#The ‘Sacred Store’ is Hogwarts

[xotrashratxo]

American Pie by Don McLean but it’s about the Marauders on October 31st, 1981

[yasministration]

traditions - remus lupin

part of my potter!reader x remus lupin secret relationship au - this is more focused on r! and james's relationship.

On the twenty seventh night of march in 1972, Professor McGonagall had come by two huddled figures in the twilight shadows of the courtyard, the moonlight casting a light upon hidden faces, holding a long letter between them, small parcels on the ground around them.

She had known the Potter twins proved to be trouble, but when it was over something so innocent, she couldn’t bring herself to be angry. As she approached the two first years, their whispers became more prominent, quiet giggles between them. And then, finally, they noticed her. You had gasped, slapping James in the arm to bring his attention to the intimidating Professor, her figure unmistakable in her pointed witch’s hat, robes flowing around her.

“I’m sorry Professor!” You had squeaked, hands immediately working to gather your things. Ever so obedient, scared to defy a person of authority you respected oh so much. James, on the other hand, grinned, as though he knew his next words would get you out of trouble. “It’s our birthday, Professor!”

Professor McGonagall’s lips tugged upwards, but she didn’t let you witness the smile on her face. Instead, she said with her signature unimpressed glare “Get to bed, the both of you.” Grabbing the letter, you scurried away, into the castle, leaving James to grasp the two small parcels — gifts from your parents — and follow after you with a last goodnight to the deputy headmistress.

And now, six years later, the same two figures sat hidden away in the tranquility of Hogwarts’s silent night, thick jumpers wrapped around you, the unforgiving weather of early spring roaring around you. It was a tradition of yours, McGonagall learned. Out of pure curiosity, in your second year at Hogwarts, she had visited the courtyard whilst doing her nightly rounds, a smile on her face at the realisation that the same pair of twins read aloud a letter from their parents and opened their gifts. She was glad to know that you were still best friends then, despite being so different and having different friends.

So in secret, Professor McGonagall returned to the courtyard on every night of your birthday. Tonight would be the last time she’d get to witness your little ritual, both of you graduating in just a couple of months. Now, you both didn’t bother trying to hide in your meet up spot, legs extended to provide you comfort whilst you tugged yourself underneath your thick, woolly scarf. You weren’t children anymore, but young adults, ready to take on what the world had to throw at you.

Professor McGonagall approached you, imitating your movements by staying hidden near the wall’s shadows, hoping to stay out of your ray of vision. You sat with James, shoulders touching as you held the letter from your parents in gloved hands, the wind attempting to fight the parchment out of your hands. Alas, you held on, reading out the loving words signed ‘Mum and Dad’.

Your bags of candies had already been ripped open, each having a stash catered to your own liking from the parents who loved you so much. Despite being six years older from when you’d hidden here for the first time, you still exchanged the cards you’d gotten with your chocolate frogs, now a pile of crumbs beneath you, all traces of chocolate otherwise gone. ‘For our beautiful twins. Will your smiles always stay as bright as those of children in a candy store.’ They had written, your last gift from them being the piles of sweets that would likely last you until graduation. Or perhaps just one lonely night.

It was bittersweet, knowing you would never have a birthday like this again — just the two of you, running away from the party your friends had thrown for you to spend sacred minutes together.

A long moment of silence passed before you turned to face your brother, voice quiet, happy. “Do you wanna see what Remus got me?” James nodded, shifting to face you, watching as you fished under the neckline of your jumper, pulling out a locket as you unraveled the scarf from around your neck. James squinted his eyes, smiling softly at the heart shaped locket with you and Remus’s initials engraved into the metal. You opened it, revealing the image of you Lily had taken of you and your boyfriend only a month ago. In the snow, Remus held you in a tight embrace. Your head was tilted upwards, watching him with loving eyes as he returned your gaze, a fond smile so clear on his face, your lips almost touching.

Instead of replying, James bumped his shoulder against yours, smiling at the daydreaming look on your face, staring into the photo. “He’s so perfect.” James scoffed, rolling his eyes “Okay, you sap.” But he knew there was nothing he would change about his best friend either. “Did you like Lily’s gift?” You asked. James’s mouth opened, but then he furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at you suspiciously. “Of course I know what she got you, I’m her best friend.” You added, replying to James’s unspoken question. He nodded quietly before a shy smile made its way onto his face. “Yeah, I really love it.”

At your sudden giggle, James’s head snapped back towards you. “Look at us. In committed relationships at the ripe age of eighteen. Who would have thought?” “Well I knew I’d have someone, but for you to be in a relationship? That’s-“ He blew a raspberry, extending his arms out in exaggeration. He yelped, feeling your fist slam into his bicep, and huffed stubbornly.

“Point proven.”

Professor McGonagall smiled from the other side of the courtyard, shivering slightly as a gust of wind blew past her. She retreated into the castle, hoping that soon, you would too. But she wasn’t the only one watching. From the gryffindor tower’s balcony, Remus kept his eyes trained onto you, who had begun wrestling with James. He sighed, resting his chin on his hand, recalling the moment he had with James as he watched you dance with Lily. He suddenly didn’t know if his confession had been too much for your brother, but he knew it was the truth.

“I’m gonna marry her one day, James.” Remus had said. And taking one last sip of his drink, James had shot Remus an incredulous look, replying with “You better.” And as he walked away, he heard him add “Who the fuck else?"

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[shadowtriovibes]

break a sweat: prologue

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Chapter Rating: G [Fic Rating: E]

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: Sebastian Sallow was seven years old the first time he rode a broom.

i'm officially launching my rewrite of the "break a sweat" series as a multichapter fic! please enjoy this new prologue, which sees sebastian receive his first broom.

AO3 permalink: break a sweat

November 7, 1881

Sebastian Sallow was seven years old the first time he rode a broom.

He awoke on the morning of his birthday as he did most days, tucked inside the cozy warmth of the Sallow family’s coastal cottage.

November had arrived in the Highlands, which surely meant that winter was just around the corner. But that morning, the sun shone brightly over the rocky shoreline and the powerful gusts of wind with which Sebastian had become intimately familiar seemed to be holding themselves back.

It was almost as if the wind itself knew that this day was special – that one young boy would soon be meeting one of the greatest loves of his life: flight.

—

Albert and Margeret Sallow had left London with their young children in 1877. The family settled near the Firth of Forth in Ivanbreck, a small wizarding hamlet just outside the Muggle town of Gullane and not more than thirty kilometers from Edinburgh.

Four years later, the children had grown into curious, restless young things whose minds seemed to wander past the walls of their family home and out across the hills and valleys that lined the winding road toward Hogwarts.

Still without their own magic, the twins spent most of their days at their mother’s knee reading books well beyond their years about the study of magic. Sebastian and Anne were both desperate to start school, much to their parents’ bittersweet delight.

When Sebastian blinked awake the morning of this seventh birthday, the first thing he thought to himself was Only four more birthdays until Hogwarts.

Sebastian and Anne tumbled downstairs like a pair of drunken nifflers, slipping and sliding in their thick woolen socks toward the kitchen, where the smell of rich breakfast foods called them in like a siren’s song.

“Mummy!” Anne called out happily, skidding into her mother’s open arms. “It’s our birthday!”

Sebastian nearly collided with the dining table, only to be spared when his father snagged him by the sleeve of his pajamas and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Happy birthday, son,” Albert murmured into his sleep-mussed hair.

Then his mother hugged him as well, pressing seven kisses to each of Sebastian’s cheeks while he giggled delightedly.

“You two are getting so big,” Margeret crooned. “Seven years old, I can hardly believe it!”

“Go on, Maggie, let the boy breathe,” Albert laughed.

His mother had prepared a special breakfast with all the family’s favorites: thick-sliced bacon, oat porridge, juicy sausages, toasted oat bread, and, perhaps most importantly to Sebastian, a basket full of warm tattie scones.

“Make sure you have plenty to eat,” Albert said, winking across the table at his wife. “You’ll be needing your energy this afternoon.”

Sebastian squirmed with excitement throughout the meal as he wondered what his parents had in store for him and his sister. Birthdays were sacred to the Sallow family, and he’d never had one that was anything less than spectacular. (Of course, he could only remember a handful of birthdays at such a tender age).

Would they be going into the city to see the Muggle museum? Or perhaps Diagon Alley to get some new books… Maybe, he thought, just maybe they’ll get to see Hogwarts.

But instead of instructing the twins to get dressed and put on their traveling cloaks, Albert and Margeret simply took their children’s hands and guided them to the sitting room.

Resting on the low table by the fireplace were two long, thin packages wrapped in brown parcel paper and tied up with string. Each package had a small tag hanging from the narrower end: one marked with an S and the other with an A.

Sebastian felt his fingertips start to tingle as he tiptoed toward the table. Is this magic? he wondered to himself. Is it happening now?

“Go on, sweetheart,” Margeret whispered to Anne, who clung tightly to her skirts. “That one’s for you, do you see the ‘A’ on it?”

While Anne gingerly untied the wrapping strings and rolled back the paper, Sebastian eagerly tore into his gift with no thought of preserving its wrappings.

Inside was a riding broom. Shorter than a standard model from the sporting goods shop on the high street, this broom was evidently made for children who had yet to receive their magic. It had shiny metal footrests at the bottom and handles at the top with leather grips. Etched into the top of the broom handle were the words Oakshaft ‘81 – Junior.

Sebastian’s fingers trembled as he stroked his fingers down the length of the polished handle. He could have sworn he saw a handful of sparks flicker from his hands as he lifted the broom, but as soon as he noticed them they dissipated into thin air.

“What do you think, my boy?” Albert asked him proudly.

Sebastian hardly knew what to think. Brooms like this didn’t come cheap, much less two. His parents had always seemed comfortable as young professors, studying magical theory and offering instruction to a handful of local wizarding families with homeschooled children. But a gift like this…

“Thank you,” Sebastian whispered, blinking back tears. “I love it, thank you.”

With a proud smile, Albert scooped up a teary-eyed Anne and asked, “What do you think? Should we take them out for a spin?”

The rest of the afternoon, Margeret watched from the ground with a book in her lap, watching with equal parts maternal joy and anxious fear as Albert circled the twins on his dependable Smethwyck Spinner from the 1870s. To begin, he taught Sebastian and Anne how to kick off from the ground and ascend into the air.

“That’s it!” Albert roared as Sebastian floated fifty feet into the air and spun in a wobbly circle. “Excellent work, Sebastian!”

Anne took a bit more coaching to eventually lift her feet off the ground, but by the time she was giggling nervously and taking slow laps around the cottage, Sebastian had discovered the aerodynamics of forward flight.

“Not too fast, darling!” Margeret called out from below. “Oh, please do be careful…”

Sebastian didn’t touch the ground again for hours. By the time he eventually landed, panting and windswept and deliriously happy, it was nearly time for dinner.

“I take it you like your gift, hmm?” Albert asked with a knowing grin as he helped Sebastian store his broom in the small shed behind the house.

“I love it!” Sebastian exclaimed. “I’m gonna fly every day, and I’m going to be so good – maybe I’ll even play Quidditch!”

“Maybe you will,” Albert said indulgently.

“Dad, did you play Quidditch while you were in school?” he asked curiously.

Albert shook his head. “No, I wasn’t very good back then. I suppose I’m a fair flyer now, but the rest of it – the athleticism – that wasn’t for me. Nearly always had my nose buried in a book back then.”

“You still do!” Sebastian pointed out, and Albert laughed, tossing his head back.

“Aye, I do,” he agreed. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I suppose. But if Quidditch makes you happy, you ought to go after it. There are plenty of things you can’t learn in books, after all.”

—

Sebastian and Anne were orphaned in the spring of 1882. In the end, Sebastian learned that perhaps there was a downside to having your nose buried in a book all day.

Feldcroft was a smaller hamlet than Ivanbreck. Uncle Solomon was less patient than Albert and Margeret, and he hardly had any books in his rather unadorned cottage.

…Sebastian didn’t want to be a professor anymore.

But he still had his broom.

By the time his eighth birthday arrived, Sebastian had already decided that he’d do whatever it took to be the best damn Quidditch player Hogwarts has ever seen.

[dhr-ao3]

The Forsaken House

The Forsaken House https://ift.tt/CPdwEQD by NoRemedyForMemories Head Girl Hermione Granger returns to Hogwarts for her eighth year and is re-Sorted into her rightful House. Slytherin House. The will of The Fates drags Hermione and freshly pardoned Head Boy Draco Malfoy into a twisted journey where they will solve riddles of prophecy, unravel the tapestries that bind the Sacred Twenty Eight, and unveil their destiny as it is written in the stars.   Miss Granger.. We both know why you are here. Shall we just get on with it then? Excellent! It has been foretold, Miss Granger. So do not fret! Might an old hat suggest a nip from Mr. Malfoy’s cup on your way out to steady the nerves before your journey? Probably Lord Nott’s as well if one had to guess. Why Miss Granger, surely you saw this coming? The Brightest Witch of the Age was not meant to solve riddles from the sidelines. The Fates have much more in store for you. Now, chin up. Off to the Hall of Prophecy you go! “SLYTHERIN!” Words: 5421, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Daphne Greengrass, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Severus Snape Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom/Theodore Nott, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson/Harry Potter Additional Tags: POV Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, BAMF Hermione Granger, BAMF Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts Eighth Year, The Sacred Twenty-Eight (Harry Potter), Theo is a Little Shit, Hermione Granger & Theodore Nott Friendship, Soul Bond, Prophecy, Pining Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Friendship, Possessive Draco Malfoy, Protective Draco Malfoy, Inappropriate Use of Malfoy Signet Ring (Harry Potter), BAMF Theodore Nott, The Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter (Harry Potter), Dry Sex, Oral Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Death Eater Attacks, Severus Snape Needs a Hug, Blood Purity Prejudice & Pureblood Supremacy (Harry Potter), Slytherin Hermione Granger, Head Girl Hermione Granger, Head Boy Draco Malfoy, Warning: Fenrir Greyback, Obsessive Antonin Dolohov, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Canon Divergence - Post-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Action/Adventure, Hogwarts Sorting Hat, Department of Mysteries (Harry Potter), Morally Grey Hermione Granger, Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Regulus Black Needs a Hug via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Bftor4p November 24, 2024 at 08:10PM

[tomionefinds]

Hello! My searches didn't turn up anything so I thought I would try here. I'm pretty positive it is a time travel fic but I am unsure if Tom/Hermione are still at Hogwarts or not. I remember Hermione wanting to know more about Tom so one day he (literally) sneaks her into Wool's Orphanage so she could see how he grew up. The part I recall most is that they end up in the kitchen where he shares his favorite meal with her which was bread dipped in milk and sugar.

Hi Akokirikid:

It's in Time and Evil --the author helped us answer this one!

Bread and milk and a bit of cinnamon - Mod Haus

Time and Evil by OtosyKarim

E | WIP | 217k

An unknown spell sends Hermione to a time where she's adopted and raised by a sacred pureblood family. But her fate has much more in store for her. Her life gets knotted with Tom Riddle, the future Dark Lord. Arrogant, brilliant, and haunted by a thirst for power, Tom is a force she must stop. But craving his touch, warmth, and affection was never part of the plan. Tom Riddle, confident in his destiny and heritage as the heir of Slytherin, always believed he's untouchable. That is, until he meets Hermione—a sharp, intriguing, and infuriatingly clever witch who unsettles his carefully controlled world. Her intelligence and allure ignite feelings he can't control, making him determined to dominate her, yet unable to let her go. In a dangerous game of destiny and desire, the cat-and-mouse chase begins.

[viiktorious]

⧼   sean teale, cis man, he/him   /   achilles come down by gang of youths + viktor - latin origin meaning 'champion' you were named with the intention that no matter what the situation you're in you'll always come out on top. it's a heavy burden to place on someone's shoulder, and you felt the weight at a very young age. lucky for you you've always shown promise and talent. the sky blessed you with the innate ability to fly across it with ease, to do what many non-magical men can only dream of. it's a blessing and you've taken it with stride. it fills you in ways nothing else seems to do. with a broom and golden in your hand you've become victorious; family - a sacred bond. the reason you exist and the collection of hands that molded you into the man you are now. in an environment where the pull of darkness is like a siren song they are the reason you have not been led astray. the past, the people you've lost have become the guiding light in your life. friends - the family you make. the reason you know that sometimes some bonds are just as strong as the pull of the blood coursing through your veins. blood you would readily spill if those bonds were ever endangered. fiercely loyal to a fault. you'd put your life on the line for anyone that earned a spot within your heart; love - old english, german, latin or ancient greek. to love is to care. filial, platonic or romantic. the latter... for you? unknown. more elusive than a golden snitch. it is something you dream about, to have what so many before you were able to obtain. the path of a victor is lonely it seems.  ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that VIKTOR KRUM? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the THIRTY TWO year old pure blood WIZARD is a DURMSTRANG INSTITUTE alumnus who has gone on to be a WORLD CLASS QUIDDITCH PLAYER & TEMPORARY HOGWARTS CO-COACH. i’ve heard they can be quite LOYAL & HONORABLE, but i don’t know… they came off very CLOSED OFF & SHORT TEMPERED in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

he's an only child and it shows. his parents ( aleksander and stefania krum ) spoiled him quite a bit, but that love also came with very high expectations for viktor. their affection seemed to be a little bit transactional, though i don't believe they did it intentionally and had his best interest at hand... but he realized at a young age that if he got good grades then soon after he would get a new broom, or the toys he'd been eyeing at the store on their last outing. it was sort of a 'win-win' situation but also an incredibly heavy burden. though it was also partially self-imposed. ( he was a little bit too proud to not strive to be the best in everything he was involved in )

he's very much an example of 'only child syndrome' with certain traits ( most of them not good ) though mainly the difficulty to socialize, the inability to share, the perfectionism, introversion, sensitivity to criticism, and as he grew up... the loneliness. which honestly didn't get any better once he started to show some real talent for quidditch, but it seemed like besides his teammates everyone only wanted to get close to him for their five seconds of fame and he honestly hated that.

the fact that he seemed to be a bit of an outlier in durmstrang, a dark arts institute with igor karkaroff as a headmaster during his schooling, also didn't make things any easier. the people he actually trusted were very few, he was able to count them with one hand. his short temper made him very ... use fists first, ask questions later ... so you know, not the best way to make meaningful connections !

then his last year came and we all know how that turned out, but basically: visiting hogwarts ( good ), meeting hermione ( very good ), befriending harry ( also very good ), being selected for the triwizard tournament ( not in his plans but why not ? new experiences and all ), being manipulated like a puppet with the imperius curse by a death eater, forced to torture cedric diggory with the cruciatus curse and then getting stunned and disqualified ? ( 0 / 10 quite frankly very awful, would NOT recommend, still have nightmares about it ).

after that i like to imagine he graduated and started trying to live his best life as a quidditch player then fast forward to fleur's wedding ... someone he ✨ trauma bonded ✨ and kept in contact with ... getting ambushed and attacked by even more death eaters ? click here for his reaction !

feeling that attack a little bit too personal he decided to stay in britain and help the order of the phoenix as much as he could. i don't think he was heavily involved in the second wizarding war, not in the front lines and definitely not nearly as much as he would have wanted to be. but he did provide aid, and a safe heaven to those that needed to get out of britain and had gotten hurt somehow. ( he was a pretty good healer, almost had to be with how accident prone quidditch players are ) but he did his best to help as much as possible. i have more Thoughts here and Possibilities but i still need to unravel them some more. him not being heavily involved also meant he didn't find out about many things until way after the fact ( mainly harry's "death" ) he only stayed until the funeral and then promptly went back to bulgaria to try to keep on living despite everything that happened.

back in bulgaria... home doesn't feel like home anymore. so he dives into his passion full time, not being one too in tune with his emotions he decides to do his utmost to ignore and move on. and it does work for a few years at least, but the universe has a funny way of repeating events and he gets word of what's happening again. and so he takes a "break" from his quidditch career and contacts professor mcgonagall for a position as a temporary co-coach... though his intention is more being involved, actually helping this time and hopefully protecting those he holds dear.

aaaaand... this is where we are now ♡

[incendio22]

FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Pt 2 Chapter 19: Confessions

October passed quickly. The snow kept falling, Slytherin kept winning in quidditch and the parties kept us up late at night. There is something special about being in your last year at Hogwarts. While you're still in school, you have no responsibilities except to show up for class and do your homework. But yet you have this feeling that you need to get yourself together, because in no time you'll be out of here and enter the real wizarding world. And despite my wide selection of courses, I still have no clue what I want to do after Hogwarts. Possibly working with dark magic of some kind, but that might be a risk given my own magical powers.

I head to defence against dark arts class and sit down next to Natty. I can feel Garreth staring at me, but I choose to only give him a slight smile and nothing else. Professor Hecat enters the classroom, ordering us to open page 396 and for the entire class we study the uses and effects of Bombarda Maxima. I had grown to really like the spell Bombarda, so I was looking forward to learning the more damaging version of the very same spell. When practicing, Garreth accidently blows up one of Hecat's training dummies and she gives him a very strict eye.

''Five point from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley,'' she mutters and the classroom echoes with a massive sigh from Garreth. ''One more sigh and I will gladly take five more.''

Everyone looks around carefully and Garreth looks devastated. I'm unsure if it's because of the damage to the training dummy or having points taken from Gryffindor.

''He's been like this for almost two weeks,'' Natty whispers. ''No one knows what's going on.''

''That's weird,'' I tell her under my breath.

I had decided to meet with Ominis, Imelda and Sebastian later that day when we all had free periods. I arrive in the Undercroft and see Sebastian sitting there with the book I gave him. He looks up and smiles at me.

''New girl,'' he says with a smile.

''I really need to find a nickname for you,'' I sigh as I kiss his cheek before sitting down next to him.

''You know I prefer it when you use my name,'' he says and tilts his head.

''So do I, but you still insist on calling me nicknames,'' I argue whilst moving closer to him.

''That's because I make the rules,'' Sebastian says with a smirk and kisses my forehead.

He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers into a knot. It feels so right. We are soon interrupted by Ominis and Imelda entering the Undercroft laughing. Neither of them sees us and we are taken by surprise when Imelda pushes Ominis up against the wall right next to the entrance and they kiss passionately. Sebastian and I exchange looks, I look uncomfortable and Sebastian looks thrilled. Eventually I force a cough to let them know about our presence.

''Oh,'' I hear Imelda and Ominis say together at once.

''We didn't notice...'' Imelda starts explaining herself.

''This place is sacred for makeouts,'' Sebastian says with a laugh. ''No need for apologies.''

''Wait,'' Ominis starts quickly. ''Do you come here for makeout sessions?''

''I don't kiss and tell,'' I say with a smirk.

''I do,'' Sebastian argues and smiles at me. ''At least when I'm around friends.''

''I really don't want to hear more,'' Ominis says and walks deeper into the Undercroft.

I go with him and stand under one of the burning torches. The rest of the three gather in front of me.

''So, what's the plan?'' Imelda asks impatiently.

I don't have a plan figured out. That's why I need to think with them.

''We start by heading back to the very same castle,'' I tell them. ''Search for the container, and if it's not there we need to look for any other possible camps where they could store it.''

''Exactly how do we get there?'' Ominis asks.

''By brooms, of course,'' Imelda says as if it's the most obvious thing ever. ''Y/n and I will just take you on our brooms. It's too riskful to apparate and we need a quick way out of there if that's necessary.''

''Good point,'' Sebastian says. ''I'm not a big fan of flying, but it might be safer than apparating. Especially out of there.''

''And what's our fighting strategy?'' Ominis asks.

I had never even thought of a strategy when it comes to fighting. It had always come to me naturally, which made it relatively easy for me to battle big groups on my own successfully.

''Y/n has her supermagic,'' Sebastian says. ''So I say she should focus on the stronger ones with me. Ominis, you sneak around and petrify them and Imelda you just blast them up.''

''This doesn't sound too promising,'' Ominis complains. ''But I assume it's the best we have.''

''We leave Sunday morning,'' I tell them. ''Meet me outside the common room at six in the morning. We need to be back in the castle the same night.''

Sebastian and I leave Ominis and Imelda to what they started when they entered the Undercroft. He takes my hand as we walk through the defence against the dark arts tower. I know he doesn't like to show off around people, which is why this feels so special for me. Not that there are many people around, but still. Most of our love had always been kept between four walls. I pull our hands closer to my chest, as if I'm hugging them. He smiles. When we walk through the courtyard he stops and looks up into the sky.

''It's really clear tonight,'' he says softly. ''Wanna go up to the astronomy tower?''

He knows it's one of my favourite places in the castle and that I love star gazing. I don't even respond before I fasten my step heading towards the tower. We climb the long tower of stairs, but between every set of steps I stop to kiss him. It made the endless amount of stairs a bit more enjoyable. As we get on the observation deck we stop to look out into the sky, still holding hands.

''I always loved stars,'' I tell him softly.

''Maybe you were a centaur in your life before this,'' Sebastian jokes.

''Don't start,'' I tell him seriously.

''Are you daring me?'' he says with a smirk. ''Might as well start calling you my little centaur, instead of new girl.''

''You wouldn't'', I tell him and punch his arm lightly.

''I most definitely would,'' he says, burning his eyes into mine. ''But I have other nicknames I like better.''

''Me too,'' I tell him.

''Any ones in particular?'' he asks with a smirk on his face, tilting his head.

I am screaming internally. He pushes all of my buttons and I love it, it makes me feel alive. But I cannot help but feel embarrassed when he makes me say things like my favourite nicknames out loud.

''None?'' Sebastian continues. ''Such a shame. I guess centaur girl it is, then.''

I roll my eyes at him and he stares into them playfully.

''I love it when you do that,'' he says with a smirk. ''Pretending not to care, when you really do. It's sweet.''

He grabs me by my waist and pulls me closer, leaning in and standing face to face with me. I can feel his breath on my face, creating a contrast with the cold air. He removes a strand of hair from my face with his thumb. His freckles look vibrant in the moonlight and his jawline looks stronger from the way the light falls on his face.

''You're so beautiful,'' I tell him in a low voice, resting my forehead against his.

''Not nearly as beautiful as you,'' he says and kisses me softly. ''You're my favourite person.''

''And you're mine,'' I tell him before I place my lips back on his, forgetting about the cold and the stars because nothing exists other than the two of us.

''Can we stay like this forever?'' Sebastian asks in a low voice.

I nod at him and look out into the sky, feeling a bit worried about the plans we just made with Ominis and Imelda. I'm wondering if they share my worry, or if it's just me.

''I'm scared about our trip next weekend,'' I tell him in a low voice.

''I'll be there to save you,'' he says, trying to be supporting. ''I already did it once.''

''I don't need to be saved,'' I argue. ''I'm just scared because they obviously want my powers, which puts me at risk. I need a solid team that will help me fight.''

''Then helping you fight, it is,'' he says and puts his arm around me, looking into the sky together. ''But if you get hurt, we're getting out of there right away.''

''No. You need to find the container, that's more important.'' I tell him.

''Are you out of your mind?'' he asks and rests his head on mine. ''I'm not holding you in my arms one more time, praying that you survive. That was the worst moment in my entire life.''

''I won't get hurt if you fight with me,'' I say in a calm voice.

''You're just telling yourself that,'' Sebastian argues. ''This rebellion might be bigger than the two of us, but I'm not going to watch you do stupid things to become a hero. If that's your plan, then I must insist you stay home and let the rest of us go alone.''

I feel slightly irritated, mostly because we really don't know what to expect. But I want us to be prepared for the worst.

''I wouldn't let you do that,'' I argue.

''And I won't let you go in there with a single thought that you might not make it out of there,'' he says in a firm voice. ''Like I said, this is bigger than us. But I'm not losing you, Y/n. I'd rather leave the castle, leave the country, tonight if that's what it takes to keep you safe.''

''Let's just hope that we are smarter and better than them,'' I tell him in a low voice.

''Yeah...'' Sebastian says in a low voice and presses his lips into my head. I feel safe with him. At peace. ''I'm glad you're talking to me about this.''

I turn around to face him.

''I love you,'' I tell him softly, looking into his eyes.

The words just slip out. I know it might be too soon, but the words simply found themselves on my tongue and slipped out before I could stop it. We just made up, it's way too soon for confessions like these. But I also feel sure about the words. I fought every thought, every instinct telling me that I love him and was unsuccessful. So no matter his response, I stand by my word. But he doesn't look uncomfortable or embarrassed, his eyes are sparkling with happiness.

''I love you more,'' he says before he places his lips on my forehead.

[spindrifters]

2022 Fic Roundup

In the later half of this year, I came back to two foundational parts of myself. Writing fanfiction, and Harry Potter. I've built a career in creative writing, and somewhere along the line lost sight of the spark of joy that comes from writing transformative works. After a difficult summer, I rediscovered that spark. And for the longest time, in light of *all that*, I hadn't known what to do with Potter and its core place in my development as a conscientious person in the world. In the same dark moment I realized that, like all foundational sacred text, the series was meant to be grappled with. Wrestled. Read resistantly. And what better way to do that than with fic? I've only been back in the game since October, but I'm so happy to have made it back at all. More than anything, I appreciate the incredible community I've found along the way.

Huge shout-out to @soloorganaas for the inspiration!

October

marginalia (105k & counting, WIP, Wolfstar, E) - This story began a long time ago. That part is already written. Nothing can be done about it now. It began with two young men—barely more than boys—who upended the world, magical and mundane alike. Grindelwald and Dumbledore, glorious leaders of the revolution, who brought wizardkind out of hiding and into the light during those last, violent days of 1899. But a winter's night seventy-seven years later is where things really kick off. Because Remus Lupin knows what to expect when you’ve been sold somewhere new. He knows it better than he ever thought he'd have to by this point. He knows how to survive. And Sirius Black is doing his best to just graduate Hogwarts and get himself and his brother away from this goddamn house in one piece. He's got it figured out by now. He has a plan. Neither of them, however, had accounted for the other messing everything up by the sheer fact of just existing. The most AU.

There’s an exceptionally long moment of silence between them, and Sirius would look away if he could. Would put the burning shame simmering at the pit of his gut somewhere else, only Remus’ hand is still clasped tight around his own bleeding nailbeds, holding fast, and isn’t that a wonder? His hands are just as strong, just as calloused and scarred and warm as he remembers. Only this is the first time Remus has ever touched him willingly. With purpose. Not because he thinks he has to, or because Sirius touched him first.

love has teeth (444, microfic, gen, T) - Hope Lupin loves her husband, she really does, but she’s a child of the war and the political passions that came with it and on the whole she really hasn’t got the time nor patience for the astounding ignorance and stupidity of Wizarding Britain. (Or how, somewhere along the way, Hope Lupin became the pack mum.)

Hope teaches James to cook, and gives Peter advice on girls, and becomes single-handedly responsible for Sirius’ obsession with motorbikes after letting him ride on the back of hers. She introduces the lot of them to jazz and skiffle and tells them stories of growing up with Communist parents in post-war London.

civilian (339, microfic, Tedromeda, T) - They figure it out at a café on a rainy Tuesday in April. (Or, the one where Ted and Andromeda elope.)

Theirs is a history of secrets, stolen kisses in old school corridors and excuses made to his family why she can never seem to come for dinner and trying not to flinch whenever words like purity and mudblood come out of her parents' mouths.

November

until our ribs get tough (4.8K, gen, M) - From the lost papers and mixed-up files of the marginalia universe. A day in the life of one Lily Evans, age eleven, takes an unexpected turn involving a twisted ankle, some contraband essence of murtlap, and a rumination on the nature of miracles. Same AU as marginalia.

They used to do this all the time when they were little. Hide amidst the mothballs and piled boxes stored beneath the metal springs, especially when the rain poured down like this. It was easier, then, to ignore the world outside in order to create their own. Imagined kingdoms where they were king and queen, or adventurers on the high seas searching out treasure galleys to attack. They’d known to keep quiet, even then. It’s been a minute since they were here last, but even Remus’ recent growth spurts aren’t enough to take away what’s really a sacred space.

December

the helper (1.3K, gen Wolfstar, T) - Remus is facing his first Hanuká away from home. Sirius would like to help. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

Sirius is, by this point, extremely lost. He understands about half of what his friend just said to him. What he understands perfectly well, however, is how to recognize that nonchalant sort of half-shrug, that casual way Remus then goes on to insist that it’s not actually a big deal and he’s fine, really, and it’s not that important a celebration, anyway. He knows what those things mean. They mean that Remus Lupin’s a bloody liar.

death by honey (1.7K, Wolfstar, T) - Stuck at St. Mungo's during Hanuká, Remus has resigned himself to spending the holidays alone. Sirius has other plans. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

So he’s resigned himself to missing all that. Resigned himself to maybe even missing his muggle relatives altogether if this lunar fever doesn’t clear up in time. Instead, he gets the sterile, broken-tiled lycanthropy ward, and tinny Christmas music filtering down from the floor above, and the pinch-faced, suspicious company of two trainee healers who must have done something truly unfortunate to end up banished down here over the holidays. What he doesn’t expect is to wake up from a nap to find Sirius Black sitting in the chair next to his bed.

forward motion (854, Wolfstar AU, M) - Mary brings over a present. None of the menfolk know what to do with it. Wolfstar raises Harry AU. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

So maybe it feels more personal than it should, but Sirius can’t shake that terror of mucking this all up and letting down not just Harry but James and Lily and Monty and Euphemia, too. And Remus — who still has two living parents who love him dearly — may never have had to depend on the Potters to pick the broken pieces of himself up off their doorway, but he still feels that same terror. That same responsibility. Harry deserves a childhood full of laughter and love and fun.

commercial allure (1K, Wolfstar, T) - On the second-to-last night of Hanuká, Remus decides that enough is enough. Sirius would beg to differ. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

“Pads,” he says at last, because he wasn’t going to say anything. Because this is his best mate of six years but somehow it’s become damn near impossible for Remus to even look at him lately without feeling flushed and awkward and like he’s just sprouted hands for the very first time and hasn’t got the first clue what to do with them. But he’s just found a very nice and very expensive-looking eagle-feather quill on his bedside table, wrapped up in silver paper, and that is altogether impossible to ignore.

a history of violence (1K, Wolfstar, E) - In the wake of the war's end, Remus and Sirius are learning how to trust each other again. Lily and James live AU. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

Sirius kisses the scar that slashes down his brow and lid, a gentle reminder to keep talking. This is what they do now, in the days since the end of October. Since the end of the war. This is what they have to do. Secrets, after all, nearly cost them everything.

pomegranates (2.5K, Wolfstar, M) - Sirius runs away from home over the winter holidays of fifth year. The problem is, James is in India and Moony kind of hates her right now. Genderfuck AU with transfem Sirius and cisfem Remus. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

Lyall Lupin opens the front door of the small Mayhill flat he shares with his wife and daughter to find Sirius Black, cold and dripping in the rainy Swansea night, shivering violently in nothing but a set of outrageously expensive silk dress robes. His first instinct is to slam the door in the girl’s face. His second — that of a father, who’s seen his child in pain too many times — wins out. Sirius is bleeding from somewhere just above her hairline and looks as though she’s been on the receiving end of a Confundus Charm. He lets her inside.

the story goes (1.5K, Wolfstar, M) - Remus knows all about survival. It's in his DNA. A study on lycanthropy, the Jewish diaspora, a blended family, and two boys in love. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

No one can know. Dad reminds him of that all the time, in the summer before he goes to school. He needn’t bother. Remus was raised on stories of refugee ancestors fleeing Valencia massacres for Moroccan shores, grew tall on days celebrating Esther and Yehudit’s necessary deceptions. He knows how to hide what others fear without making a single part of himself small.

yours if you want it (1K, Wolfstar, M) - Facing their first holiday season living together, Sirius and Remus stumble towards creating new traditions. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

“I’m trying to tell you you're allowed to have things, you knob. You get to make it mean what you like. You want a Christmas tree? Let’s get a bloody Christmas tree. I’ve never had one before but sod it, I want one if it makes you happy. We’re allowed to make our own traditions. And if you like any of the poncy Yule shite you grew up with instead, we can do that, too. Because that’s still yours, if you want it. Get me? Not theirs. Yours.”

[immxrtalbi]

Tomarry Fic Rec: Politics Related

I saw @infinite-verse3 asking for some stories about politics fics so I checked in my bookmarks. Sadly you’re right about not enough about it... But yeah I found these!! I also put how much of politics it involves and etc., below as feedback <3 Also please read the tags carefully in the site. And don’t forget to comment and give love to these stories!!

Aconitum by VivyPotter (18k, Not Rated)

Merope Gaunt lived ten years longer, and everything changed. In which Harry Potter is a successful young Auror, trying to keep a crumbling relationship with his wife afloat. He and Ginny argue almost constantly, as they discover that their values do not entirely match up. Enter Tom Riddle: handsome owner of a flower shop on Knockturn Alley, who lends a willing ear to Harry’s woes. This is not as light and fluffy as it sounds. The Ministry is rife with corruption, the Muggleborn Registration is at peak popularity, and Lucius Malfoy is Minister for Magic. Harry is determined to get to the bottom of it- something has gone wrong here. Otherwise known as the flowershop AU that spiralled.

8/10 in politics. This story is chilling and downright good. I’m sure everyone at least heard or read about this story once. Tom in his finest *chefs kiss*

Everything's Fine in the Beast Division by Merrinpippy (15k, T)

Harry's lifelong ambition is to become an auror, but as his knowledge of Dangerous Beasts is somewhat lacking, Newt Scamander agrees to take him on as an apprentice. Contrary to the Weasley twins' predictions that Harry would die of boredom, Harry finds his time at the Ministry very interesting, and befriending the very attractive Tom Riddle doesn't hurt at all- in fact, quite the opposite.

7/10 in politics. This was a super cute story! And I love that Newt and other characters are there. Falling in love, protective Tom. Great bits!

Wizengamot Administration Services by under_that_sun (10k, T)

Tom became a politician rather than a Dark Lord, but still has small Dark, more underground following. Harry is a new intern in the Ministry who captures Tom's eye.

10/10 in politics. Really good story. AU where Tom isn’t darklord but stills rules the Ministry like an iron fist. Perfect. And hard worker intern Harry bonus.

What We May Be by darklordtomarry (alarminghella) (20k, T)

The pureblood nobility are known as the Sacred 27 and they have ruled magical Britain without a monarch for centuries. Lord Thomas Slytherin has appeared out of nowhere with a strong claim to the throne; he has aroused the interest of the nation, and of Harry Potter; A seventh year Slytherin who occasionally works as an information broker. Like everyone else Harry wants to know more about Lord Slytherin, but will he like what he discovers?

9/10 in politics. This is a series but I only read part one so far. Harry is smart and troublesome and Tom is intrigued. The I-want-you-by-my-side sold it to me, also Harry acts like a detective!

Growing Old With You by Batsutousai (28k, T)

A chance meeting between a Hogwarts student and the Minister for Magic spirals into a love story that the tabloids adore, while those involved are just trying to figure out how they actually fit together.

4/10 in politics. Soulmates and age difference and a bunch of family drama because of that. Poor Tom dealing with everything. I found myself laughing in some scenes.

Don't Fuck With Florists (They'll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow (14k, T)

Unsatisfied with his post-war life, Harry decides to get to the root of all of his problems when that root was still working at Borgin and Burkes shop in the late 40s. He’s the Master of Death, damn it, he can do what he wants for once in his life.

Tom Riddle isn’t particularly happy about working at a small, dingy shop for magical artifacts, no matter how interesting those artifacts are. He’s even less happy when an insufferable stranger sets up the most obnoxious flower shop right across the street.

What follows would be a romantic comedy, if it weren’t for politics.

10/10 in politics. Tom and Harry are store rivals basically and try to ruin each other somehow. They bicker a lot about politics and Harry is great in this fic! 

Custodarium by Tina48 (73k, E)

Have you been missing a time travel Tomarry where Harry and Tom are on somewhat equal footing? Where Tom is a plausible budding political leader? Where Harry can stand up to him and their relationship doesn’t seem toxic? Where the surrounding events and characters don’t go unnoticed? I have, so I gave writing one a try.

“The war is over and the Wizarding Britain has been slowly rising from the ashes. Harry just wishes none of it ever happened – what will he do when he’s given a chance to change the past? Was Dumbledore right about “the power he knows not” after all?“

5/10 in politics. One of the first stories I read! And this was an emotional rollercoaster. The storyline goes in different directions from time to time but overall it’s a good fic to start with!

Backwards Thinking by this_bright_eyed_soul (32k, E)

Harry Potter has an empty feeling after he wins the war, and turns to the memories of one Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr for something to do. He soon finds an interest - he doesn't belong in this timeline now he's fulfilled the prophecy, and is out to seek a new friend, who will soon become a little more than that...

4/10 in politics. I like that Harry was on Tom’s side and both fall in love. Tom is hurting in the inside and only Harry can it. Some emotional moments.

Sweetbrier by SofiaBane (15k, Not Rated)

Tom Riddle is a Wizengamot member sent to audit Hogwarts in the transition after Dumbledore's death. Harry is an Auror assigned to provide his security. Also, nobody knows they're exes.

10/10 in politics. Great details about Wizengamot and Ministry. Also Tom cares more about his career which Harry hates. Exes to friends to back together. Love it!

Office Romance by thebrighteststar10 (17k, Not Rated)

The CEO of Morsmordre, Tom Riddle, is one of the richest men in the world. Oh, and he's a workaholic. Despite such fact, the new head of IT manages to seize the man's attention.

2/10 in politics. Nothing with politics but it’s an office fic. And a funny cute one! Tom becomes obsessed and possessive with Harry because of his attitude. Tom tries to get his attention but it backfires on him. Harry is oblivious and Tom is shitty at showing love and it’s hilarious 

[maraudersbutmuggle]

The Knights of Hogwarts

The Knights of Hogwarts is a brotherhood elite group founded almost at the same time as the school. The group was composed mainly of boys. The slogan of The Knights is "Fellowship, trust and honor.

Many years ago, some of the students suggested creating this group with the purpose of friendship and companionship between the students. Help others, make friends, create relations for the future, and of course have fun. A group of friends who would be close for life. Those were the main goals.

Of course The Knights have slowly been detaching themselves from the initiative goal. The Knights have been abusing their power to do whatever they want and get away with it.

The Knights are called by three reasons: 1) a father or brother had been a Knight in the past, 2) Has the right to be a Knight for being from one of the Sacred 28 families, or the boy is considered "important" to be a member, 3) There are rare exceptions of scholarshipped kids who had been Knights after "providing services" for the members.

The "newbie" that had been called would have to complete an initiation process to officially be called a Knight. These initiations are said to be cruel and raw.

The Knights wear pins and jackets around school so people can see they are members.

The Knights are known to have "big and good parties" with the best alcohol and drugs. The Knights' parties are full of girls (and boys) who had caught some sort of interest from a Knight.

Of course The Knights are in debt to keep in secret everything that happens in these parties, specially from Teachers, Parents and Authorities, who think The Knights have "Healthy Gatherings" to socialize.

The Knights are chosen when they are fifteen and older.

The Knights' Leader is chosen by the rest members by vote. The leader must be in his last year. The leader has the faculty to:

* Take the final decision of who should be the new members.

* Expulse a member who he believes is breaking the rules, doesn't fit with The Knights, or he suspects will betray them or tell all their secrets.

* Approve who to invite to each party.

* Plan every activity for the "newbies" to perform for their initiation.

* The Knights have the reputation of playing "Seven Minutes in Heaven". The leader can pair up the couples he wishes.

Being a Knight has privileges outside Hogwarts too, since this is one of the best schools in the country. Knights get VIP access to many clubs, discounts in many stores and brands, and many companies prefer to hire Knights above others.

Some students had tried to tear this group down and report violence, misagony, drug use, and even rape within this group. Somehow they were never successful.

"The Knights is Hogwarts tradition. It should maintain this way" That's always the excuse.

Known members of The Knights are:

* Nicolai Mulciber - Leader

* Samuel Avery

* Amycus Carrow

* Regulus Black

* Barty Crouch Jr

* Severus Snape

* Orion Black

* Alphard Black

* Cygnus Black - Leader

* Lucius Malfoy - Leader

Sirius Black and Frank Longbottom are one of the few students who had rejected The Knights Calling. This has consequences for them.

[of-elves-and-mad-hatters]

“To Whom the Wild Bows Its Knee” - Chapter 3 - A Chronicles of Narnia/Harry Potter Crossover

An AU in which the Pevensies are a wizarding family and are living in the late 1900s instead of World War II. Here, they are talented students of Hogwarts, while in another they are the ruling monarchs and legends of the kingdom of Narnia. Through the years Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy struggle with their dual identities and purposes in this ordinary life. Yet as the days darken with the oncoming of another wizarding war, it becomes clear that line between their two separate lives is irrevocably blurred. 

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Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 

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Chapter 3

Holding onto the tenth wand he had the displeasure to try, Edmund glowered at the floor. Peter clasped his shoulder reassuringly. Edmund’s frown only deepened. 

Ollivander continued to rumage through the shelves. His expression betrayed no impatience, but the boys could sense this was unusual. The wandmaker brought another box, lifting the wand from its contents. 

“Blackthorn, 13”, Unicorn hair, rigid.”

Edmund took this one doubtfully. Sure enough, a mere wave burst half the lightbulbs in the shop. He wished to wither into the ground. The experience of being unable to find a wand was humiliating enough, but of course this had to be the one time Peter followed through on his promises, watching this disaster unfold. This special brotherly moment Edmund wanted it to be was only going to invoke his brother’s pity. 

He didn’t want his brother’s pity. 

Ollivander disappeared again, though the boys could vaguely hear his mumbling throughout the store. He came out a moment later, not with a box, but a naked wand. It was fairly plain, with but four rings of finely engraved runes towards the handle. “It has been a strange day,” mused the wandmaker, in his unnerving vague way, “A wand’s brother chooses its foretold enemy as its bearer, and a young wizard arrives whom all wands seems to refuse…” He held out the wand to Edmund. “My father crafted this many years ago…Pine, 11 inches, Thestral Tail Hair, Supple.” 

Edmund grasped it gingerly. A strange sensation, not like the warmth Peter or Susan described, but rather cold, like the cool dampness of a heavy fog. It was not unpleasant, but not grand either, like slipping into a pair of shoes that fit right, but haven’t quite been broken in. 

“Very strange indeed,” Ollivander concluded, the last lights in his shop flickering in and out. 

____

He was spellbound by the sky. 

Every other first-year stared in awe at the sight of the Hogwarts castle looming o’er their dainty boats, the light of their lanterns paling in comparison to that glowing enchantment they’d all been dreaming of. 

Edmund’s eyes, however, were transfixed on the stars. Never in the city had the sky been so clear, filled and bulging with all its jewels. It felt, sacred, somehow, as if he only stared a little longer the heavens would transform, and for a moment he was older, alone on a tempestuous sea, marveling at the wonder of a foreign sky, a place far away, waiting for him…

Falling out of the dream, he catches the awkward expression of a blond boy sitting in the middle of the boat, confused on why he was looking in the opposite direction. Edmund’s face reddened in embarrassment, and soon fixed his gaze on his shoelaces.

____

Edmund followed no one in particular up the stairs, though most of the first-years were chattering excitedly with their friends. He figured it would be best to wait until after the sorting to try and get to know people; if all went as he hoped his brother would help him make as many friends as he needed in Gryffindor. 

They all paused at the top of the stairs. The blond boy from earlier perched himself a little higher above the crowd, two burly kids on either side. Edmund disliked the look of the lot. 

“So it’s true then,” the boy anounced, imperious, “What they’ve been saying on the train; Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”

A hush fell over the students. Edmund strained his neck to see who he was talking to, a boy with scraggly brown hair and round glasses. 

“I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” The blond continued. A snicker interruped him. “You think my name’s funny, do you?” Draco rounds on the kid just behind Potter’s shoulder. “I don’t need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasely.” 

The ginger cowered behind his friend.

“You’ll soon learn that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort,” he extended his hand, “I can help you there.” 

Potter gave the gesture a disdainful glance. “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.” 

Edmund hid a smirk as Professor McGonagoll arrived in the hall.

_____

Edmund knew exactly where he wanted to be, where everyone, where Peter, wanted him to be.

Already the legendary Harry Potter had been sorted into Gryffindor, along with a friendly-looking girl and the ginger-haired Weasely. 

He walked, practically shuffled, up to the platform, biting the inside of his lip so hard it began to bleed. The Sorting Hat, much larger and daunting up close, engulfs a rather large portion of his head. 

Another Pevensie? Hmm, how curious. Off to Gryffindor with your brother? That’s what you want isn’t it? You could do well there, courage is in your blood, but it feels…hmm. Very intelligent, a bit aloof, Ravenclaw would certainly suit you…There’s a great sense of justice, a desire for fairness, why Hufflepuff is an excellent option for you…this is difficult, very difficult, there are many places you could succeed, and you want to succeed, you want to be great…yes…great, ambitious, reserved, and cunning, yes cunnning…well that settles it then…I’ll put you in…

“SLYTHERIN!” proclaimed the hat, and Edmund watched the countenance of his brother fall. 

The far left table erupted in applause, and he walked down to them, as though his feet were in irons, head down low. 

There were few open seats, but to Edmund’s surprise, the blond boy, Draco, gestured to him aristocratically. After hesistating a moment, Edmund took the offer. 

“Pevensie, isn’t it?” 

��Edmund Pevensie,” he nodded. 

Draco offered his hand, and Edmund shook it. 

[noxsoulmate]

WIP list

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Alright, here we go 😁

Supernatural

5 times Dean was an assbutt

100 Things

Angel Cookies Sequel

Angel Cookies Timestamps

Bachelor of Hearts

Bee a little nicer

Beneath the Leather (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

Birthday Cake Sequel (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

Coffee Shop Ca$

Destiel Kissmas 2021

Forever Yours

Garden Gnomes

I wish it was different...

Letters

Lumberjack Cookies

Masquerade Timestamps

Maybe just the Touch of a Hand

Mirror of Erised

One Way or Another (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

Once Upon a Time in a Disney Store - Sequel

Paramedic #1

Paramedic #2

Sacred Bonds (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

Saileen Fake Dating

Soccer Player Dean

The One That Got Away

The Prince's Guard

The Wedding Invitation

Things will be brighter

Vamp Dean

Harry Potter

A Fateful Week

A Thousand Words - Extended (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

Come with us

Fortune Cookies

In another Life

Kink or Drink

Minerva Drabbles

Miss Hogwarts and Her Gentlemen

Next to me

Nowhere Else to Go (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

Stars

To Forget and be Forgotten

To Save a Kingdom (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

Wrong Time, Right Place - Extended (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

911 Lone Star

... And his Boyfriend is a Cop

All the Names I Love (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

Do you believe in Soulmates?

Facing the Past (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

Front Page (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

If I survive...

Of Puppies and Timeless Love

Proposal Fic

Soulmate AU (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

Soulmate Fic Exchange (part of a fest, can't talk about this)

The Wrath of a Mother

Waiting in Line

Crossover

Heart's Hidden Treasure

Matchmaker Dean (SPN & 911 crossover)

Portkey Paradise - Extended

Tears of an Angel (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

The Fate of Fear and Hate Sequel #1 (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

The Fate of Fear and Hate Sequel #2 (entered into the WIP Big Bang)

Some of these are full-on WIPs, some only have a general outline or a random scene, behind some of these you may find multiple fics in one doc... and some are just ideas that at least made it onto paper already 😅 let's see what interests you the most 😊

I'm tagging:

@catching-dreams-and-fireflies, @admiralsmoker, @xharuka17x, @itsmajel, @desiraelovesdestiel, @sternchencas, @emblue-sparks, @thetwistedwillow, @adiamond, @kitmistry, @lotrspnfangirl, @teacupniffler, @ltleflrt, @ellen-of-oz, @potionchemist

Have fun playing 😘

I'm not gonna tag 56 people - but if you see this, feel free to play as well 💕

[royalynx]

(   *  💀  /  daniel ezra, cis male, he/him  )  —  is that kingsley shacklebolt i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty two year old gryffindor, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are grounded & commanding as well as opinionated & strong-willed. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: the calming presence in the back of the room, muggle records hidden in drawers, steaming mugs of tea, the warmth of a hug, the burn of quiet fury.

CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Luke Cage (Jessica Jones), Kingsley Shacklebolt (Books: Order of the Phoenix through Deathly Hallows), Jake Reilly (Private Practice), Terry Jeffords (Brooklyn Nine-Nine), Alphonso ‘Mack’ Mackenzie (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Matt Simmons (Criminal Minds), Odafin Tutuola (Law and Order: SVU), Spencer James (All American).

TRIGGER WARNINGS: ???

LINKS: Pinterest (Coming Soon). Playlist (Coming Soon).

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

I N T R O

full name ➵ Kingsley Akiel Shacklebolt

nicknames ➵ King; Kings; Kas; Shack; Shacklebolt; Royal

pronouns ➵ he/him/his

orientation ➵ bisexual biromantic

birthdate / age ➵ May 8th, 1957, 15:32 am / 22 years old

birthplace ➵ Birmingham, England

childhood home ➵ Birmingham, England

current residence ➵ Hogwarts, Scotland

religion ➵ atheist

occupation ➵ full - time student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

P H Y S I C A L

height ➵ 5 feet, 10 1/2 inches / 179 cm

weight ➵ 78 kg / 171lb

body type ➵ mesomorph ( athletic; generally hard body; well defined muscles; rectangular shaped body; strong; gains muscle easily; gains fat easily )

hair ➵ black, shaved/cropped 

eye color ➵ dark brown

dominant hand ➵ ambidextrous

FC ➵ Daniel Ezra

voice ➵ Daniel Ezra

special characteristics ➵

tattoo of a lion on the back of his neck that roars when danger is near

acne scars on cheeks

perfect posture

smells of ➵

broom wax

toothpaste

lavender, anise, basil, bergamot and lemon; geranium, ylang-ylang and jasmine; oakmoss, vetiver, tonka bean, patchouli, vanilla and sandalwood - Brut by Faberge

E M O T I O N A L

zodiac ➵ taurus sun (x); virgo rising; virgo moon

MBTI ➵ ISTJ (“The Logistician”)

positive traits ➵  grounded; commanding; courageous; considerate; observant; dedicated; forbearing to an almost mind-boggling degree; put-together; knowledgeable; self-reliant.

neutral traits ➵ fearless; calming; stolid; diplomatic; paternalistic.

negative traits ➵ opinionated; strong-willed; quiet; stubborn; high-minded; aloof to some; reticent; stoic; overcritical; has very high expectations of himself & others.

likes ➵ playing Quidditch; freshly baked bread; playing Gobstones at 3am; a warm bed; muggle record players; purple; watching the sea; forehead kisses; DADA; organized notes; wearing rings; honeycakes; David Bowie; dragonhide boots; chocolate frogs; firedrakes; Charms; Firewhiskey; watching the fire in the Gryffindor common room; twenty; red wine; laughing with Frank and Alastor; Transfiguration; The Beatles; his sister

dislikes ➵ legilimency; bigotry; raisins in chocolate; Divination; messy desks; foggy London; Sacred 28; people flaking on him; his team losing Quidditch matches; pumpkin juice; using school brooms; sushi; magic quills; pixies; History of Magic; the treatment of squibs by wizarding society; muddy orange; gigglewater; the texture of mushrooms; feeling unsettled; licorice; rollercoasters; toads; the word mudblood; Turkish delight

amortentia ➵

freshly cut grass

roast chicken dinner

aftershave

sandalwood

M A G I C

blood status ➵ pureblood

wand ➵ Alder wood with cherry trailed over the front like the path of a river, or a lightning bolt, White River Monster spine core, 14 and a 1/4 inches, solid

whilst Alder makes for an unyielding wood, its ideal owner is not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable. Whereas most wand woods seek similarity in the characters of those they will best serve, alder is unusual in that it seems to desire a nature that is, if not precisely opposite to its own, then certainly of a markedly different type. When an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. Of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards. (Cherry, a very rare wand wood creates a wand of strange power, most highly prized by the wizarding students of the school of Mahoutokoro in Japan, where those who own cherry wands have special prestige. The Western wand-purchaser should dispel from their minds any notion that the pink blossom of the living tree makes for a frivolous or merely ornamental wand, for cherry wood often makes a wand that possesses truly lethal power, whatever the core, but if teamed with dragon heartstring, the wand ought never to be teamed with a wizard without exceptional self-control and strength of mind.) The use of a  White River Monster spine produced spells of force and elegance. 

patronus ➵ Lynx

E D U C A T I O N

Hogwarts class ➵ Gryffindor, 1981

extracurriculars ➵

Gryffindor Prefect / September 1980 - June 1981

Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team / September 1979 - June 1981

Gryffindor Chaser / October 1975 - June 1981

Charms Club / September 1975 - June 1981

Toothill Duelling Club / September 1978 - June 1981

Slug Club / December 1977 - June 1981

courses & exams ➵

Ancient Runes - O

Charms - O

Defense Against the Dark Arts - O

Herbology - O

Arithmancy - O

Muggle Studies - O

Potions - O

Transfiguration - O

Care of Magical Creatures - O

now studying Alchemy ( predicted an O )

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

health ➵

strawberry allergy

pets ➵ 

Archimedes; the family owl ( great horned owl )

handwriting ➵ Sebastian Bobby

F A M I L Y

Ora Shacklebolt (nee Kayoude) ➵ paternal grandmother; socialite; alive

Kingsley Shacklebolt I ➵ grandfather; Wizengamot member; alive

Yara Audley (nee Idowu) ➵ maternal grandmother; homeschooled; apothecary worker; alive

Akiel Audley ➵ maternal grandfather; homeschooled; Quidditch supply store owner; alive

Alaric Shacklebolt I ➵ father; Gryffindor; Senior Auror for the DMLE; alive

Meera Shacklebolt ➵ mother; homeschooled (opted out of attending Ilvermorny / Hogwarts); apothecary worker; alive

Eralia Audley ➵ maternal aunt; homeschooled; Senior Assistant to the Jamaican Minister of Magic; alive

Gabrielle Shacklebolt ➵ paternal aunt; Hufflepuff; Ministry employee; alive

Edward Shacklebolt (took wife’s name) ➵ paternal uncle; Hufflepuff; job; alive

Khenan Shacklebolt ➵ paternal uncle; Ravenclaw; curse breaker for Gringotts; alive

Kingsley Akiel Shacklebolt (II) ➵ self; Gryffindor; Future Senior Auror for the DMLE; alive

Bianca Omnira Shacklebolt ➵ sister; fifth year Ravenclaw; unknown future; alive

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌

his parents used to say he was born for diplomacy. that’s what they’d drilled into him since he was born: fight the good fight, be honest and good and stay calm, always. they can only catch you off guard when you aren’t. he’d always been somewhat of a natural diplomat — the oldest child, expectations hung from his shoulders as if they were coats and he, a coat rack. he’d always been a quiet child, somewhat unassuming, almost shy, content to play and be alone, often found even as a baby, simply amusing himself with his fist over crying, wailing for attention. when they attended the galas and balls befitting of a family part of the sacred 28, little changed. in fact, he was praised for it — how level-headed he was, even when all he wanted to do was scream and shout and set fire to the curtains by the window to stop them yammering on about the importance of blood purity and their precious, precious privilege, how he smiled politely and shook hands and never, ever made a scene. he hated them. he hated every last one of them. their fake smiles and empty eyes, how they hated for no reason and believed themselves to be superior — a kernel of a fallacy that kingsley, even as a child, could never subscribe to.

but kingsley was nothing if not a good man, and a good son, and so, he stayed silent — at least, to everyone who never crossed the boundaries of their home. to them, kingsley was a young wizard who showed particular promise in their circle, but to those who saw him at home, his internal torture over it was obvious. he had muggle neighbours, even muggle friends, people who made him laugh and gave his parents presents when his beloved baby sister was born, and he could not abide the dual life his parents were living. when they were home, they were tolerant — amused, even, by the muggles they surrounded themselves with, something his mother always said was to keep them grounded, because she’d already lost one sibling to pureblood mania and refused to lose herself, or her husband, or either of her children. when they were at the galas, they were cold, a little aloof, they laughed along with jokes at muggles expenses, they shook hands, ate appetisers, danced and never seemed to show any remorse for the roles they had to play those nights, though he knew they had to feel guilty (he hoped they felt guilty.) he knew they felt they had to do it to survive — to thrive, even, in a world in which they weren’t always welcome, but he hates it.

he loves his family. kingsley loves them with every part of him, loves his younger sister with his entire heart, is never not seen at home without her practically hanging off his ankles, and then his knees, and then his hips, until she’s too tall and too old for that, he loves his mother and relishes her hugs and the way she always knows what to say to make him feel better, he loves his father and that deep, slow river of calm that seems to run through him, the same river kingsley has always felt took root in him, but he hates their legacy. he hates their part in the sacred twenty eight. he hates every part of it. he hates that they agreed to this — to what feels like a mortal lock, an unbreakable vow, tying themselves to this until the end of time. he hates that he understands why — their blood runs pure, he knows, in other wizards standards, but knowing what the sacred twenty eight stands for? what it really represents? kingsley thinks that their blood is the blood that’s dirty, that they’re the ones who ought to be ashamed of themselves for their existence, that they’re the ones who value opulence and power over people’s lives and that makes them wrong and evil and undeserving of their magic. it’s the first time — the only time — his parents have ever seen him truly angry — he remembers it well, being fourteen and all uncontrolled fury for the first time, how the quiet anger had burned and swelled under his skin until he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and how he’d made all the glass windows in the dining room shatter, the glass raining like sand when his father waved it away with a swish of his wand, kingsley’s chest heaving as he yells, raging against their indifference, feeling oddly soothed when his mother pulls him into his arms and whispers that she’s sorry. she’s sorry. she knows, she knows. he wishes that were enough — that apology, that acknowledgement that they were — are — hypocrites.

even still, his love for his family, flaws and all, remains, though he’s slowly pulled back from any engagement with the pureblood world over the years. he’s very proud to be his father’s son — the son of an auror, recipient of the order of merlin second class — and his mother’s. he’s proud to be his sister’s big brother, her protector. he’s even more proud when he gets his letter to hogwarts, confirming what they all already knew — magic is strong in the shacklebolt family. he picks up the family wand, purchased in america in the early 1920s — alder with cherry trailed over the front like the path of a river, or a lightning bolt, white river monster spine core, fourteen and a quarter inches, solid — and he feels a piece of himself slots firmly into place. hogwarts is where his father went, where his father’s father went (over ilvermorny), and though he can no longer pretend to be complacent to their every whim in regards to the sacred twenty eight (something which both his parents have since begun to shun), he knows getting sorted into gryffindor would make them both proud, and that’s what he wants, so that’s what be did — the bat barely touched his head before declaring him a gryffindor. even now, as a twenty two year old seventh year on the brink of graduating into a fully fledged war, he wants to make them proud. he wants to be a pillar of strength, safety, tolerance, love, support, he wants to be the friendly face ushering people to safety, he wants to be the one raining hellfire down on the prejudiced idiots who think that they’re any different to anyone else, with magic or without, on this planet, that they’re superior in any way because of their blood.

[druedidit]

Drue Wilkes Intro

★ BIRTH DATE / 21 February, 1960 (bro this is my third pisces i am going out of my fucking mind) ★ BLOOD STATUS / Pureblood ★ PRONOUNS & IDENTITY / she/her; cis female ★ FACECLAIM / Reina Hardesty

ACADEMICS & ROOMING

★ PRIMARY SCHOOL / Cornwall County Day School, 1978 ★ ACADEMIC PURSUITS / Social Studies degree, History of Magic cohort ★ HOUSE & YEAR / Slytherin, 2nd Year

TW: mentions of murder, suicide, and gaslighting

POINTS OF INTEREST

★ The Wilkes, unlike most of the families listed as the Sacred 28, did not have much in means of monetary value to fall back and survive on. They were forced to become working class people, after the failure of yet another business idea of Rupert Wilkes. When two children came along, Devin and Drue, it only complicated things further. Thankfully, Lindsey Wilkes was able to salvage a hair dresser’s business in Diagon Alley, with a small flat above. It was much too stuffy for four people and while the adults complained and huffed, it was nothing but normal to their two children. Eventually, they were able to afford another business, just next door. They even had the opportunity to join the two flats above.

★ Owning the Junk Store, which worked like a wizard’s pawn shop, introduced the Wilkes to many opportunities they thought they’d never have. Most of the objects that came through their shop were faulty and Mr. Wilkes would spend hours trying to fix them -- success was 40/60. One day, something came through their shop he couldn’t pass up. A time turner. Months were spent, casting charms and spells to make it function good as new. And what do you know? Rupert Wilkes mended it. It became their family’s sole, greatest possession. The only thing of value to the Wilkes name.

★ Of course, having that much power would eventually lead to some trouble. In 1975, after Rupert refused to turn back time to save the family’s dying pet, Devin took it upon herself to steal the time turner. Fifteen year old Drue was woken from a dead sleep, to the sounds of screams. She always thought in a moment like so, she’d freeze up. But no, Drue ran on to her parent’s bedroom, and found her older sister standing over their limp bodies. Devin said only two words murder, suicide. Her life was now built upon this lie, because her sister refused to go back in time now and had much graver plans.

★ Devin never hid a single murder she committed from her younger sister. Family breakfast became confessional. Gory detail after gory detail, Drue knew if her sister did not slow down soon, she would be caught. Or become notoriously known. Either way, having the advantage of being two places at once seemed to lessen her chances of ever being arrested. But without Drue’s own sharp perception, she does not trust Devin’s sloppy ways and has vowed to assist her sister in her crimes. Drue’s become her own personal bait to lure in victims and participates in crime scene clean up. Now, in 1980, Devin has committed seven murders in the last four years. She believes spacing them out will draw away attention. Drue sincerely hopes so.

Extra HC Shit

She & her sister, Devin, claim their mum was a huge advocate for peace and muggleborns. They’ve even inspired people to start a foundation named after Lindsey Wilkes (who was allegedly murdered at the hands of her husband), which encourages blood unity through muggle sports such as tennis, bowling, and roller blading. They do not care if their pureblood allies believe them to be blood traitors. The end game is much more important -- you must be friends with your enemies.

Has never been too affected by the death of her parents, tbh? And though she lives this uncomfortable paycheck-to-paycheck life, she blames them for all of Devin’s disadvantages in life.

Works part-time at Junk Shop and the hairdressers called Hair Dahlia. There was no large inheritance when her parents died. They were left with more debt than anything and both had to continue working. Devin did not attend Hogwarts and Drue only got in on a scholarship for academics.

Working at the Junk Shop has turned her into a total COLLECTOR OOPS! But, she just collects the cool stuff that looks “artsy”. More so for aesthetic than function. Her dream of all dreams is to open some sort of art history museum in the wizarding world. Of course, the funds make it almost impossible to. She is majoring in History because of this, however. Might as well become rich in knowledge if you can’t with money, right?

Is a large participant in JWL and has never felt the need to exactly prove herself because of her lack of money. She feels her ideas and informative opinions are enough to carry her through. Maybe she’ll be so lucky to become President next year, with a little elbow grease.

Devin, her older sister is 100% a Death Eater. Drue’s in the process of being recruited. Which, she more than accepts. Their message is something she agrees with. Although, she wouldn’t be so messy about it -- it’s why she’s going to join. To reform the Death Eaters and keep her sister out of any crossfire.

Also speaks Japanese, is learning Latin, and is a fan of haiku, unironically.

TRAITS

✓  audacious; accommodating; tough  ✗ gaslighting; extravagant; amoral

yes so p.s. my dears..... while i am not a fan of “mindgames”/intentionally gaslighting people, drue can be that way. it may actually be unintentional sometimes because how often she has done it in the past. anyways, i understand it can be a lot! if you ever, ever, ever need me to tag something as a trigger, let me know!!! <3 trust me bbs, i gotchu!

[basilisklist]

harry/lucius (m/m)

“Unleashed” by Invernire_pandemonium

(54,887 words) in progress

harry goes back in time to his past self

harry/lucius

“After the battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter is framed for the murder of Arthur Weasley and sentenced to life in Azkaban. Nine years later, he breaks out and seeks revenge on those who had forsaken him. When he finally dies, he wakes up in his ten year old body, a year before his Hogwarts letter is to arrive. completely baffled, way more insane than anyone would care to admit and somewhat looking forward to beating Dumbledore at his own game this time, Harry sets out to find out exactly what the fuck happened to him.”

Unleashed - Chapter 1 - Invernire_pandemonium - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Harry Potter and the Rise of the Dark Legacy” by enchanted_nightingale

(109,177 words) in progress

harry/lucius

“Voldemort and a few of his Death Eaters arrive at Harry's house a bit after his birthday. As they are about to attack, the Saviour of the Wizarding World has a surprise for them, and mostly for a certain blond.”

Harry Potter and the Rise of the Dark Legacy - Chapter 1 - enchanted_nightingale - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Harry Potter and the Magic of Bonds” by Sapphira_Ruby

(92,588 words)

harry/lucius

“Lucius Malfoy discovers Harry Potter in a bad situation and takes him away from his relatives at age 8. Little does he know the bright eyed, messy haired boy will become something much more than either of them ever imagined. Follow along as Harry finds his place in the wizarding world, gets friends and mentors you’d never expect, and finds love in an unlikely place.”

Harry Potter and the Magic of Bonds - Chapter 1 - Sapphira_Ruby - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Whirlwind” by SilverFreak13

(65,546 words)

harry/lucius

“Harry’s entering his six year at Hogwarts. And with new experiences come new friends he starts to question what he knows and what he wants from his life.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7560847

“You Can’t Run From Love” by Lady_Giovanna_Potter_Malfoy

(34k words)

harry/lucius

“With the war now over Harry wants to start a new life. Instead of doing what is expected of him, he runs away from everyone and everything he has ever known. Worst of all he ran away from the only man he has ever loved. What will happen when the love of his life finally finds him and their daughter?”

Fanfic: You Can't Run From Love Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Bright Eyes” by VieveVakarian

(33,200 words)

harry/lucius

“Harry follows Draco into the Room of Requirement in their sixth year. Harry watches him mess with something until Draco leaves. Harry finds the strange artefact afterwards but he can't get it to work. He takes it back to Ron and Hermione, trying to make it work. Little did they know it was a powerful time turner that takes them back to the year 1970. With Dumbledore's help they attend Hogwarts in 1970, completely unprepared for the consequences.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3143417

“Something Special, Something Sacred” by RoonilWazlibMalfoy

(32,421 words) complete

harry/lucius

“Lucius Malfoy’s life had fallen apart after the war. In an attempt to curb his desperate loneliness, he ventured into the muggle world. There he found more than he could ever have dreamed. Harry Potter was a mess after the war. Isolated from everyone he had ever known and loved, he ventured into the muggle world to lose himself. Instead, he found himself and so much more. Or how Lucius and Harry learned that sometimes being different is exactly what you need to be sane.”

Something Special, Something Sacred - Chapter 1 - RoonilWazlibMalfoy - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“When Eros meet Thanatos” by fae269

(33,620 words)

harry/lucius

“Four months after the Hogwarts Battle, Harry is slowly recovering, safe in his Manor. Until one day Kingsley deposits on his doorstep a strangely conciliatory Lucius Malfoy, condemned to death. It turns out that the Lord has formulated as his last wish the desire to spend with the Survivor the seven days remaining before his execution.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25213927/chapters/61114621

“The Seduction of Harry” by Caz251

(48,567 words)

harry/lucius

“Lucius Malfoy always gets what he wants, what he feels he rightly deserves, and for his role in the war he feels like the grand prize should be his.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/787392/chapters/1485691

“Unexpected Things” by purple mangosteen

(75,377 words) complete

master of death

harry/lucius

“Harry suggests to hire Lucius as DADA teacher in order to get information. Lucius agrees because he's curious & wants to use Harry to further Malfoy's family influence. What will happen next as they both become attracted to each other?”

Fanfic: Unexpected Things Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Poisonous Kiss” by enchanted nightingale

(102,970 words)

harry/lucius

“When Harry frees Dobby, Lucius scares the house elf and the Savior is left alone with Lucius Malfoy in an encounter with unforeseen results.”

Fanfic: Poisonous Kiss Ch 1, Harry Potter

“From Darkness Emerges” by Herald-MageAnduli

(37,740 words) complete

harry/lucius

“At the end of 6th year, Harry comes into his inheritance. The wizarding world heads into war as he begins 7th year & nobody expects him to be Dark.”

From Darkness Emerges - Chapter 1 - Herald_of_Dreams - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“From Darkness Emerges” by Herald-MageAnduli

(37,740 words) complete

harry/lucius

“At the end of 6th year, Harry comes into his inheritance. The wizarding world heads into war as he begins 7th year & nobody expects him to be Dark.”

From Darkness Emerges - Chapter 1 - Herald_of_Dreams - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Butterfly” by AislingSiobhan

(201,697 words) complete

harry/lucius

harry/voldemort

“When Harry was 5 he had a pet butterfly. The butterfly could turn into a man who lived in Harry’s basement. That man killed Vernon when Harry turned 8. That man is a Death Eater who has been training Harry in how to be a proper Pureblood Heir. Harry was always told he was a bit like a Caterpillar and one day he’d be a Butterfly too. Sorted into Ravenclaw, when he starts Hogwarts, Harry learns that sometimes it’s much harder to keep secrets than it is to tell lies. But it could be worse: he could have been a Slytherin. As if enough people didn’t look at him funny already!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/391351/chapters/642269

“Harry Potter: Blessed by Fates” by FrankieSpitfire

(429,340 words) complete

harry/lucius

“The war is over and done with, Voldemort is no more. Harry returns to Hogwarts to finish his education. But life has a few more things in store for The Boy Who Lived. Defeating the Dark Lord was easy. Dealing with friends, enemies and love, proves to be much more difficult. Harry and his friends discover that being a teenager and growing up isn't all that fun.”

Harry Potter: Blessed by Fates - Chapter 1 - FrankieSpitfire - Harry Potter - JK Rowling