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I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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You make art out of misery because that's the only way you know how to talk about pain.

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This is a Drarry commission for thedoomofvalyria’s fic on AO3 titled when evil blooms

prompt included Draco in a purple three piece and a manbun, Harry in his dress robes, flowers everywhere, and the boys sitting in the Hogwarts courtyard (postwar)

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“He wanted to be himself again. Except that there was no being himself ever again.”

— Mary Balogh, from A Certain Magic

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ok but imagine you and your significant other exchanging love letters and hundreds of years later, both of you are dead, those letters are rediscovered and put in a museum then your reincarnated souls walk past those letters at the same time and both of you suddenly get the feeling of already knowing each other for years.

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he’s so tall, and handsome as hell, he’s so bad, but he does it so well.

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Happy Birthday to Severus Snape!

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blood in the mist- draco malfoy

summary- terrified of the consequences of his actions, draco has nowhere to turn

a/n- my first piece of writing- a little teaser of what to expect from my first series. hope you enjoy- feedback is always appreciated :) luv you all x

p.s. requests are open x

warnings- blood, light cursing

Draco shuddered, his entire body wracked with desperate sobs. Damn Potter, Weasley and that interfering little Mudblood. Damn that doddery old fool who runs this institution. And most of all damn, damn, damn his father for getting him into this mess in the first place.

He raised his head gingerly and looked at himself through his red rimmed eyes, a strand of platinum blonde hair falling across his milky forehead. Suddenly, he caught sight of a shadow walking towards him from over his shoulder, whipping around to face the shape when he realised.

There was nothing there. 

Steeling himself, Draco spun back round and slammed his hands down on the marble sink. A spark of pain rippled through his knuckles, so he did it again, and again and again. Anything to help him forget the painful thoughts plaguing his mind. 

He felt the skin on his right knuckle tear, but he still couldn’t forget.

I’m going to die. 

He realised 

I’m going to die and I have nobody else to blame.

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Blood in the Mist- Chapter One

A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for all of your encouragement on the Prologue of Blood in the Mist. Here we have chapter one- I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always appreciated and welcomed. Luv you all x

Trigger Warnings- Violence 

‘Again!’ Bellatrix screamed, her black tendrils of hair falling into her face,‘if I can block your spell so easily, how on Earth do you think you’re going to get to the headmaster of Hogwarts? He might pretend to be a doddery old fool, but Dumbledore has more power than you will ever understand!’.

Draco and Bellatrix stood facing each other in the grounds of Malfoy Manor. Grass that was once a lush emerald green had singed, a tinged black circle surrounding the pair a product of all Draco’s curses. Bellatrix had blocked every Killing, Cruciatus and Imperius curse sent her way.

‘I’m trying!’ Draco bellowed, he was tired to the bone and desperately aware of the time pressure weighing down upon him. It was only a week until he went back to Hogwarts hallowed halls, and he was making no progress nor improvement.

‘You think the Dark Lord’ spat Bellatrix, shoving her hair out of her face and over her exposed shoulders, ‘cares for triers? You think that he’, she flicked her wand which emitted blue light Draco narrowly blocked ‘cares about you? Because he doesn’t!’.

Tremoring, Draco felt tingles make their way from his fingertips to his elbow and then throughout his whole body, giving him the same feeling generated by Krum vodka. 

‘Crucio!’ he screamed, the green light emitted from his wand smacking his dualling partner in the middle of her chest, as though a target was painted there.

Suddenly, Draco could hear the rustle of the trees and the whisper of the grass before the silence was shattered by Bellatrix’s agonised cries. It was as though every bone in her body had dislocated itself, her core rising into the air, hair and limb all moving independently. 

‘Don’t stop just yet.’, Lucius’ smooth voice floated on the wind, making Draco shudder. He was equally desperate to make his father proud, as he was petrified to the core.Malfoy was the only one Draco had ever had to fight to impress. He had his mother wrapped around his little finger, and although he resided with Bellatrix he had no real desire to win her pride. His father on the other hand, he silently idolised and although Draco looked more like his father every day that passed, he could not believe that he would ever live up to his legacy.

Draco nodded and tightened his grip on his wand, Bellatrix’s limp body convulsing and her scream worming its way into all the dark crevices of his brain. He wondered whether Bellatrix was thinking about Longbottom’s parents, after all he was hexing her with the very same curse she had used to her advantage many years ago. He decided not. Bellatrix had not one ounce of empathy for anyone but the Dark Lord.

‘I think that’s enough for now,’ Lucius said lightly. Although he had little time for his sister-in-law he knew nobody else was strong enough to train Draco for his task.

Bellatrix dropped like a stone in water, the back of her head slamming to the floor first. 

‘Take her to her room Lobry’ Lucius ordered, a house elf clad in a dirty pillowcase sidling up to the whimpering pile of limbs and attempting to escort her to the wing of the mansion. Bellatrix made her anger at being touched by the House Elf known, swatting him weakly. 

Your first Cruciatus curse, and a strong one at that’ Lucius nodded with approval. Draco pushed the sleeves of his cable knit jumper up his pale arms and caught his father’s expression, a half smile, ‘what was it you were thinking of, it takes a lot of’, he paused delicately, ‘passion to produce such a strong curse’. 

Should I tell him?

Should I tell him that I’m petrified nobody cares?

Should I tell him that I’m scared stiff of not being able to kill the one he wants me to?

Should I tell him I’m terrified he’ll never truly believe I have the ability to live up to his legacy?

‘Only lies about the Potter boy and his friends, father’, he said curtly, of course he couldn’t make his real thoughts known.

‘I see’, nodded his father ‘we won’t have to worry about them for much longer son, once you’ve taken out that old man they’ll never be able to defeat the Dark Lord. Now come, the day is waning and we have steak for dinner. We don’t want to keep your mother waiting’. 

As the pair walked towards the house, Lucius flicking his wrist and the scorched circle of grass going back to it’s normal colour, Draco was unaware of just how similar the pair seemed. 

After making excuses of wanting to retire early, Draco withdrew from the stony dining room emblazoned with glittering sephant paraphernalia. Kissing his mother on the cheek lightly, he pulled the large oak wooden doors to a close. 

Malfoy Manor was a maze of dark corridors, hidden rooms and secrets. Often were its shadowy corners subject to meetings with the Dark Lord, the only difference in these meetings being that he was now welcomed to sit and participate with open arms. Things had been much simpler when he was sent to bed early on these nights, the last thing his childhood self saw being his mother’s kind face in the slither of open door. He preferred not to think of the snake roaming the halls when the Dark Lord was in attendance. 

However, there was no such meeting tonight and Draco was free to spend the evening as he pleased without interference. He thought of the ramshackle house he had heard the Weasley family lived in, probably bustling with people and chatter. Draco shook off the thought, his steps echoing whilst he descended the stairs to his basement room. 

Heart racing, Draco was plunged into darkness. Feeling along the wall chill metal met his finger tips. One of the candle sticks had obviously fallen. 

‘Who’s there?’he hissed, expecting to hear the murmur of Lobry or one of the other family house elves. There was no response. 

‘Lumos’ Draco spat, swinging his wand in wide arcs to illuminate as much of the corridor as possible. Once again, spying nothing, he kept the light on his wand in front of him.

Trying to lower his racing heart rate, Draco leaned his back up against the smooth wood of his door before he saw a roll of parchment which had not been there that morning. 

He stumbled over his open Hogwarts case, getting tangled in his Quidditch robes before appraising the paper before him. It had no address, the sender must have known where he lives. 

The green seal broke under pressure, allowing him to view its contents. The message was short,

Draco,

I know you aren’t strong enough for this. Meet me on your first night back at Hogwarts on the outskirts of the forbidden forest if you want to stay alive. 

There was no signature. A roll of nausea wracked through him. 

Who was it that knew about his task?

Who thought he wasn’t strong enough?

Once again, in a similar reaction to Bellatrix’s goading, Draco was enraged. The parchment was a pulpy ball in his fist throwing it into the roaring fire he made his choice.

He’d show them. All of them. This anonymous author. Bellatrix. Potter. The old fool who ran the whole charade. His father. He would even show the Dark Lord. Draco Malfoy was a lot stronger than any of them had ever given him credit for. 

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Blood in the Mist- Chapter One

A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for all of your encouragement on the Prologue of Blood in the Mist. Here we have chapter one- I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always appreciated and welcomed. Luv you all x

Trigger Warnings- Violence 

‘Again!’ Bellatrix screamed, her black tendrils of hair falling into her face,‘if I can block your spell so easily, how on Earth do you think you’re going to get to the headmaster of Hogwarts? He might pretend to be a doddery old fool, but Dumbledore has more power than you will ever understand!’.

Draco and Bellatrix stood facing each other in the grounds of Malfoy Manor. Grass that was once a lush emerald green had singed, a tinged black circle surrounding the pair a product of all Draco’s curses. Bellatrix had blocked every Killing, Cruciatus and Imperius curse sent her way.

‘I’m trying!’ Draco bellowed, he was tired to the bone and desperately aware of the time pressure weighing down upon him. It was only a week until he went back to Hogwarts hallowed halls, and he was making no progress nor improvement.

‘You think the Dark Lord’ spat Bellatrix, shoving her hair out of her face and over her exposed shoulders, ‘cares for triers? You think that he’, she flicked her wand which emitted blue light Draco narrowly blocked ‘cares about you? Because he doesn’t!’.

Tremoring, Draco felt tingles make their way from his fingertips to his elbow and then throughout his whole body, giving him the same feeling generated by Krum vodka. 

‘Crucio!’ he screamed, the green light emitted from his wand smacking his dualling partner in the middle of her chest, as though a target was painted there.

Suddenly, Draco could hear the rustle of the trees and the whisper of the grass before the silence was shattered by Bellatrix’s agonised cries. It was as though every bone in her body had dislocated itself, her core rising into the air, hair and limb all moving independently. 

‘Don’t stop just yet.’, Lucius’ smooth voice floated on the wind, making Draco shudder. He was equally desperate to make his father proud, as he was petrified to the core.Malfoy was the only one Draco had ever had to fight to impress. He had his mother wrapped around his little finger, and although he resided with Bellatrix he had no real desire to win her pride. His father on the other hand, he silently idolised and although Draco looked more like his father every day that passed, he could not believe that he would ever live up to his legacy.

Draco nodded and tightened his grip on his wand, Bellatrix’s limp body convulsing and her scream worming its way into all the dark crevices of his brain. He wondered whether Bellatrix was thinking about Longbottom’s parents, after all he was hexing her with the very same curse she had used to her advantage many years ago. He decided not. Bellatrix had not one ounce of empathy for anyone but the Dark Lord.

‘I think that’s enough for now,’ Lucius said lightly. Although he had little time for his sister-in-law he knew nobody else was strong enough to train Draco for his task.

Bellatrix dropped like a stone in water, the back of her head slamming to the floor first. 

‘Take her to her room Lobry’ Lucius ordered, a house elf clad in a dirty pillowcase sidling up to the whimpering pile of limbs and attempting to escort her to the wing of the mansion. Bellatrix made her anger at being touched by the House Elf known, swatting him weakly. 

Your first Cruciatus curse, and a strong one at that’ Lucius nodded with approval. Draco pushed the sleeves of his cable knit jumper up his pale arms and caught his father’s expression, a half smile, ‘what was it you were thinking of, it takes a lot of’, he paused delicately, ‘passion to produce such a strong curse’. 

Should I tell him?

Should I tell him that I’m petrified nobody cares?

Should I tell him that I’m scared stiff of not being able to kill the one he wants me to?

Should I tell him I’m terrified he’ll never truly believe I have the ability to live up to his legacy?

‘Only lies about the Potter boy and his friends, father’, he said curtly, of course he couldn’t make his real thoughts known.

‘I see’, nodded his father ‘we won’t have to worry about them for much longer son, once you’ve taken out that old man they’ll never be able to defeat the Dark Lord. Now come, the day is waning and we have steak for dinner. We don’t want to keep your mother waiting’. 

As the pair walked towards the house, Lucius flicking his wrist and the scorched circle of grass going back to it’s normal colour, Draco was unaware of just how similar the pair seemed. 

After making excuses of wanting to retire early, Draco withdrew from the stony dining room emblazoned with glittering sephant paraphernalia. Kissing his mother on the cheek lightly, he pulled the large oak wooden doors to a close. 

Malfoy Manor was a maze of dark corridors, hidden rooms and secrets. Often were its shadowy corners subject to meetings with the Dark Lord, the only difference in these meetings being that he was now welcomed to sit and participate with open arms. Things had been much simpler when he was sent to bed early on these nights, the last thing his childhood self saw being his mother’s kind face in the slither of open door. He preferred not to think of the snake roaming the halls when the Dark Lord was in attendance. 

However, there was no such meeting tonight and Draco was free to spend the evening as he pleased without interference. He thought of the ramshackle house he had heard the Weasley family lived in, probably bustling with people and chatter. Draco shook off the thought, his steps echoing whilst he descended the stairs to his basement room. 

Heart racing, Draco was plunged into darkness. Feeling along the wall chill metal met his finger tips. One of the candle sticks had obviously fallen. 

‘Who’s there?’he hissed, expecting to hear the murmur of Lobry or one of the other family house elves. There was no response. 

‘Lumos’ Draco spat, swinging his wand in wide arcs to illuminate as much of the corridor as possible. Once again, spying nothing, he kept the light on his wand in front of him.

Trying to lower his racing heart rate, Draco leaned his back up against the smooth wood of his door before he saw a roll of parchment which had not been there that morning. 

He stumbled over his open Hogwarts case, getting tangled in his Quidditch robes before appraising the paper before him. It had no address, the sender must have known where he lives. 

The green seal broke under pressure, allowing him to view its contents. The message was short,

Draco,

I know you aren’t strong enough for this. Meet me on your first night back at Hogwarts on the outskirts of the forbidden forest if you want to stay alive. 

There was no signature. A roll of nausea wracked through him. 

Who was it that knew about his task?

Who thought he wasn’t strong enough?

Once again, in a similar reaction to Bellatrix's goading, Draco was enraged. The parchment was a pulpy ball in his fist throwing it into the roaring fire he made his choice.

He’d show them. All of them. This anonymous author. Bellatrix. Potter. The old fool who ran the whole charade. His father. He would even show the Dark Lord. Draco Malfoy was a lot stronger than any of them had ever given him credit for. 

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Before January ends, I’m going to magically and extremely be blessed by the universe.

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Inspiration LXI

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blood in the mist- draco malfoy

summary- terrified of the consequences of his actions, draco has nowhere to turn

a/n- my first piece of writing- a little teaser of what to expect from my first series. hope you enjoy- feedback is always appreciated :) luv you all x

p.s. requests are open x

warnings- blood, light cursing

Draco shuddered, his entire body wracked with desperate sobs. Damn Potter, Weasley and that interfering little Mudblood. Damn that doddery old fool who runs this institution. And most of all damn, damn, damn his father for getting him into this mess in the first place.

He raised his head gingerly and looked at himself through his red rimmed eyes, a strand of platinum blonde hair falling across his milky forehead. Suddenly, he caught sight of a shadow walking towards him from over his shoulder, whipping around to face the shape when he realised.

There was nothing there. 

Steeling himself, Draco spun back round and slammed his hands down on the marble sink. A spark of pain rippled through his knuckles, so he did it again, and again and again. Anything to help him forget the painful thoughts plaguing his mind. 

He felt the skin on his right knuckle tear, but he still couldn’t forget.

I’m going to die. 

He realised 

I’m going to die and I have nobody else to blame.

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hiya :)

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my name is em and i’m the person behind this blog- dracosignetring! i want to use this blog as a place for my writing, and to get to know some more people with the same interests as me!

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