
“Didn’t anybody tell you these are the best seats in the house?” Lily couldn’t help but agree, as they both stared at the constellations.
“You on watch for the captain?”, Lily asked. She tried not to sound suspicious, but Sirius didn’t seem to mind the question. He nodded.
“You keep a good eye on your new colleagues?” It was more of a statement, so Lily didn’t respond.
“He’s always looking for something.”, she said instead, and turned to look at the man beside her. He had closed his eyes.
“He has to,”, he muttered, “he’s the captain.”.
“What is he afraid of?” Sirius opened an eye and sized Lily up and down.
“You’re a curious little think, aren’t you?”
“I’m not little.”, she answered. She was a perfectly normal sized girl, she was in fact a bit taller than average, if she said so herself.
“No, of course not…”, he trailed off, and grinned, “runt.”
Lily rolled her eyes and waited as a breeze ruffled her now short hair.
“Everything.”, Sirius answered after a while, as he pulled out a roll of paper and a few leaves. He put the leaves in the paper and rolled it to a slim cylinder. Then he fished up a pair of matches and lit the tube on fire.
“Aren’t pirate captains supposed to be afraid of nothing?” Lily asked after denying an offer to try what he called “a new invention”.
“If you’re afraid of nothing, you’re dim witted.” -He blew out a puff of smoke, and Lily watched as it trailed off in the dark night-
“There are a great many things to be feared in the ocean.”
#jily pirate fanfic#jily#marauders fanfiction#marauders era#the marauders#lily evans#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin
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Chapter 16 - The Chamber of Secrets
Harry Potter and the Sacred Text word of the day: Grace
Another word with multiple meanings oof. The hosts took a more spiritual approach to the theme, looking at how grace is given to characters mostly as something that’s outside of their power. But I read it as more of an act or state of being? Like grace can be dignity, elegance, or beauty, but it can also be acts of love, compassion, and generosity. I’ll just list the definitions of grace before my head hurts: elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion, or action; a pleasing or attractive quality or endowment; favor or goodwill; mercy or clemency; the freely given, unmerited favor and love of God; the influence or spirit of God operating in humans to regenerate or strengthen them; a virtue or excellence of divine origin.
I guess one way to compare this difference in interpretation is in McGonagall. The hosts saw her as maintaining or protecting the grace that is Hogwarts by keeping it open and continuing the term like normal, because the school itself is a gift that allows the children of today with magical abilities to learn how to use magic. This privilege may have not been available to people before Hogwarts opened. And I saw McGonagall as embodying grace and dignity in running the school like always. Like handling the situation with grace.
I was going to talk about the whole “unmerited” thing, but that’s too much theological discussion than I want to get into lol. Instead I’ll talk about Lockhart. With my interpretation of grace, Lockhart throughout this chapter embodies gracelessness when he usually tries his best to be charming and look elegant. If McGonagall handles everything with grace, Lockhart is the exact opposite. He tries to look like he does, but in reality he’s basically a shit show. As soon as things don’t go right for him he just falls apart. The hosts talked about how receiving grace leads to gratitude which then becomes responsibility to honor that gift received and McGonagall embodies this. She has talent, which she uses to be the best teacher she can be. Lockhart on the other hand doesn’t honor his own grace: he’s handsome, has a big personality, has a talent in memory charms, but instead of using those gifts responsibly, he chooses to become famous off the backs of those who do the real work. I can’t believe he tried to give a spiel to Harry about how fame is hard work,,, when really all that effort is going into creating a fallacy for himself.
I think what sucked about being so young when the books and movies were coming out is that I didn’t get to appreciate B2 as being a mystery book. I watched the movie at the ripe age of 7 and later read the book, so I don’t remember what it was like to go through the story for the first time and try to piece together the clues before the final revelation. Thinking about it, the only clues that really could be pieced together is figuring out that the monster is a snake lol. Like that would be galaxy brain to realize Moaning Myrtle was the girl who died when the Chamber was last opened before Aragog mentioned she died in a bathroom, or to guess that Tom Riddle was Voldemort before meeting him in the Chamber.
Ok, big question time. If Myrtle immediately became a ghost and haunted Olive Hornby, why hadn’t anyone asked about how she died right after her death?? Like from her reaction to Harry asking (she was excited someone wanted to know something about her!) it seems like no one else took the time to do the same. And her death gives so many clues like that the entrance to the Chamber is probably in her bathroom. Also acromantulas don’t have large yellow eyes. Nor can they kill by sight only. And I don’t think Hagrid knows another language. Just,,, ugh. It shows how much both the Hogwarts administration and the Ministry didn’t care about the facts, only that it looked like they were doing something about it.
Speaking of the Chamber’s monster, I said that I’d talk more about basilisks in this chapter analysis lol. First of all, it’s interesting how a basilisk is born from a chicken egg (in some older stories, a basilisk has the front of a cockerel and the back of a reptile), yet a rooster’s crow is fatal to it. Like the very thing that helped create it is its undoing. The hosts had also suggested that it has something to do with the rooster’s crow being a sign of a new day and change, like the basilisk is the darkness and the rooster is the light. Which makes sense if the basilisk is compared to the conservative idea of blood purity, which pure-blood Slytherins tend to have and also Salazar Slytherin himself. The rooster would then be the progressive idea that all those with magical abilities are equal wizards. I’m still not sure why a basilisk would be a spider’s mortal enemy though. Maybe something happened in ancient times between the two that made the spider pass down this fear lol.
How rude is it that Percy made Ginny move so he could have her seat?? Like I understand he’s tired but there has to be a ton of other seats open at that huge table. And she finally built up the courage to tell someone about her experiences that year! It was her last desperate attempt to find help. I wonder if Ginny approached Ron bc she felt most comfortable confiding in him or if it just so happened that there was an open seat next to Ron. Maybe because they’re closest in age? Does she often confide in him? I can understand if Ginny and Ron are close since they’re only a year apart, Fred and George have each other to hang out with, Percy is Percy, and Charlie and Bill are so much older that they wouldn’t have been able to spend much time together.
It’s funny how certain things end up coming together in the book. Like if Dobby never tried to stop Harry from getting to Hogwarts by blocking the barrier to Platform 9 3/4, Ron would never have gotten the idea to take the flying car to Hogwarts. Then Ron would never have broken his wand and Lockhart would’ve Obliviated his and Harry’s memories. Though I guess they would’ve never have made it that far bc they would’ve died in the Forbidden Forest since the car was what rescued them. Sometimes things go wrong so something can go right for you :)
A long list of small things:
I can’t believe Hermione out of all people defiled a book by ripping a page off and writing in it. I guess it shows how important this was
Harry frantically trying to remember what he learned that year is such a mood lol
Again, how has Ron survived the entire year with a broken wand??
rip to Collin and Justin who’ve missed the majority of the school year, they have so much to catch up on
Is Harry able to make a greater story than “we wanted to see Hermione and tell her the Mandrakes are almost ready” or is this when he peaks
Kudos to Ron for figuring out that the Chamber entrance is in Myrtle’s bathroom. The movies really did him dirty 👏🏾Ron👏🏾is👏🏾smart👏🏾
The movies also take so much of his agency away ugh
How did McGonagall realize Ginny was taken
The teachers are so savage omg even Sprout and Flitwick joined in the roast Lockhart party
Ron really went this bitch empty. yeet. to Lockhart’s wand
Previous: Chapter 15 - Aragog
Next: Chapter 17 - The Heir of Slytherin
#hp#hp meta#hp analysis#chamber of secrets#cos meta#harry potter#ron weasley#hermione granger#minerva mcgonagall#gilderoy lockhart#moaning myrtle#ginny weasley#basilisk
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So here’s the thing.
We know they’re going to have to do something to kill off Leia in the new movie. Honestly, a large part of me feels like they shouldn’t do it, they should have said she died of something between films, a few sworn-to-secrecy medics were helping her with some illness, but she couldn’t fight it anymore, I don’t know.
Becuase I’d have so much rather have seen her die the death of a Jedi but again...she’s a Skywalker, she can’t. She’s heir to the role of The Hero in the hero’s journey, she’s the woman’s journey who had to get everything Luke had handed to him through work and tragedy after tragedy and had to learn to be hard without losing her emotions in the run.
It rips me up inside to know that she would have lived though. And a larger part of me yet doesn’t want to see these movies as canon anyway, they’re kinda fun, tug the nostalgia heart strings, but they don’t feel real, they don’t have that...something the old ones did and I feel like that something was the fact I was so young when I watched it.
But I always, as series and franchises come to a close, have had a tradition of sorts, even though it usually climaxes in death to my favorites: I list the ones that they are absolutely not fukcing allowed to axe.
Here’s my list
-Chewbacca (there’s no way this bastard is gonna die, he can’t be killed, he has survived everything so far and nothing has caught him). He’s one of only two deceased actors’ characters that can continue without the original person. Let him stay.
-R2-D2, the other one I was thinking of. And you’re gonna ask, Annie, why would you even feel the need to say he has to live, he’ll be fine!
Dobby. Hedwig. The Starks’ wolves. Groot. The sidekicks are always easy fodder for writers and a cheap shot at their emotions when they can’t wring emotion from actual complex writing.
-C-3PO, see above.
-Poe. No real reason for this one, but if they kill BB-8′s dad, I will riot.
No real ship concerns, just for the love of god no Finn-Rose-Rey love triangle drama. Please. Beyond that, I want to see closure on the Rey-Kylo thing, becuase like it or hate it or leave it, that was something that happened on screen in the last one, and also if I was given a choice I would likely choose Poe/Rey becuase a) it felt like it was getting set up at the end of the last movie, and b) I want BB’s parents together.
I’m sorely tempted to say “Lando will be fine. They’re not going to go on a murder spree on the originals, and it’ll be nice to know he and Chewy are off in the Falcon somewhere.”
fuck.
FuCK.
I’m adding the Millennium Falcon to the list. Don’t touch her.
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Archibald Augustus Abraxas Malfoy,
first peacock of house Malfoy
For the last seventeen years of his precious life; life had been nothing put a very pleasant experience for him. There had been parties only to celebrate his beauty and to show off the gardens he lived in. He had been cherished, worshipped and stared at. He had made friends with the other creatures of the gardens, even though there was obviously no one even closely as beautiful as he was. Of course; he was also of pure magical blood, just as pure as the family he belonged to. Not that it truly mattered to him, some of his beloved friends were the squirrels that lived inside of the big walnut tree besides the pond. They weren’t even magical, but they loved his colors and were quite vocal about it. Also they were fast enough that when he chased them through the park, he actually had competitors in them.
But for the last year, his beloved peace had came to an end. Some of their visitors had always been dark figures, but they hadn’t been there to often and there were plenty of elegant and beautiful visitors to make up for them. But for the last months the fancy friends of the family had stopped visiting, especially since that very dark wizard was there more often. He had never seen a wizard this dark or powerful. At first he was impressed by his power, and he had his pet snake with him; so he couldn’t be all bad, right? Oh had he been wrong. The wizard had completely ignored him; his snake, Nagini, wasn’t even a real snake but just a weird type of witch that had once taken a turn and had stayed a snake ever since. She wasn’t very talkative and rather arrogant as well. Once he had approached her; she had hissed at him and threatened to eat him, would he come near her again. Such a rude person.. He hadn’t tried to communicate with them ever again, he just knew they really had to leave. He had not jet decided how he would manage it, but they had to leave. They made his owners, Lady Malfoy and the young Master Malfoy sad. He had always disliked the oldest Malfoy, since he had no eye for the beautiful and was walking through the gardens like they belonged to him. Also his aura was very puke shade of green, which fitted him very well. Such a rude old prat. He had spend all of his life in these gardens as he himself had been a gift to Lady Malfoy as she had her first and only child. As Lady Malfoy and her son blossomed to be the most beautiful humans; he himself had linked his magic to theirs and became equally handsome. Would their aura be bright and pure, his feathers would shine in the most stunning shades of blue and green. But since they were sad and bothered, his feathers had stopped glowing and even worse; some of them were falling out. His name was Archibald Augustus Abraxas Malfoy, first peacock of noble house Malfoy. But aristocrat or not; he was loosing his most beloved feathers and he was not fucking having it. This Tuesday afternoon had been especially bothersome to him. All day dark wizards had been coming, and he noticed how stressed Lady Malfoy felt. If he would only be allowed inside of the manor, he could walk around her to cheer her up. But the old house would not let him in. It’s magic had been become more inviting and forgiving, so that when he was hungry or it was particularly cold outside, the houselves were able to let him inside the kitchen. But he had definitely noticed that the manor itself was quite unhappy with all of these dark wizards as well. The ivy ranks that once hugged the backside of the manor ever so tenderly seemed now to protectively hold it together and ranked over the doors in an attempt to deny entry to the darkest of wizards. Since it became too bothersome to call him that and he had no idea what he was actually named, (everyone referred to him as “dark Lord”, which seemed to be correct because his aura was pitch black) he had named him Lord twit. That seemed to be more fitting.
As he was brooding and walking next to the sad roses by the front entry, he actually saw people approaching the manor. Through the front gate! That was truly unseen. Usually people appeared at the apparating area next to the front door or inside the manor. Curious as he was he got closer to take a look at the visitors. There were three ugly and rude wizards that were dressed
very badly that were dragging three other wizards, about Master Draco’s age closer to the manor. The evil three had ugly brownish and muddy auras, but the others... He walked even closer to get a better view at them. He had seen many auras in his life, but never had he seen auras that were this bright. The pretty brunette had a magnificent shade of red and the charmed red heat a bright orange color. But the third man... He seemed to be struggling very hard against this dark person, which made his aura glee even more powerful. It was the most bright gold he had ever seen. That person must be special.. He thought back to a walk Lady Malfoy and her son had taken in the backyard a few days ago. Lady Malfoy had asked her son about a man that she still had hopes on that he might be able to defeat Lord twit. Master Draco had gotten very nervous, his aura turning a bright shade of pink. He really seemed to like that person.. Not that Archibald could be sure, but a wizard this good and powerful seemed to be a good match for his beloved friend. He felt the urge to help those people and tried to get inside behind them. He hopped up the stairs to the main entrance a few moments after the group had entered and asked the manor politely to let him inside as well. At first it warmly declined, shoving him back tenderly. He asked him again to let him in when the visitors would need his rescue and the house petted him with an ivy rank. So he sat down next to the door and waited nervously. Only about half an hour later the door next to him exploded and a dark wizard ran outside. He pulled out his wand and cursed that dark and ugly sign into the sky, screaming like a maniac. Archibald made use of the moment, russled up his feathers and sprinted angrily inside. The evil sister of Lady Malfoy was screaming at an old friend of his, and no one should talk to Dobby like this! He was standing proudly upon a table and protected the humans in his charge. Dobby could get them out of the manor! They would be safer outside, at least until he himself had managed to get rid of the evil wizards for good. Master Draco was halfheartedly fighting with the man with the golden aura, and it seemed like Archibals had been right about the man. Draco’s aura was again that glowing shade of pink. He should be leaving with him. He, Archibald Augustus Abraxas Malfoy, first of his house, would free their home of bad people, than young master could return. But for now he should leave. He ran closer to the two men that shared a moment in which they were only looking desperately into each other’s eyes. ‚Go with him! I got this!‘ he wanted to tell him, but since that wasn’t happening he just opened up his feathers to get his attention, waved at golden boy with his wings and screamed a loud „Pa-gaaaak!!“ But Master Draco only looked at him with a baffled expression. „Pa-ga-gaaak!!!“ ‚Go with him you fool, Dobby can take you with him!!‘ Young master still looked puzzled but Dobby had heard him. „I take him with me! Don’t you worry old friend!“ Dobby held out his hand for golden boy and waved Draco closer as well. He was shaking his head, but golden boy seemed to agree with Archibald and Dobby. He grabbed Master Draco’s hand and pulled him with him into Dobbys reach. Evil Lady Bellatrix screamed loudly and as Dobby and the humans of his charge were disapparating, she threw a black dagger after them. But he was not having such rude behavior. „Pa-gaaaak!!!!“ He screamed and waved his feathers so hard it blew the dagger away which flew right into the chest of mudbrown aura. One down! And Dobby had safely gotten the young master and his friends away! What success! He was a true hero peacock and deserved to be first of his name. The evil witch screamed in horrendous anger and tried to grab him with her bare hands since she had lost her wand in battle. But he was a powerful magical peacock and he bit her heavily into her indexfinger until he tasted blood.
Now that he had a grip of her aura he pulled on it, and as she angrily tried to shake him off of her hand, he even got more of it. His Lady stood by in utter shock, but he saw the small smile on her face. Finally young master was safe. He whistled out for his friends, and suddenly everyone that lived on the grounds of Malfoy manor started to fight the evil wizards. The house itself send its ivy ranks that pulled on the weakened Bellatrix and ripped her from her feet, shaking her midair and throwing her out of the window. The squirrels, mice, owls and cats of the grounds came to bite and chase death eaters, making them run outside and disapparate in shock. Only moments after he felt the black aura of Lord twit approaching, but the house and his occupants were not having it. The second he appeared in the great entrance hall, animals, ivy ranks and Lady Malfoy fired ranks, curses and bites at him. At first he tried to fight, then he just shook his head. „What madness is this, Lucius?! Your house is just as mad as you are!“ The oldest Malfoy threw himself to his masters feet, but he was way to busy not getting his eyes scratched out by Archibald. „I’ll...I’ll kill everyone here!!“ He pulled his wand but before anything had happened, the ivy ranks threw themself around Lord twit and squished him and punched him repeatedly onto the floor. Lucius was whining and still kneeling, which was the exact moment Lady Malfoy had had enough as well. „YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A MAN!! How are you not protecting your home?!“ She didn’t have her wand, so she pulled out a blunt, decorative sword from the shining armor behind her and hit it on her husbands head. She warded every word she yelled with another hit. „Even your house and the peacock are protecting us, but you...!!! You got us into this, I told you so, so, so many times not to do it but you wouldn’t stop!!! And see where that got us!!! You were not even able to protect our only child, OUR PEACOCK SAVED HIM FOR YOU!!!! Both of you fucking assholes, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!! No one with a dark mark is ever, EVER going inside of this house ever again!!! GET OUT!!!“ The manor happily agreed with its owner and threw a screaming Lucius and a blacked out Lord twit out of the window. It created new safety wards that would not ever let anyone wearing a dark mark, supporting lord twit or even remotely evil inside ever again. Lady Malfoy felt happy and free as she hugged her animals and her beloved peacock, her aura shining widely. One of her elves appeared by her side. „Please dear, tell Draco our home is safe. He can come home if he wants to, we will renew this place as if the evil bastard never set foot in here.“ The elve agreed happily and disappeared. From that moment on they were safe and finally, finally his feathers were glowing as bright as ever again.
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Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets: Everyone Lives AU
Table of Contents beta’d by @ageofzero
Chapter Seven Mudbloods and Murmurs
Friday, January 27, 1978 DADA Notes
Confringo aka Blasting Curse Expulso --Confringo and Expulso differ in size and strength and incendiary capabilities. Confringo will damage persons in the area, and will cause fire. Expulso repels objects in a similar manner to an explosion but no flame will appear. Damage largely done by sheer force and will not cause direct pain to the target of its own accord. (WILL BE ON THE TEST)
Furnunculus--Pimple Jinx Naresvertum--a jinx that turns the nose green
Incendia Incendicum--purple flame that causes internal damage. Very deadly and only to be used in the most dangerous of situations, may result in death of target if cast with enough strength (motion similar to semp. ask sev)
Furnunculus and Naresvertum are good basic dueling jinxes. Confringo and Expulso can cause a lot of damage when not used properly so I do NOT recommend even attempting them for a few years. Maybe in a couple summers I can show you how to use them. DON’T use Incendia Incedicum. It’s nasty curse and there’s no easy counter for it. If you hit someone with it, they might die very painfully. Do NOT try it. --Sirius
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Dear Mum and Dad,
I know I promised I wouldn’t get any detentions this year, but it was absolutely for a good cause. Malfoy deserved an ugly green nose. (The swelling, oozing part was accidental.) He called Hermione a rude name just because her parents are Muggles. So Ron and I both hexed him. Well, Ron’s spell backfired, and he got hexed, and my hex landed, and Draco hexed me back.
But it was totally justified. Please please please don’t be mad at me. I got hexed back, and Professor McGonagall still gave me detention, even though Draco caused a bunch of boils to appear on my face, (which hurt really bad, by the way) and I have to spend the night in the hospital with Malfoy. Isn’t that punishment enough?
Love, Harry
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Ron was dismissed from the hospital wing just before dinner. He’d puked up the worst of the slugs, and Madam Pomfrey was at her wit’s end, with Draco moaning about his nose. Harry wasn’t in much better shape. The Boil Cure potion had not cleared his face as it should have. It only turned the boils on his face a sickly shade of green.
When Madam Pomfrey finished putting a thick paste over his face, Harry sent off a letter to his parents, which had been difficult with the paste sticking to his eyelashes. He hoped his arrived not long after McGonagall’s. It would be better if he could preempt any of his parent’s anger with an explanation. Malfoy really had deserved it. He didn’t feel guilty about what he had done at all. Mostly, he was just sorry he had to spend an evening in the infirmary and another evening doing detention next Saturday.
Draco had a similar paste over his nose, and was in a bed opposite Harry. Madam Pomfrey brought them both sandwiches and soup. Harry had to break his sandwich into bite-sized pieces before he could eat it, or else the paste would get all over it. Draco, at least, stopped whining to eat.
After they finished dinner, there was a gentle rapping at the hospital wing window. Harry recognized one of the owls from home and got up to open it. Harry reached out for the letters in its talons, but the owl only dropped one into his hand, and a small package, then flitted to Malfoy’s bed and dropped the other letter and package into Draco Malfoy’s lap.
Harry opened the letter first. Uncle Remus had sent him condolences about the curse and the detention. Harry was surprised by the quick response, and wondered if his parents would send a letter along tonight as well. Maybe they were too busy arguing over whether or not he had been fairly punished. He wondered if Sirius would send a letter along, too. At least Harry knew what to expect from Sirius: Congratulations.
Harry opened the package and found a single chocolate frog. He looked over at Draco’s bed and saw Malfoy had the same thing. But Malfoy was looking at the package like he’d never seen one before.
“They’re not real frogs,” Harry said.
“I know what a Chocolate Frog is, Potter,” Malfoy snapped, and proceeded to open the package.
Harry sat back down on his bed and opened his chocolate frog. It tried to leap off his bed, but he caught it before it hit the ground. He watched Malfoy break the frog into small pieces as he ate it. He wondered why Uncle Remus had sent Malfoy a chocolate frog. Had Harry been unclear in his letter home what it was Malfoy had said?
“You write to Uncle Remus?” Harry asked, careful to keep suspicion out of his tone.
“I didn’t know he was your uncle.” Malfoy’s voice was sour and defensive.
“Not really — He’s a family friend.” Harry’s only uncle was a Muggle, and a rather rude one. He didn’t think it was a good idea to say that to Malfoy. “Do you have any uncles?”
“What do you care?” Malfoy grumbled and folded up the letter. Harry resisted the urge to ask what it said.
“I was just being polite. Making conversation.”
Malfoy made a disgruntled noise and ate the last pieces of his chocolate frog. He threw the card at Harry. “You collect them, right?”
“How’d you know?” Harry picked the card up and looked down at it. It was of Merlin.
“It just seems like something stupid you’d do.” Malfoy snapped.
“You don’t collect them? You could start. I’ve already got both of these. You could have them. If Uncle Remus sends you stuff, he’ll send you lots of chocolate frogs. He likes them a lot. He always —”
Harry stopped abruptly. He heard something, whispering. He tried to make out the words, but the voice was quiet, faded.
“Do you hear that?” he asked.
“Hear what?”
Harry paused. Then, in a clear whisper, he heard, Come…. Come to me….
“There! There was a voice, I heard it.”
“I don’t hear anything.”
Let me rip you…. Let me tear you…..Let me kill you….
The voice was chilling and terrifying. “You don’t hear that? At all?”
“I don’t hear anything,” Malfoy snapped.
Harry glared at Malfoy. He thought maybe it was Malfoy playing a stupid prank, like he had with Dobby. Making a voice and pretending not to hear it, just to scare Harry, sounded just like Malfoy.
“You’re not funny, you know,” Harry said.
Malfoy bristled. “At least I don’t look half as funny as you.”
Madam Pomfrey came to take the dinner trays before Harry could snap anything else at Malfoy. She brought them both hot tea and it made Harry drowsy. He wondered if she’d put something in it because they needed rest or if she simply wanted to avoid them fighting in the night.
In the morning, they both washed their faces and all signs of a hex were gone. Ron and Hermione were waiting to walk with Harry down to breakfast. No one was waiting for Draco.
As soon as Draco was out of earshot, Harry told Ron and Hermione about the voice.
“And Draco really didn’t hear it?” Hermione asked.
“Maybe he was just trying to make you think he couldn’t hear it. Maybe he did hear it but he wanted to scare you, like with Dobby,” Ron suggested.
“I thought that at first but….” Harry thought about the voice and how terrifying it had been. He wasn’t sure that Draco Malfoy, who had offered him a Chocolate Frog card, was capable of creating a voice that sounded that intent on murder. He shivered just remembering it. “It was scary,” he finally said as they approached the Great Hall. “That voice really wanted to kill somebody, and I don’t know why.”
#harry potter and the chamber of secrets#hp everyone lives au#hp everyone lives#hp fic#harry potter#hp
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Get to know me tag
Rules: answer these 84 statements about yourself then tag people
Tagged by: @shippinggayandallthatjazz
LAST
Drink: water
Phonecall: my sister, my nephew wanted to say hello
Text message: “sorry im busy” , such a lie
Song you listened to: one call away- charlie puth
Time you cried: today
EVER
Dated someone twice: No
Kissed someone and regretted it: have yet to regret a kiss
Been cheated on: nope
Lost someone special: Ya
Been depressed: also ya
Gotten drunk and thrown up: ya, i think my tally is like 3
Favourite colour: blue
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU
Made new friends: yep im surprised too
Fallen out of love: i mean probably?
Laughed until you cried: that is my life?
Found out someone was talking about you: i mean i have siblings? i KNOW i have been
Met someone who changed you: doesn't every human encounter kinda affect you?
Found out who your real friends are: ive always had “real friends”
Kissed someone on your facebook friends list: yepity doo
GENERAL
How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: like 99%
Do you have any pets: no, its a sad day
Do you want to change your name: not really im kinda attached to it.
What did you do for your last birthday: drove to my brothers, it was in a cramped car with the fambam so not fun.
What time did you wake up today: 6am... my sister woke me to help with a test?
What were your doing at midnight last night: probs dreaming
What is something you can’t wait for: working at my old high school, getting a dog and reading to it harry potter.
Last time you saw your mother: today
What are you listening to right now: the sounds of the dryer and the fire crackling, the sound of my typing aswell.
Have you ever talked to a tom: yes?
Something that’s getting on your nerves: injustice in any form, someone assuming im stupid, life?
Most visited website: Tumblr is my life
Hair colour: brown or mousy brown?
Long or short hair: both? growing out an undercut is a bitch
Do you have a crush on someone: define crush/ probably?
What do you like about yourself: my humour, kindness and my eyes and my friends.
Want any piercings: give me infinite money, i will be a walking piercing display book
Blood type: human
Nicknames: lil avocahoe, loz, loza, lozenger, churchill
Relationship status: Single
Zodiac: Capricorn
Pronouns: she/her
Favourite tv shows: i mean have you seen my blog? wynonna earp, supergirl, oitnb, carmilla, one day ata time, anything gay or political.
Tattoos: none, i want them so baddddd
Right or left handed: right handed
Ever had surgery: nope
Piercings: just the usual lobe ones
Sport: softball (yes its a stereotype but im a good catcher)
Vacation: i need one
Trainers: those things your run in? the only exercise i do is running away from problems
MOST GENERAL
Eating: a cheesy
Drink: i like coke no sugar
I’m about to watch: the other side of my eyelids
Waiting for: a smile that will stop me in my tracks
Want: money and love (im a cold money driven Capricorn remember)
Getting married: not atm but hey any volunteers?
Career: teaching or psychology idk
WHICH IS BETTER
Hugs or kisses: hugs
Lips or eyes: eyes
Shorter or taller: im not heightist :)
Older or younger: similiar age to me is fine
Nice arms or stomach: i mean both?
Hook up or relationship: whichever is more fun
Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant
HAVE YOU EVER
Kissed a stranger: yep
Drank hard liquor: yesssss i need some rn
Lost glasses: i can see so no?
Turned someone down: yeah, sorry dudes
Sex on the first date: not yet
Had your heart broken: Yep
Been arrested: not as of yet
Cried when someone died: yes to both reality and fantasy RIP Dobby
Fallen for a friend: unfortunately
DO YOU BELIEVE IN
Miracles: nahhh
Love at first sight: idk?
Santa Claus: i mean will i get presents if i say yes?
Kiss on a first date: can you believe in that?
Angels: umm waverly earp? yes
OTHER
Best friends name: i dont have one, rude to bring that up.
Eye colour: blue
Favourite movie: the day after tomorrow, star dust and pitch perfect
Favourite actor/actress: Natasha Negovanlis, Elise Bauman, Anna Kendrick, Gal Gadot, i have alot okay.
Tagging: @practicing-reckless-optimism @alphashiver
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#eighth year #angst #bed sharing
Prompts: @the-yellowsubmarine Author: @queenofthyme
Harry woke up to a half-naked Draco Malfoy standing over his bed. At first, he thought he was still dreaming, that is, until Malfoy called out to him.
“Potter,” came the whispered voice. And then more insistently: “Potter, wake up.”
In Harry’s dreams, Malfoy always called him Harry.
“What the fuck, Malfoy?” Harry said, letting his eyes open properly and take in the full (real) sight of a shirtless Malfoy. He had been having the most delightful dream in which Malfoy – although known to Harry as Draco in the dream – had confessed his affections to Harry and asked him to take a ride on a unicorn with him into space.
True – Harry was pleased to wake up to the real Malfoy’s naked chest. But it left him with an inconvenient problem beneath the sheets which he couldn’t really take care of with Malfoy staring down at him like that. Well, actually, that was another fantasy of Harry’s, but he expected in the current situation, Malfoy would probably sooner punch him than join in.
“I want to switch beds,” Malfoy announced.
Harry frowned, looking over to Malfoy’s vacant four-poster. The sheets were thrown wide, the pillow on the floor beside it. “Why?”
“There’s something wrong with that bed. I think it’s haunted.”
“You think the bed is haunted?” Harry repeated sceptically.
Malfoy crossed his arms over his (naked!) chest. “Yes.”
“And you want me to sleep in it?”
Malfoy shrugged. “Better you than me.”
“Absolutely not.” Harry rolled away from Malfoy. He was tired. And he wanted to finish his dream.
“So, you believe me that it’s haunted then?” Malfoy asked, the challenge clear in his voice.
“No,” Harry explained into his pillow, “I just don’t see why I should have to be inconvenienced because of your paranoia.”
“You’re already awake, and I’m going to stand here until you agree.”
Harry knew he would too. Malfoy was persistent. And right now he was being a persistent pain in the -
“Fine.” Harry jumped up and scrambled over to the other bed, moving quickly so Malfoy wouldn’t see his flagging but still noticeable erection through Dudley’s old pyjamas. He retrieved the pillow from the floor, readjusted the sheets and settled in. Haunted or not, Harry could tell he was going to have a good sleep now. The bed smelt like Malfoy. That would complement Harry’s dreams nicely.
Malfoy didn’t say anything further - not even a thank you - but Harry heard him settling in as well. Harry wondered if Malfoy had similar thoughts about the smell of Harry’s bed. Probably not.
Sleep came quickly.
Harry was in the Department of Mysteries. At the end of one of the long corridors he saw it: a curtain. Sirius was right behind it. He glided forward. If he could just reach it. A hand pulled him back. Harry turned around to find hundreds of Inferi crawling towards him, the closest one with a grip on his arm that was tightening, bruising his skin, crushing the bone beneath. He tried to scream but all that came out was a hiss.
Harry was in Little Hangleton Graveyard. The tombstones were so large they towered over his head, engravings with big wiry letterings spelt out the names of the dead. Lily Potter. James Potter. Cedric Diggory. Sirius Black. Albus Dumbledore. Hedwig. Dobby. Fred Weasley. Collin Creevey. Remus Lupin. Nymphadora Tonks. Severus Snape. And the last – the biggest tombstone of them all: Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior. Beneath it, the earth was shaking, the dirt crumbling away. The Dark Lord was returning.
Harry was in The Forbidden Forest. A high-pitched laughter rang in his ears. The sky flashed green. The trees were whispering, telling him to turn back, telling him to run. But his feet kept walking forward. The trees grew sparse. He was almost at the clearing. And when he reached it, he was going to die.
Harry woke up in a sweat, his heartbeat threatening to rip the organ from his chest. He threw the sheets away and tried to calm himself with deep breaths, but the scenes from his dreams – no, his nightmares – flashed in front of his eyes over and over again.
Maybe Malfoy was right – maybe the bed really was haunted.
Harry pulled himself up, dropping his feet to the solid floor and ignoring the heaviness of his head. As soon as he stood up, he felt instantly calmer. He could still remember the nightmares but they were no longer pinning him down with their weight. No longer crawling under his skin. It was no wonder Malfoy wanted to swap beds.
Harry looked over at his own bed. Malfoy was fast asleep. It wasn’t fair that Malfoy got to have the unicorn space dreams (Harry could only presume) in Harry’s bed, while Harry had scary death nightmares in his. He walked over.
“Malfoy.” Harry prodded Malfoy’s side. “Malfoy.”
Malfoy grumbled as he slowly regained consciousness. “Stop it, Potter. I’m sleeping.”
“I want my bed back.”
Malfoy huffed and rolled over to face Harry but he didn’t open his eyes. “I thought you said it wasn’t haunted.”
“I was wrong,” Harry said stiffly. He didn’t much like admitting it, especially not to an ex-rival he currently had the hots for.
Malfoy smiled, his eyes still closed. “Say that again.”
“I was wrong,” Harry repeated with a tired sigh. “Can I have my bed back now?”
Malfoy opened his eyes, blinking up at Harry slowly. “I’m not going back there.”
“Well, neither am I,” Harry retorted. He didn’t fancy another trip to the Forbidden Forest anytime soon.
Malfoy rolled back over, turning his back to Harry. “Get in then.”
Harry must have heard wrong. “Excuse me?” He asked Malfoy’s back.
“Just don’t hog the covers,” Malfoy continued, “and you better not drool in your sleep.”
Harry hesitated, looking back at Malfoy’s abandoned bed by the window. He already knew he wouldn’t be going back there. Not tonight. He suspected someone had cursed it, and he'd already begun planning his revenge for when he found out who, but for now, there wasn’t anything else to do but sleep. And he wasn’t going to get much on the floor.
Not to mention, the thought of sleeping with – well, sleeping next to – Malfoy was all kinds appealing. Scary, and awkward and embarrassing of course. But still: very appealing.
He climbed into the bed slowly, careful not to accidentally touch or jostle Malfoy in any way. He didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the situation. He had no idea what Malfoy thought about it. Thought about him.
Harry managed to orient himself in bed so no part of his body was touching Malfoy’s. True - it left him almost falling off the side, but it was a minor discomfort. A necessity to keep a healthy, platonic space between him and Malfoy.
When Harry fell asleep, he was pleased to return to a journey of unicorn space travel with Draco.
But it was nothing compared to waking up the next morning with Malfoy, the real Malfoy, snuggled into his chest, an arm tightly clinging to his torso.
And that, in turn, was nothing compared to when Malfoy sniffled in his sleep and mumbled: “Hmmm, Harry.”
Perhaps he wouldn’t be seeking revenge on whoever cursed Malfoy’s bed after all.
Part Two: #eighth year #cuddles #first time
more like this l @queenofthyme
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COS: Part 11
For a moment there was silence as Harry, George, Percy and Lockhart entered the room, standing there in muck, slime, and blood. Then, there was a scream.
“Percy!”
It was Mrs. Weasley, who had been sitting, crying in front of the fire. She leapt to her feet, closely followed by Mr. Weasley, and both of them went to embrace their son.
“You saved him! How did you do it?”
“I think we’d all like to know that,” said Professor McGonagall, who was standing by Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape. Harry walked over to the desk and laid the Sorting Hat, the ruby encrusted sword, and what remained of Riddle’s diary down before them.
Then he told them what happened, Hermione’s discovery about the basilisk. Aragog. Myrtle. And how they got into the Chamber.
“How in Merlin’s name,” Snape interrupted. “did you survive that?”
Harry felt strongly that Percy’s bit of the story wasn’t his to tell. How Riddle had used him and got inside his head. But what if they expelled him. Percy wasn’t a little first year, he was a sixth year prefect. Would they think he should have known better? Or that he never should have put himself in that position to begin with? Would they place the blame on the victim when it was no one’s fault but Voldemort’s?
Instinctively, Harry looked at Dumbledore who smiled faintly.
“What interests me most,” said Dumbledore. “is how Lord Voldemort managed to enchant Percy when my sources tell me he is currently in hiding in the forests of Albania?”
Relief, warm, sweeping, glorious relief swept over Harry.
“W…what’s that?” said Mr. Weasley in a stunned voice. “You-Know-Who? Enchanted Percy. But Percy’s not….Percy, how?”
Harry didn’t answer. If Percy was ever going to get over this then he needed to be the one to explain.
“It was the diary,” said Percy. “Tom Riddle’s diary.”
“Oh, very few people know that Lord Voldemort was once called Tom Riddle. He was probably one of the most brilliant students that Hogwarts has ever seen.”
Dumbledore looked to the Weasleys.
“He disappeared after leaving school, traveled far and wide…sank so deeply into the Dark Arts, met with the darkest sorts then resurfaced years later as Lord Voldemort. He was barely recognizable as the head boy who once went to school here.”
“But Percy,” said Mrs. Weasley. “What does our son have to do with…..with him?”
“I found his diary,” Percy said, voice getting stronger as George stood firm beside him. “I’ve been writing to him all year. I was unsure, at first, I just thought it was a trick item, until…..”
“Percy,” said Mr. Weasley flabbergasted. “Haven’t I taught you anything? What have we always told you?”
“Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps it’s brain,” Percy replied dutifully.
“Why didn’t you show it to anyone? Me or your mother? A Professor? A suspicious object like that, it was clearly full of Dark magic.”
“Enough, dad!” George cut in. “How was Percy to know it was a Dark object? Anyone can get joke diaries at Zonkos for a few sickles. He shouldn’t be punished because some psycho took advantage of him. If anything I’m the one who should be punished. I knew he was having a hard time…”
George choked up, and the tears were already flowing down Mr. Weasley’s face.
“I should’ve asked him… I should’ve been there….”
Then Mr. Weasley pulled both of his sons into a crushing hug, each Weasley repeating the same phrase, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Even Dumbledore looked touched at the family’s loving display.
No punishments were doled out, but three awards for special services to the school were given out, one for Harry and one for George, and one on behalf of Millicent Bulstrode, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and Percy Weasley, all who had aided in the discovery and removal of the basilisk and the diary. It turned out that Hermione wasn’t the only one who had discovered what was going on. In order to prove Harry wrong, Draco had been spending countless hours in the library, finding out the identity of the monster right before he had been petrified. He set out to prove Harry wrong and he did.
“And what do you say Lockhart, do you corroborate their story?” asked Snape, skeptically. But Lockhart was just staring off into space, the jewel on the sword having caught his full attention. George then explained about the memory charm and Snape had to hide his smirk.
“Impaled upon your own sword, Gilderoy?”
“Sword?” he said, absentmindedly. “Is this my sword?” he asked, wide eyed.
“Would you mind taking Professor Lockhart up to the infirmary too?” Dumbledore asked George who was to escort his brother there immediately along with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
“I’d like a few more words with Harry.”
“Sit down, Harry,” he said, and Harry sat, feeling unaccountably nervous. “First of all, Harry, I want to thank you,” said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling. “You must have shown real loyalty down in the Chamber to have called Fawkes to you.”
“Tom,” Harry stated, he assumed that’s what they were here to talk about. “He said I’m like him. Strange likenesses, he said.”
“Did he now?” said Dumbledore, looking thoughtfully at Harry from under his thick silver eyebrows. “And what do you think, Harry?”
“Maybe I am in superficial ways, but I would never have done that to Hagrid or Percy. He didn’t understand love or that Percy would try to fight back. He underestimated all of us. A real Slytherin wouldn’t have done that.”
“Indeed,” said Dumbledore. “There are a lot of things Voldemort does not understand. Harry, I believe you can speak Parseltongue because Lord Voldemort can speak Parseltongue. If I’m not mistaken he transferred some of his powers to you the night he gave you that scar. Not something he intended to do, I’m sure….”
“Voldemort put a bit of himself in me?” Harry said, thunderstruck.
“It certainly seems so.”
“But sir, I wanted to be in Gryffindor. I asked the Sorting Hat to put me there, but it put me in Slytherin instead.”
“A truly extraordinary magical artifact. It gave you the sword when you truly need it and it gave you the house that you needed, you may not have chosen your house, Harry, but you chose to after Percy in the Chamber, you remained friends with Misters Weasley and Longbottom and stood by Ms. Granger. It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. You have defined your time here not as a Slytherin or a Gryffindor, but as a student of this school. What you need, Harry, is some food and sleep. While I need to write Azkaban, we need our gamekeeper back and dear me, it seems we need yet another Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. We do seen to run through them, don’t we?”
It was then the door burst open so violently that it bounced back off the wall. Lucius Malfoy stood there, fury n his face. And cowering behind his legs, fingers wrapped in bandages was Dobby.
“So, you’ve come back. The governors suspended you, but you still saw fit to come back to Hogwarts.”
“Good evening, Severus,” said Dumbledore, smiling evenly. “Once the eleven other Governors heard that Arthur Weasley’s son had been killed, they wanted me back here at once. They seemed to think I was the best man for the job after all. Very strange tales they told me, too. Several of them seemed to think that you had threatened to curse their families if they didn’t agree to suspend me in the first place. You’ll be glad to know we stopped the attack without any fatalities and caught the person responsible.”
“Well?” said Mr. Malfoy sharply. “Did you find the person who did that to my son?”
“The same person as last time, Lucius,” said Dumbledore. “But this time, Lord Voldemort was acting through somebody else. By means of this diary.” Dumbledore held up the diary, a giant hole now in the middle of it.
“I see….”, said Mr. Malfoy slowly to Dumbledore.
Dobby behind Mr. Malfoy was doing something very odd. He would glance at the diary then point to Mr. Malfoy then hit himself hard on the head with his fist.
“A clever plan, if not for Harry here and George Weasley, Percy Weasley might have taken all the blame and we would never have known.”
Mr. Malfoy forced himself to speak.
“Very unfortunate,” he said stiffly. And it clicked.
“Don’t you want to know how Percy got a hold of the diary, Mr. Malfoy?” asked Harry. Lucius Malfoy rounded on him.
“How should I know how the idiot boy got a hold of it?” he said.
“Because you gave it to him. In the overcrowded Florish and Blotts, you bumped into him and slipped it in his pocket.”
He saw Mr. Malfoy’s hands clench then unclench.
“Prove it,” he hissed.
“Oh, no one will be able to do that,” said Dumbledore, smiling at Harry. “Not now that Riddle has vanished from the book, but I’d say Arthur Weasley, for one, would make it his personal mission if you were to give out any other of Lord Voldemort’s school things to innocents.”
Lucius looked like he was going to reach for his wand, but instead said, “We’re going, Dobby.”
“Mr. Malfoy,” Harry gasped after he had caught up with the man in the hall. “I’ve got something for you.” And he forced his smelly sock into Lucius Malfoy’s hand.
“What the…” Mr. Malfoy ripped the sock from the diary, threw it aside then looked furiously from the ruined book to Harry. “You’ll meet the same sticky end as your parents one of these days Harry Potter,” he said softly. “They were meddlesome fools, too. Come, Dobby.” He turned to go.
“I said, come.”
But Dobby didn’t move.
“Got a sock,” said Dobby in disbelief. “Master threw it and Dobby caught it. Dobby….Dobby is free.”
Lucius Malfoy stood frozen then he lunged at Harry.
“You’ve lost me my servant, boy!” But Dobby shouted. “You shall not harm Harry Potter!” There was a loud bang and Mr. Malfoy was thrown backward. He crashed down the stairs, three at a time, landing in a crumpled heap on the landing below. He got up, pulled his wand, but Dobby raised a long, threatening finger. Lucius Malfoy had no choice.
With a last, incensed stare at the pair of them, he swung his cloak around him and hurried out of sight.
“Harry Potter freed Dobby. Harry Potter set Dobby free!”
“Least I could do, Dobby, for a friend,” said Harry. The elf’s ugly brown face split suddenly into a wide, toothy smile.
“Harry Potter is greater by far than Dobby ever knew!” he sobbed. “Farewell, Harry Potter!”
And with a final loud crack, Dobby disappeared. And Harry smiled.
Harry took his seat at breakfast the next morning and glanced over at the Gryffindor table where Percy sat flanked by his brothers. Fred sat beside him, a companionable arm threw across Percy’s shoulders. Oliver Wood sat in front of them as they all sat chatting merrily and though Percy and George looked a bit rougher than normal, Harry could see that none of that mattered.
“How long do you think that will last?” asked Millicent.
“Awhile,” Harry answered honestly. They all looked like one big happy family, now, but Harry knew what often happened with good intentions.
Percy would need help to get over what happened between him and Voldemort, Harry just hoped that they would be there for him then, too. It’s always different when it’s old wounds verses new and people often lose interest when things aren’t exciting anymore, but he hoped the Weasleys were better than most people.
“And what are you going to do this summer, Potter, or do you just plan to rest. I hear being the Heir of Slytherin can be quite taxing,” said Blaise. “The Dursleys aren’t much for rest and relaxation, at least, not where I’m concerned,” replied Harry. Blaise laughed.
Millicent and Blaise knew a little of what it was like to live with the Dursleys, but he spared them the details. They saw the Christmas gifts, if you could call them that, and how he skirted certain issues, or always kept his eyes trained on the person who happened to be the loudest one in the room, but they respected his privacy.
“What about you, Mil?” Blaise asked.
“France,” Millicent answered. “Berma’s getting married.”
“Who’s Berma?” asked Harry.
Millicent growled.
“Millicent’s sister,” Blaise answered.
“Oh,” Harry said awkwardly, but didn’t press.
As people were staring to leave the Great Hall, a Slytherin girl stood up with a plate full of food and “accidentally” spilled it all over Vincent Crabbe’s head. He spluttered then stood up in a huff, taking off out of the Great Hall intentionally ignoring Millicent’s smiling face.
“Wait, I meant to ask you, that night, Crabbe said something about your….”
“Don’t say it, Potter!” Blaise paled, his dark face growing slightly ashy.
“Sweet Salazar, Unless you want every Slytherin girl on your case like that poor fool Crabbe then you don’t want to finish that sentence.”
“What’s the big deal?” Harry asked as he and his friends stood to leave the Goodbye feast. Gryffindor had won the cup, but just barely. Slytherin was second, due to Malfoy and Wood’s accident and that last match being ruled a draw.
“I’ll let Granger explain it to you. Respectable young ladies don’t speak about such things in mixed company,” said Millicent, brushing her hair over her shoulder.
�� “Ha!” huffed Hermione as she met them outside the doors before her curiosity got the better of her.
“What do I need to explain?” Millicent leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Hermione’s eyes widened comically before turning murderous then slightly amused.
“The C word,” Hermione started. “is an old Pureblood tradition, quite archaic really.
“The point Granger,” Millicent prompted.
“The contract,” she whispered. “is a tradition for pureblood girls. Most get them as soon as they are born, it’s the first stage in an arranged marriage. A contract could say, “She will not date anyone before the engagement,” It could have clauses for a specific hair color or style. It normally determines dowry and dictates property rights and such, but the details could be anything.”
“And you get these from birth?” asked Harry.
“Six days old,” Millicent replied.
“But why?” Harry asked.
“Think about it, Potter,” said Blaise. “If there were no, uh, c words, then Goyle would have even fewer brain cells because they would be split between two heads.”
Hermione nodded. “It’s a very taboo subject, usually only discussed within feminine company. What Crabbe said was a major faux pau. Pureblood marriages are carefully monitored and the sheer mention of Millicent’s contract could have hurt her in her current betrothed’s eyes.
“You’re engaged!” Harry exclaimed.
“Potter,” said Millicent, long suffering. “I’ve been engaged four times.”
“You’re twelve,” Harry deadpanned.
“You should hear about Tracey Davis. Besides it’s not my fault Blaise and I didn’t last. Daddy just thought I could do better.”
Blaise smiled at her. “It was an honor while it lasted, Ms. Bulstrode.” Blaise bowed low to the ground, and Millicent curtsied.
“Who else?” asked Harry.
“Let me guess,” said Hermione. “Goyle for sure.”
“Yes,” said Millicent. “He was number three and my personal favorite. No offense, darling,” she told Blaise.
“But not Crabbe.”
“No,” said Millicent. “Can’t guess, Granger?”
Hermione nodded.
“Your old Captain,” Millicent told Harry.
“Marcus!” Harry exclaimed.
“Yes,” said Millicent. “He was number two. A little harsh, but better than my current betrothed.”
Just then Malfoy walked by and Harry caught the slight incline of his head in Millicent’s direction.
“No way! Malfoy!”
Millicent clicked her tongue. “Sad, but true.”
“But there’s no way you could marry Malfoy,” said Hermione.
“It’s the way things are done, Granger.”
“But that’s horrible,” said Harry. “You should, at least, have a choice.”
“Oh, I do,” she said. “Any pureblood would do really.”
“Any pureblood?” asked Harry.
“In theory,” replied Millicent distractedly messing with her hair.
“So, in theory you could marry a Weasley.”
Millicent stopped her ministrations.
“Uh,”
“Because that’s what you said, Mil,”
“No,” Millicent balked. “Not ever did the words, I would marry a Weasley come out of my mouth.”
“But you said,” Harry laughed.
“Harry Potter, mark my words, I would rather eat slugs then marry one of those red headed miscreants.”
Harry stifled a giggle remembering poor Ron, and told Millicent to be careful what she wished for. Harry got a jelly legs jinx for his trouble.
“Hey, at least a Weasley would be better than a Malfoy.”
Millicent nodded indiscriminately, but didn’t say anything.
As they boarded the train later that day, Harry was glad to see George, Percy, Fred, Lee Jordan and Oliver Wood sitting together, talking and laughing.
Harry fell in behind Hermione and Ron, Millicent claiming the seat next to the window, and sat down, hoping that the next year would be quieter. Please, Merlin, no more creepy diaries or giant snakes, and no more finding out his friends were engaged to evil, blonde gits. Yeah, Harry thought, next year would be a lot more peaceful.
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Hi Aurora okay first tysm for your blog It's so lovely to have another person so passionate about my fave things (i.e hp and period dramas) Anyway, i recently read the HP series (again) and found myself feeling SO MUCH. I genuinely teared up at so many different touching parts and I was just wondering what are your favorite most heart-wrenching/emotional parts from the books? I realize this is a lengthy quesition so feel free to never answer this or take a year.
ye S SS i love being passionate ab things and sharing that passion w my followers!!!!! i love yall esp when u ask me questions like this where i get to talk ab my fave things everrrrrrrrr (ps thank u so much for letting me take forever to answer this ur so cute to say that ilysm)
ok so literally i will cry my way thru the entire series when i reread bc harry potter has so much emotional weight for me and so many memories that go along with it. but i decided to limit myself to just 10 bc otherwise id be sitting here typing all day. so w/o further ado:
AURORA’S TOP 10 MOST TEARFUL HARRY POTTER MOMENTS:
((in no particular order))
HARRY READS LILY’S LETTER IN DH: listen harry doesnt actually spend a lot of the books angsting over the fact that he doesnt have parents but in moments like this u remember he IS AN ORPHAN AND IT GETS ME SO HARD. fuk like just picturing harry crouched on the floor of sirius’s bedroom reading that letter… rereading it… crying… wow.gif!!!!! the line that makes me cry eveRY TIME is “She had made her g’s the same way he did : he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil.“ LIKE RIP RIP RIP ABORT ABORT ABORT ITS TOO SAD!!!!!
THE LOST PROPHECY IN OOTP: JESSESCREAMING.JPEG!!!!!!!!!!!! listen ,,, i talk ab this chapter so much on my blog. it is my #1 favorite moment in my #1 favorite harry potter book which is my #1 favorite series of all time. SO ITS A PRETTY BIG DEAL. harry’s reaction to sirius’s death… his anger at dumbledore… his grief… his discovery of his fate… its beautiful writing and its so painful but so amazing to read. LIKE!!!!! MY BABY!!! HE’S LOST SO MANY PEOPLE!!!!!!!! MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD!!!!!!!!!! “I DON’T CARE!“ Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!” “You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”” LIKE LITERALLY WHEN I GET TO THIS POINT I HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK BC IM CRYING SO MUCH I CANT MAKE OUT THE WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!! also fun story: one time i was listening to ootp on audiobook while on vacation and we were in the car waiting to taxi on to a ferry boat and we were listening to this chapter when the ferry guy came by to take our tickets and i had like TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE and jim dale is yelling as harry in the background…. the guy was like ‘is this bitch ok??’ lmaOOOOo
HARRY AND THE MIRROR OF ERISED IN SS: this is another one of those moments where you remember that harry is an orphan and its /so/ painful. thinking about this teeny 11 year old baby harry sneaking out every night just to sit in front of this mirror so he can see his parents………my darling baby sweetheart i love him So Much. it just makes me so sad like hes /so young/ AND HE JUST WANTS TO SEE HIS PARENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHH!! it also gives way to one of my all time favorite hp quotes: “It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
HARRY STOPS SIRIUS AND LUPIN FROM KILLING PETER IN POA: me reading this part is literally ISAYTHATSMYBABYANDIMREALLYPROUD.GIF!!!!!! like!! my boy!! he finds out this man literally caused the death of his parents and he MAKES THE GROWN ASS ADULTS SPARE HIS LIFE… LIKE… he literally acts twice his age and is so mature and is just…….so amazing. it shows such strength and wisdom and it makes me SO PROUD. the way he references james also makes me cry because you see the relationship harry has with james even though he’s literally never met him and its so beautiful. i love harry so much.
HARRY AFTER SECTUMSEMPER-ING MALFOY IN HBP: this is literally the opposite of that last one where im so proud of harry this is def… not one of his best moments lol. he rly rly fucks up and his guilt is so raw and it makes me so emotional because i feel SO bad for him. its def an important harry moment in the books because it shows his flaws and the consequences of his rage, but it also shows how GOOD he is because he feels so bad about what happens and like willingly takes his punishment even though it means that he cant play in the quidditch match. he really like… atones and even tho its rough to read i def love that its a part of the series bc its a really like watershed moment for harry and i think it really reminds him of the wizard he wants to be. this part also leads to i think a more satisfying harry/ginny first kiss bc ginny defends harry and then him not going to the game leads to “several sunlit days” AKA ONE OF MY FAVE HP MOMENTS EVER!!!!!!!!!!!
HARRY AND HERMIONE VISIT JAMES AND LILY’S GRAVE IN DH: “But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.” THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS THAT I HAVE TO STOP READING BC IM CRYING SO MUCH I CANT MAKE OUT THE WORDS ANYMORE. I CRIED TYPING THIS. IM SO SAD.
THE FOREST AGAIN IN DH: hoo boy. hoooooo boy this is a Big One. this one is really…. wow. just. wow. [deep breath]. there is So Much in this chapter that makes me cry where do i even START. harry realizing that he has to die and ACCEPTING IT BRAVELY LIKE THE HERO HE IS. “Why had he never appreciate what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?” im crying….. hes so good. HARRY NEARLY STOPPING WHEN HE SEES GINNY and ginny’s crying and comforting some girl and im crying too. JAMES. SIRIUS. LILY. REMUS. WHEN HARRY ASKS IF IT HURTS TO DIE LIKE LITEARLLY I HAVE TO PUT THE BOOK DOWN AND GET UP AND WLAK AROUND THE ROOM BECAUSE I GET SO EMOTIONAL LIKE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! when harry sees harry and screams at him ……………… rip in pieces me!!!!!!!! ALSO ONE OF HIS LAST THOUGHTS BEFORE THE AVADA KEDAVRA IS OF GINNY AND KISSING HER……….. [GUNSHOTS] [SCREAMING]
BELLATRIX TORTURES HERMIONE IN DH: fuk this scene is no joke scary like it took harry potter to another level of real darkness. hermione being tortured was so chilling like beautiufl amazing smart snarky hermione it was so painful to read like my heart rate goes up when i read it bc im worried for my girl :/ and ron is sHAKING and like screaming and literally throwing himself at the walls to try to get to her and its SO upsetting like. they are still CHILDREN like theyre all so young and they dont deserve this like. hearing her plead and stuff … its just…. too much. these are my CHILDREN i have to PROTECT them.
HARRY DIGS DOBBYS GRAVE IN DH: this is another one of those harry moments where i just want to give him a huge hug. like he insists on digging dobby’s grave by hand which is just ..... [gets choked up] its fine. and his thoughts while he dig make me so sad. he so /tired/. hes so frustrated with dumbledore and he the hallows and the horcruxes and he feels responsible for what happened. and ron coming out and helping him dig silently makes me so happy and its one of those times u really see how much rons friendship means to harry. and harry comes out of this like ... older and more mature? his wisdom and knowledge is rly apparent when he talks with griphook and olivander right after this like. he knows what hes going to do. hes made his choice. hes not going to race voldemort for the wand. i love him so much for that choice. hes such a grown man in this part like accepting responsibility, taking care of hermione and everyone like getting things in order. i love him.
MRS WEALSEY HUGS HARRY IN THE HOSPITAL WING IN GOF: “’It wasn’t your fault, Harry,’ Mrs. Weasley whispered. ‘I told him to take the cup with me,’ said Harry. Now the burning feeling was in his throat too. He wished Ron would look away. Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mothers face, his father’s voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.” HARRY POTTER DESERVES MORE HUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he feels so guilty about cedric and god bless mrs weasley for telling him it wasnt his fault because it WASNT!!! he did so amazing in the graveyard like.. .he saw voldemort return and he fought him and he survived and he saw his paretns and hE TOOK CEDRICS BODY BACK SO IT COULD BE WITH HIS FAMILY!!!!!!!! HE TOOK IT BACK FOR THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i would die a thousand deaths if it meant that harry didnt have to experience this pain!!!!
whew so there we go!!!!! the bottom line is obviously that i love the harry potter series more than anything and specifically i love the boy harry potter so so SO much and his suffering is agonizing to read and he didnt deserve any of it!!! i can litearlly think of SO many more heartbreaking moments in the series but here are just a handful. happy birthday to harry!!!
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