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something I’ve never seen mentioned when anyone is talking abt Harry is his love and aptitude for mystery. They didn’t capture how obsessive he is in the movies. He latches onto a hunch and runs it into the GROUND, often to the bewilderment and dismay of both Ron AND Hermione. He talks their ears off to the point where they pretty much tell him to shut up abt it. They always douubt him,  but he’s right almost every single time.

 That’s why when I see ppl talking abt how he should’ve been a professor at Hogwarts I’m like???? Harry? Doing the same thing every year with no sense of danger, mystery, or justice tied to it? MY Harry James Potter?? No. He needs to be solving a mystery. It drives him, it distracts him from his trauma, it allows him to have a normal life outside of work. To me, Auror is the only job for him.

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        DRACO’S NATURAL REACTION TO being found out and to being attacked in the manner to which Harry is attacking him is to lash out, but he’s so TIRED. He has his Mother’s voice in his head, urging him to keep going because he has to protect the family — the MALFOY name. But all he wants to do is to fall to his knees right now and scream. Even if he did do that now, he knows POTTER won’t understand. No one can understand.

        He forces himself to school his face into something that is typical for him. A SNEER accompanies his posture which shifts from guarded to defensive. “ You would do well to keep your nose out of my business Potter, I wouldn’t want to have to MAKE you, ��� he hisses. Draco tightens his grip around his wand which is hidden in his robes. He doesn’t WANT to have to use it against anyone, but he hasn’t been given a choice.

        “ I don’t need my Father to keep you from following me. Now leave before I ensure that all the Weasel and the mudblood find of you are your glasses, ” he spits. Draco however, isn’t sure that Potter is going to leave and so he can’t very well begin working on the cabinet until he’s away from prying eyes. Maybe he’ll come back…surely this can wait, right?

        He shoves past Potter on his way out but the action spurs on a MEMORY that he has tried to push down. Draco winces as the visions of Voldemort and a few of his lackeys leering at him, grabbing at him, and making him uncomfortable, all while his FATHER looked on and did nothing.

        The memory causes Draco to stop in his tracks, a hand clutching at his chest as he fights the urge to throw up while simultaneously trying to catch his breath. He can’t breathe. He PANICS, falling to his knees. What breaths do come, come in small spurts until Draco is GASPING. He knows in the back of his mind that Potter is still there. He can’t show so much weakness in front of the SAVIOR.

                 “ Get….out, ” he rasps.

The smart thing would be to do what he says. But Harry just can’t will himself to leave. He had anticipated this encounter for too long, and too perfect of an opportunity to pass up on. While Malfoy’s threats are strangely exhilarating, the fire in him is snuffed out as he watches him fall. He wants to help but all he does is stare coldly. He’s pretty sure that, if the roles were reversed, he’d be nursing his second broken nose of the year. But given their current situation, he feels quite calm. 

“No,” he says simply. “You’re gonna tell me what you’ve been up to. Nobody believes me, but I saw you that night in Knockturn Alley.” His lip curls in disdain. “Your entire family are death eaters and now you are too. I’m not stupid,” he concludes bitterly. Doubt hits him out of nowhere, and at the least convenient time, he wonders... am I wrong? Seeing Malfoy so overwhelmed shakes his faith in his theories. It also makes him incredibly angry. All the times he had been in so much distress he could barely breathe, he could never show it like this, would never have dared to make such an honest display of emotion. The resentment makes it hard to sympathize. 

“I swear Malfoy, I will find a way to slip you some Veritaserum if you don’t start talking. Like I said, nobody believes me, so it’s not like I can do anything about it. C’mon, you obviously need a shoulder to cry on,” he can’t resist adding. 

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“Facing this stuff in real life is not like school. In school if you make a mistake you can just try again tomorrow, but out there when you’re a second away from being murdered or watching a friend die right before your eyes, you don’t know what that’s like.”

— Happy birthday to Harry James Potter

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Pansy watched, utterly fascinated by the flame of fury she watched overtake him at her suggestion that he had only been thinking of himself that day. Hadn’t he been, though, thinking of himself? Pansy wondered as he continued to make his protestations. 

“I don’t have Slytherin friends,” she pointed out, not sure if he’d heard her as he continued to rail. “So, I do beg your pardon. I had been of the mind that you’d been thinking about the possibility of dying that day,” she said casually, her head tilting. “All of us were, Potter. It’s alright, you realize, to have some sense of self-preservation. Normal is what I’d call it actually. This hero complex of yours…” she shook her head, “absolutely abnormal.”

Her expression turned shocked when he insisted that he wouldn’t have hexed her. “You and…” Pansy pressed a palm to her heart, her tone questioning. “… me. Back then… You just accused me of wanting you dead,” she pointed out. “You didn’t like me at school. And I honestly don’t know why you think you’d like me any better now.” Her voice trailed as she read his body language. Why was he here, with her of all witches, Pansy wondered. He could have his pick of women, but yet, he was using a dating service.

“Potter,” she began carefully. “Do you want to try actually going on this date tonight?”

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He winces bashfully, but despite his discomfort, there’s something about her tone that feels grounding. He’s conflicted, on one hand embarrassed by needing validation, on the other, completely floored by how much what she’s saying is exactly what he’d been longing to hear. Nobody’s ever talked to him like that before, so open, blunt but sincere. It stings slightly, but it makes him trust her. “I... you’re right. But that hero complex you speak of was more self-preservation than anything else. Most of it was spite and survival.”

He furrows a brow in sadness. “I can’t tell you that I did like you in school, but that was mostly because you hung around Draco, and if you haven’t noticed, I have a pretty black and white point of view. And if I’ve learned anything from this date it’s that I don’t actually know you or your motives nearly as well as I thought.” 

He leans back, studying her carefully. She was still here. He realizes that the constant chatter in the restaurant have gone unnoticed by him since they started talking. He nods slowly, smiling keenly. “Yeah I do,” he says softly. 

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Harry James Potter (b. 31 July, 1980)

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Draco noticed Harry through the shop window and watched him for a few moments. He notices the way Harry’s legs bounce and how his thumbs twiddle nervously. Draco’s unable to hold back his smile as he watches, being reminded of school days.

He entered the cafe, heading over to Potters table. “Afternoon, Potter.” He said, Potters fidgeting giving him confidence. “Thank you for joining me.” Draco added, taking a seat without ordering himself a drink - he was hear on business not leisure.

The blonde paused for a moment and tucked a piece of stray hair behind his ear, feeling the awkward aura and deciding to just get straight into it, its not as if either of them had any catching up to do.

“You will be required to make a speech at the start of the event-” Draco said, pulling out a page of notes from his briefcase and sliding them across to Harry. “I’ve mapped out some ideas for you and have a few books listed that you might want to read beforehand.”

He stares blankly down at the notes before hesitantly meeting Draco’s eyes, searching them for any disdain. He nods slowly, finding nothing there but polite professionalism. It certainly seems that Draco’s risen to the challenge of his demanding position, and so Harry will be damned if he doesn’t blow this speech out of the water. The worst part, perhaps, was that if he didn’t land the speech, if it went badly and offended someone, he’d have nobody to blame but himself, and Draco would be witness to it all. He couldn’t deny it was daunting.

 He takes a proper moment to look over the notes before letting out a deep breath and nodding. “These are great,” he says, very aware of the elephant in the room that shows no sign of being addressed. “How long do I have? How long should the speech be? Not that I’m nervous,” Very convincing. “I just... want to be prepared, that’s all.”

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“There are a few death eaters that have escaped across the pond into America. Since they aren’t on British soil most have deemed chasing after them, and I quote “not worth it.” Gladion lifted his hands using air quotes around the words rolling his eyes in annoyance as he did so. “Someone has to warn them, they have predominantly Muggle-born schools and a loose death eater finding one of those is a massacre waiting to happen.”

Fully relaxed now Gladion rolled his shoulders back, cracking his neck as he did so frowing slightly. “That’s the most pressing matter at the moment, it’s been hushed up so well i’m not sure if even your minister knows of it. Not that I would blame him for not being aware the ministry has been a mess to clean up after the war.”

Gladion started to walk deeper into the woods, a quiet place in mind where they could talk freely. “Now reaching the people- I’ve been using cold hard logic to get to them, you have to keep hammering away. I’ve had many public debates with other pureblood supremacists, shooting down their ideals left and right. Some call what I'm doing useless saying I won't change their mind with my arguments.” His lips curled in a show of amusement. “I’m not trying to change their minds, I’m trying to catch the attention of the crowd. If my points manage to even catch one person’s attention and plant the seed of doubt I’ll be happy.”

He sent Harry a roughish grin at his suggestion, “Oh Potter I’ve had people on the inside for a while now, I can send you in their direction if you wish. Not before you sign our group’s contract of course.” He cocked his head to the side in a sign of curiosity, “I believe you did something similar with your group during our school years?”

A line of worry develops between dark eyebrows as he takes it all in. When was anyone going to tell me this? This is exactly what he’s been afraid of all along, Voldemort’s leftovers making trouble to continue his legacy. He lets out a deep sigh, reasoning that he knew this would happen. Dreaded it, yes, but he knew. “Believe me, if I haven’t heard of it until now, it’s been hushed up even better than Voldemort’s return was.” He starts to smile despite himself. So that’s why being an Auror wasn’t nearly as satisfying as he had expected - the criminals were setting up shop elsewhere.

He feels a twinge of a strange emotion, a mixture between jealousy and excitement. The appeal of having more mysteries to tackle in secrecy was battling with his desire to be in control. But, taking in Gladion now, how confident he seems, Harry can’t deny that he’s the perfect man for the job. “I see you’re well prepared. Of course I’ll sign.” His smile widens. The memory of the D.A is a good one, one of very few from that year. “It’s time we put all this blood-purity stuff to bed before it has a chance to become a full-blown tragedy again.” He shakes his head in earnest. “No way we fought so hard for nothing.”

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Draco had not seen this coming at all, he was so focused the wind rustling, keeping his arm poised and reaching for the snitch but so was Potter, but soon he getting closer to the other his eyes turning away from the snitch to Harry’s green eyes, to his lips.

Soon it felt like it happens all at once, his lips crashed against Harry’s lips. He should be paying attention to what he was doing but he was too busy kissing Harry.

Finally, through the whirling wind, Harry manages to tear himself away and steady himself on his broom. The crowd is going absolutely ballistic, and while something deep inside him relishes it, he’s mostly seething with rage. The snitch is nowhere to be seen. His green eyes, even brighter than usual due to rage, snap over to Draco. “You idiot,” he roars, gnashing his teeth together in frustration. “You lost us both the snitch!” The moment the words are out of his mouth he realizes he’s being selfish, that what had just happened truly wasn’t up to either of them. But, seeing as Draco had never exactly been fair to him, he doesn’t much care. He snorts, the heat of his anger ebbing. “Let’s try again, and let’s see if you can get near the snitch without snogging me.” His smile, blindingly bright, makes an astonishingly short appearance before disappearing again. He narrows his eyes, trying not to think about how his heart is consistently skipping beats. “Although, it’s probably your best technique.”

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i know i use the word iconic a lot in relation to harry james potter but i feel it bears repeating here

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you were the promised child made of prophecies and ruins you were always made for history never for the living you were not meant to wonder or to long for love or skin you were for legends to be dressed in myth and bathed in bloodshed you were made for glory  made for ruins by prophecy not to live, but to die.

you were never meant to be happy | wt. (via waadtariq)

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Instantly, a storm cloud of dark anger drifts over him, and he shakes his head in sympathy. He’s positive that Snape is only making Melinda’s life miserable because he can see that Harry likes her. “I hate them. The lot of them.” He pauses, softening as he takes in her tear-stained face. When he speaks again, his voice is scarcely more than a whisper. “I’m tired of Snape having a go at whoever I hang around. It’s horrible. Come on,” he says, gesturing to one of the comfy armchairs near the fire, “why don’t you sit down?” 

Struck by a sudden and rather silly thought, Harry reaches into a pocket on his robes to find a couple of spare chocolate frogs, no doubt ‘borrowed’ from Ron. He awkwardly offers one to her, unable to keep eye contact. “Lupin, er, gave me some chocolate after I saw a dementor for the first time. Said it would make me feel better. I didn’t believe him, but it did. Maybe it’ll help you too. I reckon Snape isn’t far from being a dementor himself.” He finally finds the courage to give Melinda a small smile, and shrugs, trying to look carefree.

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‘‘Professor Snape..he..he called me out in front of the whole class..’‘ Harry had found Melinda practically in tears. ‘’He knows I don’t like speaking so he asked me a question. I was caught off guard and so I didn’t say anything..’’ She paused as her voice wavered. ‘’He knew I was upset but he didn’t care. He took points away from Gryffindor. And some of the Slytherins started laughing..’’ The teen was shaking by now and tears were falling. ‘’Why does he have to be so cruel Harry?’’

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I’m not ashamed of you.

Those words meant more to him that he would ever admit out loud. Ever since they had gotten together it had been stolen kisses and glances, hidden in secret passages or empty classrooms, or the prefect bathroom with the door bolted. And while Draco had not quite voiced it ever before that day, it had hurt him every single time. Reminded him of why it had to be hidden, of why he had to be hidden. 

With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes, holding Harry as close to him as he could. “I’m used to questions and stares and insults … even an occasional hex … so it’s not like I’d mind getting more of that.” He whispered softly, moving away a little again so he could see all of Harry’s face, his expression, his eyes, his smile … 

“Proud? Now why would you be that? I made all the wrong choices … if anyone should be proud it’s me. You saved me, not only my life but also my future … I don’t want to imagine what it would’ve been if …” He didn’t finish his sentence, the words seeming to get stuck in his throat. 

He shakes his head in sympathy, remembering what it felt like to be shunned so completely by his peers. It carries with it a very specific loneliness. His eyes smile before his mouth does as he gently rubs Draco’s back. “But I’ll be by your side all the time now that everyone knows,” he points out, his eyes flashing dangerously. “We’ll see if they fancy hexing you then.” 

He smiles, warmth saturating his face. “Proud to be yours, I mean.” He glances down, uncomfortable in the face of praise. “Don’t say that... you’re the person you are today because you chose this, you chose to come back here, you chose to make me feel accepted by you. You don’t understand what you’ve done.” He looks back up at Draco, carefully controlling the lump in his throat. “Don’t think about what the future could’ve been like. This is all that matters. You and me, alive, and together.”

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u know, i rly do love the movies so much BUT the one thing that irks me about them more than anything - more than ‘calmly’, more than ron saying “he’s got a point you know” more than ANYTHING - is that they left out harry’s anger. boy’s a hothead!!! and some of his best (imo) and most telling lines are said in moments of anger! his lil rant to ron and hermione in philosopher’s stone about how he feels personally responsible for stopping voldemort because of his parents at age ELEVEN is honestly the moment i fell in love with him. and the way he just glared at them after and hermione went “you’re right Harry” in that small little voice like!!! how dare they leave that out!!!!! that was one of the most..... rounding scenes of the whole book! harry was rounded! it was round!!!!!

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Albus wipes at his eyes and nods a little. He likes how things are getting better. He likes how they can start over, start fresh. He wants to leave behind any of that sort of i wish you weren’t my son stuff. He knows it’s probably still true, but he just hopes he and his father can ignore it. He hopes they can try again, get better.

“Really?” Albus asks, eyes wide. He hardly remembers any suggestions as  of late that weren’t quidditch based.He’s not really into that sort of thing like he used to be. Not anymore. However, it will not stop him from looking at the fit boys. No, that won’t stop him one bit.

“Wholesome?” Albus repeats. He forces himself to bite back that giggle. He’s not a wholesome boy. His mind and his Teen Witch magazines prove that. They’re far more tattered than they’d be if his sister was looking at them. “Dad,” Albus says. He feels a blush to his cheek. “Art isn’t wholesome. Art is someone’s soul, their words.  It’s like a person’s every want on open canvas. It’s amazing.” He bites at his lip.’

Harry resists the urge to roll his eyes. He knows Albus is determined to misunderstand everything he says, but he takes a deep breath and tries to exercise patience. Albus looks like he wants to laugh, and Harry feels another flash of anger at his ignorance. “Albus, I know what art is.” He peers at him intently, explaining slowly, “what I meant was, some kids are experimenting with dark stuff at your age. Compared to that, yes, art is wholesome. I really thought you’d understand that. But anyway... I think it’s great that you’re into art. Happy?” He smiles, a teasing glint in his eye.  “Is great a good enough word for it, or am I off the mark again?”

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flidaise‌:

Guard duty was incredibly boring for the magical theory professor for she rather be in her study sipping on a blush wine and grading papers. Hogwarts held a tension of likes were rarely seen and while she understood why she needed to be vigilant in her extra duties. She was loathed to complete them when her attentions could be put elsewhere, after all, what could a little lass such as herself do against an intruder? The feigned thought caused a small giggle to escape the professor as she strolled down an abandoned corridor. 

Elspeth’s stellios heels echoed their sounds against the cobblestone floor. Anyone could hear her a good feet away, not that she was trying to hide, no she came unfraid and ready to face anything that might become an obstacle. 

Upon turning the corner, she stifled a yawn as she surveyed the area. All seemed clear for the moment when suddenly something caught her eye, a glimmer perhaps? No, it was a disturbance in the air–an unknown apparition moving about the castle unattended? Interesting. Moving elegantly towards the anomaly, she gingerly stuck her slender leg out, at first, she hadn’t felt a thing, and perhaps what she saw was just a trick of her mind, but then, with a force she wasn’t expecting, she heard someone topple over and to her great amusement, she saw the sprawled form of Harry Potter. She smiled like a fox cornering a rabbit. 

“ Mr. Potter.” she greeted as she folded her arms under her chest. “ Out for a midnight stroll are we?” she spoke quietly, as if not to alarm the others. Ignoring his protestations, Elspeth took a step forward and knelt down and examined the invisibility cloak. 

“ A cloak of invisbility. How clever.” her thick, scottish accent filled with amusement rather than annoyance. She was no Snape and did not share his sentiment of those from different houses. Gently, she picked up the cloak and felt the fabric through her fingers. 

“ Did ye ken that it’s made frae selkie silk? Durin’ the roarin’ twenties, hunters nearly drove the selkies tae extinction fer their coats. Of course, the ministry banned it in the forties, and ah’m happy to say the selkie population recovered.”

She stood then and folded the cloak nearly before offering it back to Harry. 

“ Stealth isnae really yer strong suit, laddie, ye need tae be careful.” She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest once again. “ Ah think we both agree that neither of us has seen anything? Ah dae implore ye tae return tae yer common room, and this little incident would be forgotten, what say ye, Mr. Potter? Ah’ll even walk ye back tae yer room.”

He raises dark eyebrows, relaxing slightly as he realizes he’s in no immediate danger of being written up or expelled. His interest is piqued - nobody else has ever claimed to know the secrets behind his cloak, for he did not know himself... even Dumbledore hadn’t bothered to tell him. “Selkie, professor?” He hesitates before accepting the cloak back, folding it carefully over his arm and looking back at Professor Selwyn with stronger respect than before. “I never knew what it was made of. I didn’t know anybody did.”

He feels a twinge of frustration at being caught, wishing more than anything that he was in front of the blank wall, imploring it to reveal its secrets to him. He knows he won’t be able to sleep until he figures out what’s going on in there, but he knows better than to argue with the clever Professor, and so he nods reluctantly. “Ok. And thank you, for letting me off so easily. I guess I’m lucky you’re the one who found me.” 

It’s only as he wearily starts to follow her back that he realizes she had made no attempt to answer his question. Is there no one in this castle without a secret? He thinks somewhat irritably. But he wasn’t going to bother asking again. Draco had taken over his mind, and there was little he could think of that could take his mind away from all of his sneaking around.

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Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did so he felt more alive, and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?

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The few days after he had written his reply are fraught with tension, and it’s a testament to how far he’s come with his temper that he hasn’t snapped at anyone in the office. No matter how hard he tries to think of what he’ll say beforehand, nothing seems to stick, until he finally resigns himself to the unpredictability of it all. There’s a calm curiosity resting beneath the turmoil, though. Harry wonders if Draco will try to hold his position over him. What’s Draco up to now? Will he be able to set our old hostility aside for this? Will I? 

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The doorbell chimes softly as he enters the cafe, and he feels soothed by the steady sound of conversation. He steps to the counter and orders himself a cup of tea, scanning the place for Draco before checking his watch. He’s five minutes early. While he waits for his drink, he thinks for a moment that he sees a flash of white-blond hair, but he can’t be sure if it’s Draco or not. He bounces slightly on his toes as he waits, hoping the tea will calm his racing heartbeat. He can’t remember the last time he’d dreaded something so much.

Draco definitely didn’t expect a letter back so quickly. And when he opened it, he thought it was going to be a big ‘no’ in bright red ink. But it wasn’t, and an odd little part of him was slightly disappointed.

Stopping what he was doing, he grabbed another piece of paper to write back to Potter, giving him a time and place to meet so they could have a meeting about what would be going on at this GALA event.

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As the next few days passed, Draco forced himself to ignore the nervous feeling building about having to meet with Potter. They had talked a handful of times since leaving Hogwarts about 10 years ago. Those times mostly consisted of bumping into each other at a bar giving each other a nod, Granger rolling her eyes behind them, and once they met when Potter decided to bring Draco’s wand back to him, a wand that sat on his shelf at home that had since refused to cooperate with Draco’s magic.

He gathered up what courage he could, grabbing his scarf and wrapping it around his neck along with pulling a thick jacket over his shoulders to fight off the freezing winter of England. Draco let out a deep sigh, stepping out of his small house amongst a muggle neighborhood to meet Potter at the cafe they had chosen.