#Drarry technically

[creations-of-the-dreamlight]

I’ve been slowly writing an origin fic for one of my Harry Potter Rewrite Ocs I made. It’s a very different writing style than I’ve ever done- I was write from the perspective of the ocs thoughts. Because of that it kind of doesn’t make sense. Here is a little key of what all the colors and shtuff means

Regular text - Cherubs thoughts

“white italics in quotes” - Cherub speaking

“Regular text” - Inner Voice 1/The Nobody

“R e g u l a r t e x t” - inner voice 2/The Nobody

“Orange text” - inner voice 3/The Nobody

Bold + italics - future vision

Indented - reading in-story text.

—

“Blue text” - Tim

“Purple text” - Tim’s wife

“Green text” - Draco

“Red text” - Harry

The wind is bitting my skin. Cold. Cold. Cold. I can’t stop that.

“Should I put my eyes on?” The Nobody said.

“No- it’s to obvious.”

“ w h y d i d S H E g i v e m e t h e g u n “

I don’t know.

…

Maybe I should-

“NO” “Stop” “ D O N T D I S O B E Y ” “You can’t read it yet.”

I know but- somethings wrong. I don’t think she’s coming back.

“She has too.”

There’s a wall. there’s a wall. another wall. The only way out is the street.

“Put my eyes on”

“No, it’s too obvious.”

“Stay vigilant”

There’s minimal people. 10 in range. 8 now. Passing shops are good cover. 9. Several cars passing. Full of wizards. Too many muggles to do anything. I see an alley. Going-

“Echo?” Small elderly man, approx. 4-6 feet away. Strange hat, Asian, thin hair, blue shirt, brown pants, yellow socks, black shoes. Nonhazard. Ignore him.

“Echo, my child!” Look again. Eye contact. Is it me?

“Dear it’s freezing,”

“ G O N N A G E T Y O U “ He’s Approaching.

“Hold Fire. He’s harmless, avoid confrontation.”

“Please, come inside and get some food. It’s been years since I got to feed you my special miso”

“Food?”

“ t r a p “

“We need food. Wait and stay vigilant…”

He’s taking his jacket off his shoulders.

“T O U C H” he’s bringing it to me.

“You’ll freeze out here love,” it’s on my shoulders. Why is it on my shoulders? He is waving me inside… for food?

“For food” “For food” “T R A P”

“Follow carefully.”

—-

Its warm. Dim lights. Empty. Noises in the back- clattering, metallic.

“ T H E Y R E G O N N A H U R T Y O U “

“Shut up and watch.”

He’s pointing at the bar. “Take a seat, let me get you something to eat.”

Sit down. He’s going behind the bar. More noises- steam, smells. Smells good.

“Is he really cooking for me?”

“Be on guard”

Hot bowl- coming towards me. “It’s just a quick dish. It may not be the best, but you look like you just need food.”

He’s turning around, he’s walking away…

“Eat! Quick!” “ n o m o r e f o o d “ “don’t let him see you”

“Is there anything you want specifically? I can- Echo you must have been hungry! I’ve never seen you eat that quickly. How about this? I will pack up some noodles and broth for you, and some miso of course, and then you have food when you need it. Does that sound good?”

What do I do? Can I speak?

“ N O ” “It’s too risky” “what if I don’t get another chance? Take it.” “I want miso”

I nodded. I think he got it.

“ o h n o “ “I can’t watch”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

More noises. More smells. Stronger, fishy. Do we have room in our bag to hold these? Maybe I can-

“R U N. A T T A CK.” “Loud noise, ready your weapons”

“It’s a door. It’s just a door.”

It’s just a door.

… can I read just the front part again?

“Fine,” “fine,” “f i n e”

Cherub’s instructions: pack your emergency bag. Meet me at Drop Spot #454. Complete mission. Once finished, you will take another bag I hand you and my gun. Once retrieved, go to the Malfoy residence. Hand him this letter and make sure he reads it. You take orders from him until further instructed. He will tell you when you can read this book. You may deviate from this mission- but you must make it to the Malfoy residence with haste. Do not get caught by enemy forces. Kill on sight if you are. Use my gun only in emergencies.

—-

“Alrighty, my Echo,” He’s back. There’s 4 containers. They are all hot. Two are noodles, three are liquid.

“B a c k u p. T o o h o t. W i l l h u r t.”

“He’s just an old food guy. He’s not a threat. If he was he would have hurt us by now. We would have already killed him before he could. He’s a nonhazard- take the food.”

Don’t let him see your bag- angle it just like that. Quickly- make space for the food.

“Darling- why are you cooking? We closed an hour ago,” new voice in back. Feminine, elderly, Asian accent, unidentified. She’s with the old man?

“My love! Echo is back!”

She sounds disappointed. She’s getting closer. “Cho- Echo left in the war, remember? She gave herself to protect us from Death Eaters. I know you still see her, but-“ she steps from behind the door. Screaming. Screaming

“TIM! WHY IS THERE A GIRL WITH A GUN IN OUR STORE?!?”

“W A N D. K I L L” “she’s got magic! Get out of here!” “Leave!”

But the food

“You won’t get away- Somnum Impetum!”

“G O!” “Go!” “Go!”

Dodge the spell. Grab all the containers. Ow. Ow. They burn. Doesn’t matter. Just run.

“Echo! Come back-“ “Stay away from my husband, you psycho!”

—-

Do we really go inside? How does he know I’m not a threat.

“She sent you here for a reason. He must know something.”

Should I put my eyes on?

“I don’t know… if he sees them on he’ll think I’m hostile,”

“W e A R E h o s t i l e”

“Just for a second- scope out the inside,”

Put my eyes on….

Theres 4 people inside. Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Albus Potter, Rose Weasley. Do not engage. The kids are sitting in the living room, the parents are in the kitchen. The kids are playing a board game- Rose is going to win. She is going to boast about it. Harry is sitting at the bar. He has a glass of wine. Draco is walking around the counter. He is going to pour them both more wine. Approx 3 minutes the kids go into their rooms. Approx 20 minutes, Harry leaves.

“Do I do it now? The more people that see me, the less of a threat I am.”

“T h e y d o n t k n o w t h a t. T h e y w i l l G E T U S.”

“Calm down. Wait the three minutes for the kids to go in, then do it.

… ok. They are gone. I’m going in. I’m knocking on the door. I hear their footsteps. He’s unlocking the door…

“We don’t take solicitors. Come back another time.” He didn’t even look at me. I guess I’ll try again.

“Did you not- Merlin! What the- Potter, get over here.”

“W A N D. K I L L. K I L L H I M. O N L Y W A Y.”

“He’s got his wand drawn. Don’t flinch. One arm up, hold the letter out. Stay calm, Cherub. Just do as mother said.”

Ok. Ok. He took the letter. I’ll take a step back. Space is safe, right? Why does his face look like that? Now Harry Potter is looking at me. Eyes down, stay calm.

“Umm… come in, I guess.”

“Your letting her in? Let me remind you, as a you seem to have forgotten: She SHOT my niece, and tried to kill ALL of our kids.”

“She’s not going to hurt us,”

“How do you know!?! What, did you give you her instruction manual?”

“Yes, actually. Sera said she doesn’t disobey orders- and this says she’s taking orders from me.”

“Prove it,”

He’s looking at me.

“Cherub. Leave all your possessions on the floor, and sit on this stool.”

“Don’t drop the soup. Set it down carefully.” “that’s it? That better not be the only assignment he gives us.”

“See? She’s harmless unless I tell her otherwise.”

He’s staring at me. He’s angry. “I’m not letting our kids near her.”

“Go, sit with them. Let me talk to her.”

“And leave you with her alone? Are you insane? She’s a murderer.”

“She is a child. One programmed to do only as I say right now. I can handle it.”

He’s walking away. He’s in the room. Draco is looking at you. Why does his face look like that?”

“Can you tell me what happened last you saw Seraphim?”

How much do I tell him? If he’s my handler, then I should tell him everything. But what about Mother?

“Mother took me to one of the drop spots. We took 36 targets- 16 wizard, 20 muggle. She gave me a bag, her gun, this book, and this letter. My instructions were to come here, give you the letter, and work for you until further notice. She did not say ‘til when. She told me not to read the book until you said so. End report.”

He’s giving us another weird look. What did I do wrong? Did I not say something right?

“May I read the book first?”

Did he just ask me? Ummmm…

“I don’t give orders.”

“Right. Yes. Sorry- sorry? Never mind.”

He’s reading the book. He’s getting up. He’s taking a sip of wine. A drink. A chug. He’s drinking from the bottle now. He sighed- hand on the forehead. That’s not good body language. He set the book down.

“I need to talk to my kids and Harry. You can read the book until I’m back. Do not, under any circumstances, get near my kids without me watching you. If they come near you, then don’t move a muscle. Understood.”

“Yes, sir.” And he’s gone. Are the kids near me? No, quickly get the book before you can’t move.

“I m s c a r e d” “it’s going to be bad” “don’t think like that. You don’t know.”

“I d o” “I do” I do

For Draco: I’m doing what I should have done a long time ago. They took my mind from me- but that’s not an excuse for what I’ve done. Nothing will excuse or forgive what I’ve done to her. I want I need her to be safe. Cherub can’t live like this. She can’t end like me. She can’t suffer like this her whole life for these horrible people doing awful things. She knows nothing but aim, fire, and hide the body. What kind of life is that? I am beyond the point of asking you for help- I tried to kill you and your loved ones, and we almost did if we hadn’t messed up. I am beyond your favor- but she isn’t. She is innocent. She won’t do anything if it’s not an order from me. She will hardly even breath if I haven’t given her permission. All I want is to leave, to end this madness, and disappear so that I never cause any pain again. You have my word that all I want now is to make things right. We need you to do it. Cherub is instructed to take order from you- she can’t do anything anymore unless you approved it. And she won’t even try. I don’t know how else I can save her. If you are reading this, then you are all she has left. I need you to save Cherub. Please, please, don’t turn her away. She has goodness and love in her heart- but I never let her see that, and she knows nothing else. She has nothing else. If she goes back they will kill her, or worse. I am begging you, Draco, save my daughter.

To Cherub, my only child: I am so sorry. This agony you’ve lived is nothing close to a life. I’ve turned you into a machine. Well oiled, maybe, but a tool for death and destruction is bad no matter how pristine it may be. You are not a machine; You are a person. You have thoughts and feelings, needs and wants, kindness and joy in you. Whether you know it or not. You are human. And I never told you that. I’ve hurt you. I’ve destroyed you. Nothing can ever fix that. And If I’m any indicator, I know you will never be repaired from all the damage I’ve done. I want to say it’s not my fault. Your father took my memories- he rewired my brain. Just like you, I hardly had choice. But I am your mother. It was my purpose to protect you and make sure you never saw pain and darkness like that. I failed you to the highest degree a person can fail. For that, alone, I am unforgivable. You should not try to find me, you should not miss me, you should not care for me or anything you’ve known before, and you should not love me- you should resent everything you’ve known before the moment I sent you off, including me. These are not orders. I told you Draco would give you orders- I lied. You do not take orders from anyone, anymore. You are your own person. From here on out Cherub is gone. You will never have to be a weapon for me or anyone else. What you choose to use your skills for are entirely up to you. No one will ever make your decision for you. Not ever again. The rest of this book is a survival guide: all my knowledge is in this book, including how to get rid of your current identity, how to make a new identity, and how to live under this nee identity. You will never truly escape them if they know who you are. As my last order to you: become a new person. Cherub is gone, leave her with me and leave us behind. Whoever you choose to be is up to you now- but make sure it’s not Cherub. I don’t want them to find you. And I want you to have a version of yourself that no one except for you owns. I have ensured you will always have a safe home with Draco, you can always come back to him. Please, for the you that never got to me, and for me who will always be trapped, go be happy. Go be the child I wanted you to become. You are free. You deserve it.

“Alright. The kids are going to stay at Ha- somewhere else, for the night. I’m going to set up the guest bedroom for you. Tomorrow we will work on… everything. We will work on everything tomorrow. Tonight, just rest. I am going to move your things into the guest bedroom. And I will warm up your soup? Whatever that is, I’ll make it edible again.”

We don’t take orders anymore. Would listening to him be an order? But if I don’t that’s still taking an order.

“Not taking orders IS an order? What the fuck is that supposed to mean!!?! Do I just stand? What do I do??”

“G O N E!! G O N E!! S H E L E F T Y O U!! I K N E W I T!! I M G O I N G T O D I E!!”

“This has never happened before? What she mean save me? What is there to save? Did I not do good? Did I fail? What did we do wrong?”

“I WANT TO SHOWER”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?? DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST SCREAM THAT!!?”

“Oh gods we’re gonna die we’re die so dead”

“T H E Y W I L L D O W O R S E. T H E Y W I L L M A K E U S P A Y. W E W I L L L I V E I N A G O N Y. Y O U H A V E D O O M E D U S.”

Mother said I don’t take orders. Mother said I have thoughts and feelings, love and kindness and joy. Mother says I have needs and wants. And I want a shower.

“He’s going to kill us. Hes going to kill us because YOU were greedy! He’s going to drown us until we make up for screaming. He’s going to-“

“Have you ever had a bubble bath?”

“I’ve never had a bath,”

“Well then, I think you’ll quite enjoy it. Let me get the water running.”

Mom said I am free. We. Are. Free.

[tigertronn]

They’re not canon! There’s nothing remotely romantic about their relationship!

That’s cool. You go live in your sadness world. I, however, couldn’t care less about what you think, and will be in my world of schmoopy, campy, fluffy, gay fandom funtimes.

[garforarts]

harry & teddy

[tiny-pun]

The amount of fanfics I’ve read instead of books that were on my shelf or my lists is insane.

The amount of books I’ve read in order to read even more fanfics is insane too. Smh.

[appleslightning]

Falling in Love with Your Sworn Enemy

used this book as a base and this illustration as reference

[rockingrobin69]

of mice and man and man

“It’ll be a little crammed,” Draco said, hearing the apology and stopping the wince before it showed, “but I think we could—”

“It’s perfect,” Harry said, the smile in his voice thick enough for Draco to dare a look. He barely managed one, panting into his palm, tinier even than the space, smaller-smallest. But he did, and—Harry was indeed smiling, beaming, even, brighter than the fluorescent light. In a fight between Harry and the sun, Draco often thought, and stopped himself with quite a bit of force, because truly, what. What. What?

Cleared his throat. Harry was still holding onto his bag with both hands. It looked heavy; Draco developed a light sweat just from staring.

He said, “You can put that down if you’d like.”

Harry blinked in surprise. “I—oh. Yes. Here?”

“You can, ah, put it in the, bedroom? If you prefer? Of course you’ll take the bed; I changed the sheets and, ah.” Stopped at what was now clearly bafflement. “Is something the matter?”

“No,” Harry frowned, an obvious lie. “I just thought—never mind.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Which way to the bedroom?”

“Down the—”

“Actually, no, don’t be ridiculous. I’ll take the sofa. I’m the guest.”

Draco refrained from smacking his own forehead. “No, no, I won’t hear of it. You just escaped possible mould poisoning; you’re taking the bed.”

“I would have,” Harry grumbled into his elbow in the world’s least-convincing cough, “if—anyway, I need some space for Rufus. The living room would do best.”

To call it a living room was either generous or offensive, Draco didn’t yet decide. It was barely a room, and not entirely designed for the living. It had been a crypt, after all, but renting a place in the city was ridiculously expensive and it did make for a neat party theme. If Draco had ever thrown a party in his life. If he had the slightest inclination to do ever do so. And the neighbours were not terrible either, once the old priest finally left. Very into cheese, which Draco could respect.

Blinking until he near-blinded himself: “You’re being silly. You and Rufus would have a great time in the bedroom. It is slightly more spacious and far less—what’s the word I’m looking for—”

“Dead?” Harry offered pleasantly.

“No, not that. Less drafty, maybe. Did you bring the jumper I knitted for Rufus?”

Again with that sun-challenging grin. “Of course. He never leaves the house without it.”

(Harry once said, entirely serious, that if Draco was a vampire, he would battle the sun if it bothered him. He said it in a straight face and a shrug). (He was mad). (And Draco didn’t allow himself to think further into the absurd, not-worth-his-breath concept). (Because, what). (Truly).

“Rufus is a good chap,” Draco said, and earned another smile for his trouble. “It was good of him to discover your flat was infested with black mould.”

“Yes,” Harry said, “it was Rufus who, er, discovered it,” even though he’d already told Draco that, three times over the phone and twice since he arrived. He was so bizarre sometimes.

“Mice have an incredible sense of smell,” Draco conceded, eyebrow raised, and Harry gulped a few times in a guilty sort of way, still clutching onto his bag. “Oh, come on, we can—share the bedroom. All three of us. It isn’t huge, but not made in miniature either, and Rufus doesn’t take that much space.”

Oh, the sun was ruined; no source of light could ever compare. “Great! Yes. Let’s do that. Yes. Did I tell you I love your place? It’s so strange and Rufus feels right at home and it’s great.”

Unable to look at him, “All right. Stop rambling. If they can’t get rid of the mould you’re more than welcome to move in, both of you.” As a joke, obviously.

Harry said, “Okay,” in a slightly-too-enthusiastic tone, and Draco, weakened already by smiles and close quarters, the smell of Harry’s appley shampoo, by how he was—there, in his space and terrific and so awful about it, Draco who had given up entirely said, “Okay,” right back.

They stood there for another moment in dead silence. Draco’s flat never felt less eerie.

Then he took man and mouse to his bedroom and hoped, against all hope, not to expire from sheer—that.

*

He didn’t expire. It was a close call, but not quite enough to push him over the edge. Harry was… so, so close and so, so himself and it was heady and wonderful and absolutely unbearable.

*

They went to bed early, both a little jittery, rustling covers and soft sheets. ‘Crammed’ was not a word that could describe the situation in any sense; Draco must have forgotten how small his bed actually was. Rufus, at least, had his own space on the dresser. Harry was right at his elbow.

When Draco found enough courage to look at him, he was… smiling. Of course.

Surrendered: “Good night, Harry.”

The bastard took his hand.

“Good night, Draco.”

“Good night, Rufus.”

“Night, Ruf.”

He still held it. His hand. Harry was holding his hand and smiling about it like some—Draco hid his own terrible grin in the pillow, heart hammering in his chest, horribly, spookily, beautifully alive.

@short666bread, my dear friend, here's your treat!

[regulationhottie7905]

my number one item on my bucket list is to convince somebody to read the mirror of ecidyrue series on ao3. you WILL end up shipping Severus Snape and Gilderoy Lockhart and I feel I’ll enjoy the despair that such a dynamic as out of the blue as theirs would cause an unsuspecting reader

[iamnmbr3]

Do Hermione or Ron ever interact directly with Voldemort? I can't think of a time that they do?

No! I somehow only recently realized this. Hermione comes face to face with him for like a second in Godric's Hollow in book 7. And also in the end of book 7 when Harry is supposedly dead Ron is in the crowd and yells something at him which I think is their first and only interaction. But yeah. Other than that every time he shows up they're not there.

Draco on the other hand, has met and interacted with him. Another parallel between him and Harry and another thing they have in common that allows them to understand each other's experiences in a way most others can't.

[valoale]

Sketch Saturday or me trying to be more active here with art

Q: Harry has ran after him in the pouring rain and is calling for him; what is he saying?

[hpdmguy]

reads: I am a sinner / you are a saint (lyrics are from problems by mother mother)

quick doodley I did on my phone. I like drawing wings and I wanted to play around with colours and shapes and visual symbolism (the best kind.. I go feral for it)

[itsmyfix]

Stargazing

under the blanket of night

i feel myself fall

falling for you

like your eyes do

up from mercury

down to mine

catching me watching you

my cheeks blush redder than mars

but you just shine

a smile

that lights you up

like a star in the sky

i’ll take you stargazing

just to watch you watch the stars

[pauleonotis]

Forgot to post this-

Ko-fi | My other socials~

[sweet-s0rr0w]

For the top five ask game - Top Five... of your own fics, please

Nor All That Glisters (Drarry, E, 111k) because it's the first thing I've ever written, and I loved writing it, and everything fandom came from this fic. It's still the fic I think I'm most associated with, and as well as the original amazing art by @fantalfart and @deancebra-art, it now contains art and calligraphy by @bluebutter-art and @squintclover, and the bound copy from @emmalovesdilemmas is the first thing I wrote that I've got to hold in my hands! Plus, I still think it's the coolest concept of all my fics!

Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot.

But before long he finds himself with a thriving business, a nice flat, some actual (albeit irritatingly Gryffindor) friends, and a very satisfying sex life. What’s more, no-one is hexing him in the street. And Harry Potter is single, and gorgeous, and giving Draco decidedly interested looks.

Stop taking the Felix? You must be joking…

Dreaming Skies (Dron, E, 21k, co-written with Tacky) because it's the only fic of mine I've reread properly, and more than once, and I love it more - especially Ron - every time. Writing it (in 13 days!) with one of my all-time favourite authors, and writing it for @sitp-recs, was a dream.

Draco's life is going nowhere, so when Charlie Weasley offers him a job out on his reserve, Draco doesn't think twice before booking a Portkey. After all, it's not as if he has many other options. But when he arrives in Romania, he realises that nothing is quite what he expected...

(a story about dragons and baking, friendship and little kindnesses, putting down new roots and falling in love)

Silhouettes (Dronarry, E, 17k) because I was so proud of how this one came together. I love the triple POV, the challenge of it, and I love how it skirts the line of some tough difficult topics but stays pretty light. Also, it has one of my two favourite smut scenes I've ever written (other is in Waking Up Slow).

Draco's trying to fix the Burrow, Ron's trying to grieve, and Harry... well, just what is Harry actually doing, anyway?

A tale of grief, gardening, and ghouls, bad memories, bad puns, and bad flirting, and nudity both accidental and very, very deliberate.

Crash (Into Me) (Drarry, T, 14k) because writing this was hilarious (poor @graymatters trying to American-pick it), this was my first time properly writing Ron, and although it's one of the silliest things I've ever written, I think it's a really good concept (Drarry falling for each other during a 24-hour Quidditch match!)

Harry’s done plenty of ridiculous things for charity over the years, but Robards’ latest scheme really takes the biscuit. Or rather, the teacake.

Good job Malfoy’s there to suffer alongside him this time, eh?

Thameslink, the 07:29 from Luton (Drarry, G, 1k) because I think this is a very neat and fast paced little micro which came out well. I also remember chatting to you (Tacky) as I was writing this very quickly and last minute for @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm's birthday, and - it was just one of those fics that wanted to exist, iykwim.

He gets on at Harpenden, you think, although it might have been earlier.

[diamondmeadow]

There's an insane amount of Drarry on my dash. What's going on. WHAT IS GOING ON.

[rosekillerbf]

the daddy issues x people issues trope is a real thing and it thrives in the marauders fandom

[rosezrdead]

Ok, probably unpopular opinion, I hate Drarry. And Wolfstar.

Drarry with a passion, Wolfstar more of a hobbie.

Like I hate the notion that Harry and Draco put everything in their past behind them and love each other.

I think they could learn to be friends - albeit awkward asf - but I can't really see them as lovers (and I realize how hypocritical it is of me to hate Drarry but love other enemies-to-lovers ships such as Dramione and Jeverus.)

But the Wolfstar thing...I don't know there's just something about it that I just don't ship. And whats even weirder is that I ship WolfStarBucks but not simply Wolfstar.

I don't understand it any more than you guys would.

Like I don't really have a particular REASON to dislike these ship but I do.

No hate to the ships tho!

(And if anyone knows any really good Drarry or Wolfstar books then plz recommend I've been trying to see if maybe I just need the right story to like the ships bc I never really shipped Jeverus until I read a really good Jeverus fic so who knows)