#nynn snippets

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Harry just shoving in Voldemort’s face how old he is in nynn never gets old. Also, she's a menace. A COMPLETE MENACE.

“Stupid old soulmate... Make your own damn tea...” grumbled Harry. “I did make my tea last time,” called Voldemort from the table. “Shut up and sit!” yelled Harry. “Yes, dear.” “And don't call me dear!” she called, opening the cabinet, hoping to find an expired tea to hopefully poison Voldemort with. Nevermind that it was a dream. “As you wish, darling.” Harry inhaled and exhaled multiple times. Voldemort wasn’t worth it. Harry caught a glance of a box with an illustration of a jasmine flower. She grabbed the box, read its date — not expired, bummer — and was about to put it back when the side effects caught her eye. Harry grinned. Harry started boiling the water. After five minutes, the tea was done. Harry served it, placing the teapot on the table. She wasn’t going to pour it for him. She'd rather die. “Thank you.” said Voldemort. The teapot floated to his cup and tipped over, pouring the tea. “Oh,” said Voldemort. “Jasmine tea.” “Yeah, I decided it was perfect for you. It prevents diabetes.” said Harry smartly. The red eyes gave her an unamused look, peering at her over the teacup.

“Though be careful not to drink too much,” said Harry, smiling sweetly. She tapped him on the shoulder twice, and grinned as she said, “It causes impotence in men.” Voldemort spat out the tea.

“It's nothing to be ashamed of at your age.” said Harry. Voldemort was still coughing and sputtering.

Who said one needed a wand to beat You Know Who? Harry was doing it just fine with a cup of tea and a few sentences. “Pardon?” “It's okay, Voldemort.” she tapped his shoulder again, in sympathy. “If it makes you feel better, I don't love you for the thing between your legs —” “I AM NOT IMPOTENT, HARRIET!” screamed Voldemort shrilly.

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Happy Halloween, everyone! 🎃🍬👻 Have a nynn Halloween Special

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“So, why can’t we fifth years do the Muggle tradition Halloween?” asked Harry in the Common Room, pouting. The fifth to seventh years were all situated in the common room, stocked with candy, while the younger year students, all dressed in their costumes, had gone out around the castle for trick or treating.

Harry wished she could go, too. She never went trick or treating in her whole life. All she'd need to do was put on the Invisibility Cloak and she'd be Headless Nick.

“Because we’re too old.” said Hermione patiently.

“You’re never too old for trick or treating.” grumbled Ron; Harry had explained how Halloween worked in the Muggle world and he was positively bereft. “It's free candy! I want free candy!”

There was a knock at the portrait. As one, everyone in the common room scrambled up. Harry wondered which group of kids it would be, Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs. She doubted the Slytherin kids (at least the purebloods) would go trick or treating around the castle.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were the first to make it to the doors, carrying the candy to give out to the kids.

“Open," said Ron to the doors.

When the doors opened, Harry's jaw promptly fell to the floor.

Hermione released a delighted squeal. There were small first years dressed in many different costumes, be it of Muggle heroes or magical creatures. However, the most dominant costume was...

Harry was faced with a row of... well, Harrys. Boys and girls, wearing glasses, Gryffindor robes and the lightning bolt scar drawn by a sharpie on their foreheads.

“Trick or treat!” chorushed the kids.

“Harrys!” said Ron, amazed.

“You're all so cute!” cooed Hermione, quickly moving to give everyone as much candy as she could into their open pumpkins, be they a Harry or a ghost or a clown.

The kids blushed, grinning at Hermione.

Harry grinned down at them, feeling something warm bloom inside her chest. “Wow, you all look very cool! I love your glasses!”

The kids beamed. Harry went to give them as much candy as she could.

“Okay, Harrys, pull out your wands!"

It was like Harry became a gang leader. At once, all the Harrys pulled out their wands.

“And say, with your full chest: Expecto Patronum. On three, all right? One... Two... Three!"

“Expecto Patronum!” called the kids along with Harry, and much to their delight, a large, silver, shining stag burst from Harry's wand, circling everyone and bumping his snout against every kid's nose.

“Thank you!” said the kids, and off they raced, talking about how much candy they got.

Harry heard a thump behind herself. Alarmed, thinking one of her friends had fainted, she turned, only to blink.

Lord Voldemort laid sprawled across the carpet of the Gryffindor Common room. He had fainted, apparently too overwhelmed by the crowd of tiny Harrys and their adorebleness.

Harry snorted fondly.

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Some more nynn 5th Year AKA this will be Harry regarding Umbridge most of the time

Voldemort stared at Harry with a mixture of surprise and shock.

“Pardon?” he asked, breaking the silence between them.

Harry clenched her teeth. Swallowing down pride, she repeated, in the most resigned tone known to mankind, “Teach me spells that can kill.”

Voldemort grinned. Harry wanted to punch it off his face.

“Is it that bad, Harry?” he asked, teasing.

Harry sighed, running a hand down her face. She sat on the staircase, a few feet apart from Voldemort, at a safe distance. Removing her hand from her face, she stared at the horizon ahead.

“It’s gotten to the point I’m starting to wish Snape was our Defence professor so yes, it is that bad.” Harry said tiredly. “Are you going to teach them to me or not?”

Voldemort clicked his tongue. “You cannot murder her in broad daylight, Harry.”

“I never said I’ll do it in daylight. I never said anyone will see me do it.” said Harry calmly, cheerily, and smiled sharply. “I never said they’ll catch me.”

Voldemort felt a slight shiver run down his spine.

“How about venom?” he inquired.

“Wouldn’t they find it in her blood?” asked Harry.

“No,” said Voldemort, humming, sounding very happy to be discussing murder. “If you have a venom which slowly acts throughout the day, kills the victim and evaporates the moment the heart stops.”

Harry raised her eyebrows. “Let me guess, you created one?”

Voldemort’s grin rose. He looked absolutely giddy, and the smile softened his serpentine features considerably.

“How will you send it to me? She’s checking the packages.”

“Don’t worry, Harry,” murmured Voldemort, leaning close, until his breath brushed against her ear. “I’ll slither it in.”

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Some nynn kiddies for you all.

NYNN SPOILERS BELOW. Their names are revealed (kinda, still not sure for the daughter's name, but eh I can always change it)

“And then, if you say the password wrong, the statue of Slytherin comes alive and eats you!”

The black-haired boys jumped; one was eleven years old, the other four years old.

“Delphi, stop scaring your brothers.” said Harry.

The sixteen-year-old girl smirked; she looked as evil as her father. “I’m just preparing Cadmus for his first day.”

“By telling him tall tales?” asked Harry. She placed a hand on Cadmus’ shoulder. “Don't worry, that statue can’t come alive.”

“Except when you tell it to open and it leads you into the secret passageway to the Chamber.” purred Delphi with an evil grin matching her dad’s.

Harry facepalmed.

Delphi chuckled. “Hey, I’m your daughter, as well. Professor Snape said I strut around the castle, just like your grandfather. To which I then replied Oh, my God, sir, I didn't know you were born in the 19th century, you look great for your age.”

Harry burst out laughing along with the boys.

“Yeah, that one’s from me,” said Harry proudly, smiling brightly. “You should hear what things I told Snape when I was your age. Is that how you got detention?”

“No, I Obliviated him.” said Delphi without a worry. “And before you scold me, scold Aunt Hermione first.”

“Hermione...” muttered Harry, both fond and exhausted.

Cadmus didn’t feel much of an appetite. His stomach kept growling anxiously. He shouldn’t be nervous, he knew. He was his son, after all — the firstborn son of Lord Voldemort. And Lord Voldemort's first son does not feel nervous. Delphi will chuckle at him if he shows he’s nervous.

Cadmus was nervous about... Well, everything. About the train. About possibly meeting his soulmate — and that was terrifying, because what if his soulmate doesn’t like him because of who he is?

He gulped.

Scales slid against his leg. Smiling, Cadmus took a bacon from the plate and slipped his hand down, palm open. Nagini took it gently from his hand, hissing, “Thankss.”

“Good morning.”

Cadmus turned to the hissing voice. A tall, skeletal man was beside his mother, his long, skeletal arms wrapped around her; he was nuzzling into her neck like a snake.

His mother smiled. “Good morning.”

“Witnesses around!” said Delphi loudly.

A dark, deep chuckle resounded from his father. “How unfortunate.”

“Hey!” said Delphi, insulted.

Cadmus and his younger brother, Ignotus, giggled.

After giving mum a kiss, dad stepped away from her. Every time Cadmus saw his father, he could not help but stare at him in fascination — mostly because dad managed to breathe with those slitted nostrilsy and how brightly white his skin always was.

“Daddy!” said Ignotus cheerily. “Caddie going to 'ogwats!”

Lord Voldemort’s red eyes looked at Cadmus' dark ones. A slight smile tugged at his mouth.

“Yes,” he said, sounding rather proud, red eyes glowing. “Indeed he is.”

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A snippet from the next chapter of nynn

Harry doesn’t think there has been one single moment since she was eleven where she hasn’t been thinking about Lord Voldemort.

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The soul bond is so fun especially in 6th year bcs by then the bond becomes so strong Voldemort just pops up beside Harry and gives her heart attacks.

Also, SPOILERS for nynn 6th year, obviously

Voldemort trailed after Harry and Hermiome in the Hogwarts library. It was still busy, even though it was midnight.

“Wait, Ron hasn’t asked you to Slughorn’s Christmas Party yet?” asked Harry as Hermione added another book to the stack Harry was carrying. Harry was starting to think Hermione was going to be doing another study session at this point. Though why Hermione needed it was anyone’s guess.

“No,” said Hermione, grabbing another book from the shelf after leafing through it.

“Well, why don’t you ask him?” asked Harry. “Take the lead on it?”

Hermione stared at one of the bookshelves to the point Harry thought they missed grabbing one. Instead, she tugged Harry into one of the bookshelf corridors and had her place down the books. Hermione started picking them up and putting them back on the shelf.

“If you’re worried he’ll say no, it worked for me and Vol -” started Harry, feeling Voldemort’s red eyes on her. She could imagine him smirking without looking.

“Oh, that’s not what worries me, Harry.” sighed Hermione. “I’m worried about who you’ll go with.”

“Oh,” said Harry dumbly, feeling fifty pounds lighter without the books. “Well, er... I thought if Ron doesn’t ask you, you and I could go together? As friends?”

“But what if he does ask me, Harry?” despaired Hermione. “Then that leaves you without a date, or Ron feeling like I don’t like him.”

“But you two kissed.” argued Harry.

“Oh?” asked Voldemort, intrigued. “The Weasley finally gathered his courage?”

Harry ignored him. She decided not to divulge it was Hermione who had taken the plunge to avoid Voldemort mocking Ron, though that was the pot calling the kettle black, really.

Hermione sighed. She leaned against the table, looking around.

“You see that girl over there?” asked Hermione quietly, leaning closer to Harry. Voldemort leaned against the table, looking incredibly cross for being ignored.

Harry stood on her tiptoes, peeking her head over Hermione’s shoulder.

“That’s Romilda Vane. Apparently she’s trying to smuggle you a Love Potion.” said Hermione.

Harry’s eyebrows rose to the top of her head. Voldemort’s eyes narrowed, pupils turning into dangerous slits.

“Really?” asked Harry, staring at the girl.

Hermione snapped her fingers in front of Harry’s face, pulling her out of her stupor.

“Hey!” scolded Hermione. “She’s only interested in you because she thinks you’re the Chosen One.”

Harry grinned cheekily.

“But I am the Chosen One,” she said smugly.

Hermione folded the Daily Prophet and thwacked Harry across the head with it. Harry flinched.

Voldemort released an amused sound behind them.

“Okay,” said Harry, scolded. At Hermione’s strict glare, Harry quickly added, “Um, sorry. Kidding.”

Hermione gave her a look that told Harry she didn’t believe it at all.

“I’ll ask someone I like,” said Harry, nodding to herself, determined. “Someone cool.”

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Lads, look at the gold I found! (will be in 2-3 chapters)

Harry did not look around; she did not want Lupin or Kingsley to know she had heard. She followed Mundungus back toward the table, though not remotely hungry. Her pleasure in the party had evaporated as quickly as it had come; she wished she were upstairs in bed, even if it meant only having Voldemort for company.

DEAR FCKN GOD I LOVE IT.

she wished she were upstairs in bed, even if it meant only having Voldemort for company.

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I keep finding diamonds that I absolutely forgot I wrote for nynn

Harry clenched her fingers into a fist. Steeled herself, forced the bravery to pour alive inside of her as she did on the graveyard when Voldemort was counting to seven, encouraging herself not to cower of what she had to do if she wanted to get to the bottom of this. And Harry knew exactly who to ask. The same person who she covered with a towel two hours ago.  “I’ve gotta talk to Voldemort.” The response was immediate. Both of her best friends’ eyes stretched in shock, and they cried in a high pitch, making Harry jump at the strain on her ears. “What?!”

Some more Golden Trio

“Great. So not only is he out to get you,” Ron pointed a finger at Voldemort, who grinned wickedly, shark-like and wide; Ron shrieked and jumped away from him, even though Voldemort was only in the mirror. “But now the Minister of Magic, too. You've got really bad luck, mate.” “Thanks, Ron,” said Harry with dry sarcasm. 

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Good morning, it is a day before Harry's parents died and I think I have the right to make everyone sad so have some nynn Harry dreaming about Cedric and apologising to him.

There was a handsome boy sitting under the tree, wearing a black-yellow shirt.

Harry recognised him at once. A rush of energy surged through her skin. The next moment, she was sprinting up the hill, tears flowing freely down her eyes.

“Cedric!”

Cedric turned to face Harry. His skin was healthy, his face and clothes clean from the dirt. The golden light cast on him from the sun above made him appear otherwordly.

Cedric stared at Harry, as though basking in the sight of her. His lips pulled into a smile.

“Harry,” he said softly. “What are you doing here?"

A look of panic swept over his handsome face. “You aren’t —”

“No,” said Harry quickly, shaking her head. “I... I think I’m dreaming. But you’re...”

Cedric chuckled. “Yeah. I figured that. I wonder how I came here...”

“Cedric,” said Harry, sinking to her knees next to Cedric’s seated form. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was... I didn’t want you to...”

“It was my choice.” said Cedric, reaching up to touch her cheek. But his hand stopped mid-air, a look of sadness passing across his eyes, as though the idea of touching Harry saddened him. His hand dropped, as though the weight of his intended action was too much.

Harry knew that look. Cedric knew. Maybe he knew because he was inside Harry's dream. But he knew.

Cedric smiled. “I don’t regret it.”

The words carried across the hilltop.

Cedric offered Harry a charming grin, one that still made her heart flutter. “You didn’t have to be a hero for once, even if it was a short while.”

Harry tried to smile, but it was too hard. After a moment, she took a breath, and met Cedric’s warm eyes.

“I love you.” said Harry. A large weight lifted from her heart, because finally, she told Cedric, she told him, now he knows...

Now he can let go.

Cedric's eyes widened. For a moment, he stared at Harry, spellbound, in disbelief. Then, his lips stretched into the most beautiful, happiest smile she ever saw him smile, to the point Cedric's entire face glowed.

“Thank you for protecting me.” said Harry. “I'm sorry. I should have told you before. I should have told you after the Yule Ball.” Tears came freely, unable to be restrained. “I should have told you on the lake. I should have told you before the maze. I should have told you before we touched the cup. I should have told you when you kissed me.”

Cedric smiled again; it was slightly sad. “It’s all right."

“I’m sorry.” Harry sobbed. She couldn’t take the distance anymore, it hurt too much. She hugged Cedric, burying her face into his shirt. Cedric stiffened in surprise. His arms moved, hovering over Harry's back, as though hesitant to touch Harry, because she was not his.

Cedric's arms wrapped around Harry, and he hugged her, anyway.

“I’m sorry I was such a coward.” she sobbed, holding Cedric tight. There was no heartbeat beneath her chest.

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I absolutely will be writing nynn prequel Jily scenes, thank you.

“I already called the Aurors.” said Lily.

“You called the Aurors before you called me?” asked James, sounding hurt.

“What, I’m supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?” asked Lily sarcastically.

There was a long, prolonged pause; James stared at his soulmate.

“Yes!” shouted James.

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After Harry & Voldemort get together in nynn

George: You-Know-Who being nice is absolutely freaking me out.

Fred: Yeah, it doesn't suit him, does it?

Voldemort: Oh, how rude of me. Shall I restart the war?

Fred & George: No.

Harry: (restraining herself from bursting out laughing, starting to shake with the effort not to laugh)

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Dean when he sees Voldemort: WHERE ARE HIS EYEBROWS?!

Seamus: You do know he's lacking a nose too, right? It isn't just eyebrows.

Dean: Oh, I thought he hit a wall.

Harry: (laughing)

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Harry to Ron: You gotta learn how to stop blocking with your face.

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Some Death Eater shenanigans

Snape to Barty: Keep the crazy talk to a minimum or I’ll tell the Dark Lord about the portfolio in your childhood bedroom.

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Harry to Ron & Hermione: Break time's over, lovebirds!

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Harry: You almost killed me!

Voldemort: I’m encouraging you.

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a sneak peek into nynn chapter 44

What would Hermione say if Harry told her she wanted to stay in that room with Voldemort because it felt like the closest thing to home she ever had in her life?

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Rac: nynn is a serious story, idk what you all are talking about...

“You big —” grunted Harry fondly, bypassing the mirror with the dog held in her arms in a bridal carry, completely missing red eyes watching her, widening as she passed carrying a large black dog as though it was an infant. “— baby.”

Rac: ...

Rac: IT'S CUTE, LEAVE ME ALONE!

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hello rac , i was hoping to see like a snippet of like where cormac sees harry for the first time and liked her or smth . i was reading the snippets and i couldn't help but wonder , thank you rac !!

Hello, anon! Hm, Cormac, huh... I'll go with the movie version, where they meet in Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes the first time.

Lavender dragged a helpless Harry to the Amortentia section. It was a fountain filled with heart-shaped bottles of a pink, thick liquid; inside the container, heart-shaped, pink smoke issued from the potion before popping like bubbles.

“Aren't they pretty?” cooed Lavender, grasp on Harry's elbow tight. There was no escape to be had.

“I suppose,” said Harry distractedly, not liking the too on-the-nose pink colour inside the heart-shaped glass of the potion. Something inside Harry turned nauseous at the sight of the potion. It didn't sit well with her, this potion. Why, Harry couldn't say.

Maybe because it was too pink.

Suddenly, a jolt of unease ran down her spine. Harry turned her head toward the direction, sneaking her hand into her robes in case Voldemort decided to show up disguised...

Instead, Harry found her mind blanking with confusion.

A handsome, tall, large boy with wiry, curly blond hair and brown eyes stared at Harry, looking mesmerised. His mouth was slightly ajar, as though Harry did something extraordinary.

Harry recognised him; Cormac McLaggen, a seventh-year Gryffindor. One of the most handsome Gryffindor boys in school. Upon making eye contact with Harry, he smiled charmingly, revealing white teeth, dimples in his cheeks. He waved at Harry.

Not wanting to insult him or be rude, Harry waved back stiffly, to which McLaggen's smile turned into a grin.

McLaggen walked over to them, confident and self-assured. With dawning despair, Harry realised she made a mistake.

Lavender squealed.

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oh the snippet of cormac was amaziiiinggggggg !! anyway i was hopining if i could see like harry asking cormac if he wants to go with her as a date to slughorn party!! luv your fan forever

Thanks, anon! I’m glad you liked it.

It wouldn't be Harry asking Cormac to Slughorn’s party, it would be Cormac asking Harry.

Harry huffed. The nerve of Voldemort. She thought they were past him mentioning Cedric...

And then he goes and teases her about her thinking about sneaking him into Hogwarts for Slughorn's party!

How did he know?

Well, after that, Harry certainly, absolutely, hundred percent, never, even if hell freezes over, will ask Voldemort about whether he could come under disguise. Not after that.

To hell with him and his stupid, smug smirk...

Harry huffed, stomping across the corridor, trying to track down Hermione.

Like she needed Voldemort. She'd go with Hermione. Or with Neville. Neville was fun to be around. Though Harry didn't much fancy talking about magical plants...

In fact, Harry was so deep in her thoughts of how to get back at Voldemort that she clashed into someone’s chest.

It was McLaggen.

Could this day get any worse?

“Whoa there!” said McLaggen, catching Harry by the wrist before she could fall backward. “Easy there, Potter.”

Harry slipped her hand out of McLaggen’s. It didn't feel comfortable at all.

“Yeah," said Harry shortly, “Sorry.”

She went to go.

“Do you have a date for Slughorn’s party?” asked McLaggen.

Harry stopped. She stared at McLaggen.

“Er... No.”

A smug, arrogant smirk flourished across McLaggen's handsome face. “Wanna come with me?”

Harry stared at him, silenced.

And then... She got an idea.

What better way to get back at Voldemort than to go with the most handsome boy? Even though it was McLaggen...

Harry beamed at McLaggen, and she saw his eyes flicker with awe, his cheeks painting pink.

“Sure!” chirped Harry. To finish the blow, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed McLaggen on the cheek, leaving him gaping, before she hurried after Hermione.

Take that, Voldemort.

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not you, not now ch47 snippet featuring Dadfoot bcs we love Dadfoot & Mittens (og named Muttons bcs I thought Muttons were the baking gloves but they were not)