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I challenged myself to paint at least(!) one Sirius Black art a month this year, so here is the April painting! And as I haven’t had much time in April, I made a more detailed artwork :') Well, but it was a lot of fun! I also added a close up because I really like his face in this one :)

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Reeeally hoping someone decides to post something like this for the fest!

Harmony Summertime Madness Prompt Spotlight! ~ 💖Time Traveling Harmony Child

So u/Val_shadowhunter reminded me of this prompt which honestly I'd really love to see more of too in Harmony fics! So here's a prompt spotlight and a drabble to go with it. Plus if you're interested here's some Harmony fics which have this trope:

Time Warped by Twitch E. Littleferret

An accident turns Ryan's life upside down. As a result, the beautiful Head Girl, Hermione Granger, is seriously crushing after him which seems to raise the hackles of Harry Potter who is determined to make his life a living hell at Hogwarts. Oh, and did I mention that Ryan's last name is Potter and that Harry and Hermione are his parents?

Time-Traveling Meddler by Harrys Mistress

A boy from the future who has a problem keeping his mouth shut. Harry and his gang are in for a little suprise. You all know I suck at summaries, so please read. Rating may go up in later chapters

The Next Potter by Lysander12

Lily Potter was supposed to be helping prepare for the twenty-fifth anniversary celebration and memorial of the Battle of Hogwarts alongside Cassie Malfoy. Instead, she wound up standing before Cassie's father, just in time for the battle itself. A.K.A. a time-travelling Harmony Child contributes to the peak of her parents' legacy and the hurricane of emotions in the aftermath.

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Twenty-year-old Harry sat between Sirius and Hermione on the sofa his head leaned back and his eyes closed. A glass of fire whiskey was in his hand. “I should have been smart like you and just ended things when I realized it wasn’t going to work out.”

Hermione patted his knee sympathetically. “I’m sure Ginny will calm down eventually—I mean, we’re all friends first, right?”

“She was trying to kick me the nuts before I disapparated.”

Sirius, who had dodged his fair share of witches out to maim him, winced. “Well, at least she wasn’t cursing you?”

Harry sighed contemplatively, still not opening his eyes. “I think I would have preferred her to try hexing me.”

At that moment, someone pounded on the door.

“Oh shit,” Harry muttered, sitting up and looking toward the door before glancing back at Hermione. “She’s probably come after me again. Remind me never to date anyone with red hair ever again.”

All three sat there unmoving while the knocks echoed through the house.

Hermione, who had her share of red temper tantrums, asked thoughtfully, “We can just pretend we’re not here, can’t we? And not answer the door?”

“Answer the door! I know you’re in there!” A muffled voice shouted.

Sirius, who liked the Weasleys well enough in small doses, but definitely not when they were ranting at him, straightened his shoulders. “I’ll answer it. I’ll just tell her to go away.”

Hermione and Harry gave him skeptical glances.

“What? I can be commanding. I am an authority!”

The skepticism increased exponentially in both their gazes.

“Fine! Watch me!” Sirius stood sucking a deep breath for courage. Then he straightened all his clothes and flipped back his hair.

“Ah, he’s going to try de-escalation by flirtation,” Hermione said quietly to Harry.

“I feel like that’s wrong in some way.” Harry shrugged. “But if it works to get her to go away — flirting offensive it is!”

Sirius placed his hands on his hips as he faced their ungrateful gazes before zeroing in on Harry. “I would be offended by that, but you get a pass since you’ve finally managed to get the balls to break it off with her after being miserable for six months and making me listen to it.”

“Oi!” Harry called after Sirius as he turned away to walk to the door. “Don’t be mean to me!” Harry turned back to Hermione. “I was not afraid of breaking up with her. I was trying to make it work like a responsible adult.”

Hermione bit her lip, eyeing him dubiously. “Uh, huh.”

Harry reached out and pinched her side, making her laugh. “Don’t give me that, uh, huh. I was!”

Hermione caught his hand grinning at him before repeating herself. “Uh, huh.”

Harry leaned forward and put his drink on the table with intent. “I’m going to tickle you if you say that again.”

“Look, I’m just saying that you avoid awkwardly emotional things at all costs,” Hermione said, jumping up to get out of his reach and holding out her hands placatingly.

“Hermione, you owled Ron to break up with him.”

“But I did in a timely manner! And—and I was really busy at the time!”

Harry smirked back at her. “Uh-huh.”

“You!” Hermione jumped forward as Harry laughed and they fell over onto the couch, wrestling and muttering things at each other as they tried their best to get to each other’s ticklish spots.

Sirius clearing his throat made them both look up. Hermione had managed to climb on top of Harry while he had both her wrists caught and held above his head. Seeing Sirius looking unnaturally serious made Hermione panic that Ginny was going to come in at any moment. And Hermione was not about to deal with any unfounded accusations of her and Harry being more than friends again. She pulled away from Harry abruptly, who didn’t let go of her hands in time and they both tumbled from the sofa with Harry squashing her flat.

“Ew. So you always behaved this way,” said a young feminine voice.

Harry and Hermione looked up to see a young girl with messy black hair and bright green eyes standing next to Sirius. “Uh–” Harry muttered, getting off of Hermione and helping her to her feet. “Sirius, who is this?”

Sirius, who still looked entirely too solemn and a bit pale, motioned to the girl next to him, “Harry …. Hermione…. This is…. Uh…. this girl…. She says….”

Giving him an annoyed look, the girl stepped forward and put her hands on her hips, her head tilting familiarly. “It wasn’t my fault! Jamie was being stupid, trying to tell me what to do, and I wasn’t even doing anything wrong. I just thought that maybe Dora had gotten into Mum’s research lab and I was looking around and he has such a big fat head it got in my way and then I knocked over something on the desk—which really Mum why would you leave it unlocked—and then it started to glow and then I picked it up and then poof! I’m home, but there’s someone else living there who starts screaming, so of course I started screaming—”

Hermione and Harry had no idea what to make of the babbling which continued on and on in a faster and faster rate as if there was a time limit about to expire on the young girl's spiel. Sirius’ eyes widened as he listened before finally interrupting the story. “Calanthe Potter–”

The girl stopped and scowled. “Don’t call me Calanthe! I told you! It’s Callie.”

“Harry has a cousin we didn’t know about?” Hermione asked, trying to figure out what was going on.

Harry, though, was staring wide-eyed at the girl who looked so much like him and yet had the same scowling face as Hermione. He asked the only question that made sense. “When are you from?”

Callie’s lip jutting out with the barest hint of a tremble and her eyes watered as she held out a necklace that closely resembled the time turner Hermione had used in their third year of Hogwarts. “Twenty, twenty-four.” She paused for a minute, then dashed forward, throwing her arms around Harry. “I know I’m not supposed to mess up time, but I’m scared, Dad.”

Sirius cleared his throat and gestured to Callie, who hadn’t let go of her tight grip on Harry. “And her parents are Harry and Hermione Potter, as you’ve probably figured out.”

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omfg this is sooo cute! I love it!

Have some tissues ready, cause here’s a sad headcanon I came across:

One time at the dinner table in 12 grimmauld place, Sirius asked Hermione, who was currently talking to Harry, to pass the gravy. Once she did, he accidentally said, “Thanks Lily”. That is because the way she was looking at Harry was identical to the way Lily looked at James.

“Harry, you’re going to have to tell me eventually!”

“You can’t just show up at the Dursley’s, Mi!”

“You need to tell me why, though!”

“I’ll tell you later.” Hermione grinned at his response, and put asparagus on her plate. “This turkey is incredible, Mrs. Weasley!”

“Could you pass me the gravy?” Sirius asked Hermione, who nonchalantly pushed it across the table.

“Don’t thank me, dear! Harry’s the one who made it!” Harry turned bright red, and Hermione looked at him, awestruck.

“Thanks, Lils.” and at the same time “Wow, Harry!”

It took both Harry and Hermione a moment to realize what Sirius had called her. Harry cocked his head to the side and Sirius sheepishly laughed.

“Sorry, Prongslet and Mrs. Prongslet. Hermione just looks at you, the way Lily looked at your dad.”

“We-we’re not together,” Harry stuttered out, and Hermione blushed as red as Lily Potter’s hair once was.

“Keep telling yourself that. You’ll become Mrs. Prongslet soon enough.”

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Hello my son!

It's you and me now

Let's mama sleep a bit

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In the summer's golden light of an early morning in Godric's Hollow, a shared moment out of time between a boy and his son.

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😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️

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I'm pleased to announce that Baby Bumps & Broomstcks is ready to host its first fest!

The theme for this fest is Teen Pregnancy - and while we're aware that Teen Pregnancy is not everyone's cup of tea, we would like to take a moment to stare that we are not supporting teenage pregnancies but we are supportive of teenage parents no matter what their circumstances are. This fest is to celebrate authors and artists who have chosen to give teenage pregnancies representation within the Harry Potter fandom.

If you would like to join us, you can find further details, the fest rules, and important links here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/16FPjrLgzzhUVMSsqhOR7IwWmMj98XHT3QI6QkXWGMEo/edit?usp=sharing

I can't wait to see what everyone creates!

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Love this soooo much 🥰🥰🥰

pov: you’re harry being born to a bunch of 21 year olds

their thoughts and doodles below the cut <3

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I looove funny Harmony stories. I feel like there aren't enough

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Does anyone know this fic?!?! It sounds so cute and now I want it !

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Harmony Summertime Madness Prompt Spotlight! ~ 💖 Finding Your Soulmate!

Prompt:

In the magical world, you find things your soulmate loses.

Harry has always find little pieces of notes and study guides, occasionally books would turn up in strange places. He didn't realize what it meant until he went to the magical world and found out that magic always brought lost things to their soulmate.

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Harry Potter who lived at Number 4 Privet Drive in the cupboard under the stairs with his atrociously behaved relatives was unique for many reasons. Strange things happened to him even when he tried his best to behave. Sometimes things moved through the air around him or disappeared or in one memorable instance, his hair reappeared after he was given a really bad haircut.

Some of the strange things stayed on his mind longer than others though. The appearance of items around him that he had no memory of getting. His first memory of it happening, although the memories may have been influenced by his Aunt Petunia’s ranting was finding the perfectly fluffy stuffed orange kitten under his bed.

It had been so soft and huggable. Harry’s clothes and bedding were cast-offs from his cousin and the fabrics were usually thin and worn by the time he used them. So the small plush orange kitten had been a treasure. Even as young as he had been then he knew as soon as he held it to his chest that his aunt and uncle would take it away if they knew.

Harry would limit the time he allowed himself to touch it, only pulling it out when he absolutely needed it, or to be with him while he celebrated his birthday. Which of course had been the downfall of the kitten, who he had never named.

Dudley had heard him singing his birthday song and flung open the little door letting out a yell of triumph when he found Harry clutching the small plush. His Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had interrogated him thoroughly on where he had stolen it from, refusing to believe he had found it under his small bed.

They had thrown it in the trash and locked him in the cupboard for a week. He still missed that kitten sometimes. But he had found other things, small things where they shouldn’t be such as a bookmark covered with Perwinkle flowers. Of course, Harry hadn’t known what they were called and had to investigate quite secretively at his school library to figure it out.

It didn’t make sense for it to be there, under his pillow. His aunt, uncle, and cousin were definitely not readers, although his Aunt Petunia was named after a flower he knew. He had thought very briefly of asking her but didn’t want to risk getting accused of stealing again so kept silent on the topic, carefully tucking the bookmark away.

The next item had been a shiny red button found in his shoe. The button was unusual and heavy as if it was made from some type of stone, and not just a regular old button like the kind that were always missing from his shirts and jackets. It was harder for Harry to figure out what the button was made of, and he looked at books about rocks and stones for ages trying to place it.

When he turned eleven something happened that made everything else in his life make sense. He wasn’t just a normal boy, he was a wizard– and his parents had been wizards too! His magic had been making itself known all those years getting him into trouble. How strange that his magic had given him such little items though the years though. Tentatively while out with the giant of a man who had revealed everything and gotten him his first birthday cake he asked, “Hagrid?”

“Yeh?” The giant looked down on him with the perpetually kind expression that he hadn’t shown at all to the Dursleys.

“Some things I can figure out why my magic did things. Like when it helped me regrow my hair. But sometimes it did strange things! Like why would my magic bring me buttons and bookmarks and things?”

Hagrid frowned thoughtfully. “Did you need a bookmark or button?”

“Well… I suppose? I mean I guess those are useful things and I was always missing buttons…”

“See! When you get to Hogwarts you’ll learn all about it! Don’t worry!”

Harry smiled up at him. “Yeah okay.”

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With a disgruntled sigh, Hermione Granger pulled a mashed-up Quidditch magazine from her satchel. Why would Ron have given her this? Boys were so weird.

She snatched the offending magazine out and stomped down to where Ron and Harry were busy being not busy playing exploding snap with Seamus and Neville. “Ron! You left your magazine in my stuff! Why would you even put it there? You two are always losing your stuff and leaving me to find it—”

“I lose my stuff properly! When it's gone – it's gone.” Ron boasted, strangely prideful of the fact. “It’s always Harry’s stuff! Get on him!”

Harry looked up from the game with a sheepish smile, Hermione was always finding his things, and he swore he didn’t put them where she found them! He looked at the familiar magazine he had misplaced the week earlier. “Sorry. Yes, that’s mine!”

Hermione softened a little at that handing him the magazine. “Okay, well, be careful with your things okay?”

“Sure Hermione, thanks.” He smiled at her.

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Harry reached blearily under his bed for his shoes, his eyes only half open since he was blind anyway without his glasses. His hand encountered something cool and round instead and he frowned as he grabbed it holding it close to his face with his left hand while his right reached for his glasses.

It was a perfume bottle. How weird. He looked around at the other boys in the dorm. It was obviously a girl’s perfume bottle, the color and design didn’t seem like something a boy would have – but then what would he know about it?

Looking around again to make sure no one else saw him he spritzed the bottle on his arm and sniffed cautiously.

Immediately the memory of the last time he had smelled that came to mind. It had been at the Yule Ball and he had been at the base of the stairs trying not to gape as Hermione glided down the steps looking very different than she usually did.

“You–you look beautiful.” He had sputtered trying not to sound like an idiot. Hermione had grinned at him and hugged him tight and he had smelled this perfume.

It was Hermione’s perfume bottle. How had it gotten under his bed?

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5th Year

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“I could be doing so much more than they let me— they are all too cautious—” Sirius groused as he followed Harry to his room at Grimmauld Place.

“You know the ministry is still corrupt. It’s would be dangerous if they catch you, plus I can’t wait until summer maybe we could do something together!” Harry bounced on his bed while Sirius stopped near his dresser fiddling with his things.

“Maybe your little friend will make us some more polyjuice potion,” Sirius suggested slyly. “I’d make sure she didn’t turn into a kitten this time.”

“Do not ever tell her I told you that,” Harry warned sternly. He had been a bit too excited with his correspondence to Sirius and telling him everything that happened in his life and some things he didn’t want repeated.

Sirius grinned. “Cross my heart and hope to die!”

Harry winced.

“Oh don’t be like that.” Sirius turned toward the dresser having spotted the strangest collection of things in a box. He picked up a heavy red button weighing it in his hand. “Carnelian.”

“What?” Harry got up seeing Sirius had picked up something. “Oh, those are my found things.”

“Your found things?”

Harry shrugged. “I think sometimes my magic makes things for me to find. Or I think that’s what I was told about it. Like accidental magic.”

Sirius frowned. “That doesn’t sound right. Who told you that?”

Harry scratched the back of his head. “Uh, Hagrid?”

“Right.” Sirius paused not commenting on the source of the information. “So tell me about these found things?”

Sirius watched as his godson talked about all the things in the keepsake box, his fingertips touching the items affectionately. The more Harry spoke, the more certainty and the happiness Sirius felt for Harry grew harder to contain as a smile spread across his face.

When Harry finally paused, holding the carnelian button, Sirius asked, “Harry has anyone ever talked to you about soulmates?”

Harry wrinkled his nose. “Uh no?”

“I don’t know about in the muggle world, but in the magical world soulmates exist. It’s very rare magic so it’s not often talked about.”

“Okay.” Harry drew out the word not sure what his godfather was getting at.

“Magic will tie two people together and it helps us find the person at the other end by giving us little clues.” Sirius tapped Harry’s hand. “If I’m right, that was something your soulmate lost and magic it brought it to you.”

Harry made a disbelieving sound. “No, I’m just — I don’t know things just appear near me. I always find Hermione’s stuff somehow too you know —”

“Hermione?”

“Yes like even once I found her earring in—” Harry trailed off meeting Sirius’ knowing gaze with wide eyes.

“Do you find anyone else’s things?”

“Not like that.” He whispered, clutching the red button harder. Soulmates? Harry dashed out of the room, running to the hall where Hermione was staying. “Hermione!” He pounded on her door to get her to open it.

The door flew open in seconds, Hermione looking around a bit panicked. “What! What? Are you okay? What’s happening?”

Harry held the button in her face. “Is this yours?”

Hermione went almost crossed-eyed at how close Harry held the small red thing to her face before she jerked back and snatched it out of his hand. “Really, Harry, if you’ve found something of mine you could have just given it—” She stopped looking at the button.

Harry didn’t know how he felt as he stared at Hermione inspecting the button, his heart was beating too fast and his entire body felt jittery like he was plugged into an electrical socket. “Hermione?”

“This is so bizarre,” Hermione said softly running her thumb over the button. “When I was nine my mother bought me this white sweater with the most beautiful little red buttons. It was my absolute favorite and I wore it all the time but once when we were out somehow I lost a button. How did you even…”

When Harry just stood there staring at her, Sirius decided to give another nudge. “Hermione, this may seem like a peculiar question… but did ever find strange things when you were younger?”

“Oh yes,” Hermione said absently still absorbed in trying to figure out how Harry had managed to find the button she had lost before she even met him. He found her things frequently but that was just because they were close friends… but this….

“Can you show us?” Sirius asked when Harry remained silent staring at her.

“Well, alot of it was strange stuff. Broken toys and socks with holes…” Hermione turned walking slowly to her bag. “There were some things I kept though.” She gave a small laugh. “I don’t know why I just couldn’t throw it away.” She reached into her bag pulling out a small toy soldier with a scratch across its eye.

Harry’s face lit up at the sight. “That was my favorite for ages!” He exclaimed reaching for the small toy. He had used to pretend it was his friend as they both had scars on their faces.

Hermione handed it over a little hesitantly. It had been with her so long even though it was Harry it still felt strange to let go of it. She turned the button around and around in her hand as she tried to figure out what it meant.

Sirius observed both children’s baffled expressions with barely suppressed glee. He didn’t think he had felt this happy for someone else since he had spent the whole day preventing Prongs from walking into walls after Lily said yes to marriage. With absolutely no tact he told them both, “Congratulations! You’re soulmates!” He paused thinking. “Although you should probably wait to get married until after we take care of this dark lord business.”

“What!” Harry and Hermione yelled in unison, clutching the lost things that magic had given to their soulmate.

Sirius held up his hands, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh well, maybe I can be persuaded for sooner, I’ve never met magical soulmates before, after all.”

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Okay sorry one more. An oldie from 2018 that I totally forgot about that I??? Love???

James??? And Harry???? 🥹

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Ok! James was maybe a little bit overprotective of Lily during her pregnancy... just a tad! And Lily was maybe a bit tired of it sometimes.

Day 4 : "Our little family"

For "All Alight with Happiness" week hosted by @mppmaraudergirl

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What is Myst writing?????? Things! I'm writing things and then jumping to other things... and more things...

These things ofcourse are being done in a very haphazard way, a little bit here a little bit there. I've posted snippets randomly but haven't published any updates lately. I will I think and perhaps go on an announced hiatus as opposed to just not publishing any chapters quietly.

The following is a bit more work on the companion piece to 40 Days. Mind the tags.

Warning: Violence; Graphic; Cursing; Dark Harry; Murderous Harry; Dark Humor; First Person POV

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I turned on my side, ignoring the faint pull of the wet floor on my damp clothing, meeting the wide eyes of the man next to me. “You see I figured it out– I mean it took me awhile—I’m not Hermione Granger after all.” I gave a small laugh at that, thinking of Hermione back in the tent counting her syllables. She was a little stuck right now, but in the end, she would be alright.

I’d make sure of it.

“Listening to Dumbledore was where I went wrong. He meant well of course and I suppose his ideals were admirable. “ I mimicked his old man voice with its perpetual twinkly optimism. “It is important to fight and fight again, and keep fighting, Harry, for only then can evil be kept at bay though never quite eradicated.”

I sat up, the revelation rushing through me again with an almost mad glee. “But he was wrong! It can be eradicated!” I held up my wet and bruised hand, the cuts oozing. “You just have to be willing to see it through, to embrace the consequence.”

I turned to the man next to me, ignoring his flinch. “I almost had it when Sirius died and I went after Bellatrix. I felt the resolve inside me as I chased that fucking mad bitch.” The echo of the emotions from that day still burned, joining the fire already inside me that pulsed erratically, flaring and snarling. “Crucio,” I whispered and the man whimpered as he stared up at me with glazed eyes.

“I don’t even have my wand pointed at you, you stupid git,” I told him rolling my eyes as I leaned closer to his face. “We’re having a conversation here aren’t we?” Slytherin’s locket shifted on my neck its pulse matching my own. The man’s eyes shifted watching the faint swing of the locket and his eyes half closed as if he was being lulled to sleep.

I dug my fingers into the hole in his shoulder and his eyes flared wide again as he tried to scream. “Don’t fall asleep that’s kind of rude innit?” Satisfied he was properly awake again I sat back, crossing my legs and bracing my elbows on my knees resting my head on my hands.

“What Dumbledore got wrong — and honestly even Voldemort gets wrong— is that you cannot create a new society on top of the old. There is no re-education, there is no redemption. You have to destroy in order to create.” There were cracks of apparition outside and I smiled down at the master potioneer who had been supplying Death Eaters to survive.

“People like you are like fertilizer for them to grow. Your fucking weakness, your victimhood enables them to thrive. I have to not just destroy them—” I leaned close to him as the door slammed open. “I have to destroy you too. I will eradicate every single fucking root, so she can have a safer world.”

Three death eaters rushed into the room and stopped gaping at the sight. Blood was so thick on the floor it pooled, the dimness of the room making it appear like black toxic puddles. I could feel it clinging to me, spattered in my hair and face, and soaking my clothes. The pieces of bodies surrounded me, dripping and eyes staring vacantly while their mouths were twisted in screams cut short.

The lead death eater visibly leaned back at the sight. “What the bloody fuck happened here?”

Three death eaters rushed into the room and stopped gaping at the sight. Blood was so thick on the floor it pooled, the dimness of the room making it appear like black toxic puddles. I could feel it clinging to me, spattered in my hair and face, and soaking my clothes. The pieces of bodies surrounded me, dripping and eyes staring vacantly while their mouths were twisted in screams cut short. 

The lead death eater visibly leaned back at the sight. “What the bloody fuck happened here?” 

I laughed at the phrase.  Bloody fuck.  Yeah, that was kind of apt. These arseholes (forgive me Hermione) were unintentionally hilarious quite often.  

The man on the left growled at me, “You think that’s funny boy?” He raised his wand. “Crucio!” 

I dodged the spell, my wand pointing at his wrist, “Diffindo!” He screamed as he fell to his knees clutching the stump where his arm used to be. His voice shook as he screamed, his mouth opening wider than seemed possible.  The trilling decibels of his screaming almost seemed like he was doing some type of macabre opera. 

My hand! Oh, my bloody hand! Where did you go…

“Fuck! Ernie!” The other wizard ran to the man on the floor his wand trying to stem the spurting blood. 

I laughed harder as I dodged the green killing spell of the leader.  The changeable beat of my heart lurched again, twisting inside me as I rolled, endorphins rushing through me like a drug.  Ernie? Voldemort has a death eater named Ernie.  Like fuck, these guys…. So hilarious.

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Harmony Summertime Madness Prompt Spotlight! ~ 👀 Death Eater Harry!

Woah...

Prompt: Harry is raised by Bellatrix/Voldemort and Hermione Granger is given the mission to spy on him for the order by Dumbledore.

I'm seriously intrigued by a bad Harry. Would Hermione be able to drag him to the light? 🤔🤔🤔🤔 I haven't really seen this explored too much - and adding on to this prompt what if Voldemort did this because he KNEW he accidentally made Harry into a Horcrux by killing his mother?

The possibilities!!

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When you finally won the battle of opening up your WIP to edit but your brain is fighting you on touching the document so you’re in paralysis like