#deathly hallows au

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

For the one-word prompt challenge: Sirius Black - Fireworks

Thank you for sending the ask and prompt Chris!

"It's as if they know that he's gone," Sirius commented as the two of you watched the fireworks from the window.

"Fudge did tell the Prime Minister." You reminded him, leaning into him and resting your head on his chest.

"Now we can live." Sirius breathed while wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

[cheriecherishchen]

HP Rec Fest Day 5 & Day 8 - A canon-divergence fic

@hprecfest

Dirty Business by ILoveToChin25

Summary: AU DH. Harry is captured after setting off on his own to find the remaining Horcruxes, and is kept alive for Voldemort's own nefarious games. Draco Malfoy is assigned to look after him, and does so to protect his own self interest. Or does he?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Rating: M

Words: 184,631

A well-written AU to Deathly Hallows. Compared to the canon, the process of hunting Horcruxes and defeating Voldemort was darker and heavier, meanwhile easier – since the story focused more on developing the relationship between Harry and Draco. Also, the characters were portrayed more complicated in this story.

I truly love this Draco. He suffered a lot – physically and emotionally – even more than Harry, which made my heart ache and I almost cried for him. Draco was still selfish and fearful, but he loved and cared for Harry so much that he could be selfless and brave. And I love the way he interacted with Hermione and Ron. He actually cared for them eventually. Harry was understanding and trusting.

In short, the romance was beautiful, sweet, and tearful. Enjoy!

[maythevoidnotscreamback]

Need help finding a fic

I need help with finding a HP fic that might or might not be available anymore. I'm pretty sure it was on Ao3 but I could be wildly wrong.

It's Tomarry

It's got mpreg, not that Harry knows that can happen in the WW in the beginning

It's timelined as DH AU from the wedding party, which is where Harry found Tom (not that he consciously realized who he was at the time) and had sex with him

Luna makes a prophecy regarding V's child and when the Order finds out the various members start making plans to 'find the poor girl' and 'free' her of V's spawn. Harry is obviously upset.

The last chapter I remember reading had Harry speculating/daydreaming about the 'original' events of Cursed Child, a 'what-if' where V's child would be borne by someone else and interacting with his own by way of Ginny instead of Harry being said child's carrier.

[emsuemsu]

Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrims0n

Words: 180,305

Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes.

I was lost in the desert and this fic was the oasis I found and it saved my life. It really deserves all the hype it's gotten along the years and more. Very gracefully constructed, gut-wrenching, heart-rending. A definite classic and my new canon of DH.

[ao3-fanfic-rec]

Things We're All Too Young to Know by eevans

Fandom: Harry Potter

Hermione Granger had been asked—and agreed—to do many absurd things since learning she was a witch, usually involving Harry Potter. This long list included, in no particular order, smuggling baby dragons, being placed unconscious at the bottom of a lake surrounded by merpeople, and traveling back in time to fly an escaped convict to safety on the back of a mythical creature. But returning to a Death Eater-controlled Hogwarts pretending to be Daphne Greengrass may have been the most ridiculous yet.

Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy, >200k words, Hogwarts Seventh Year, Wartime Romance, Deathly Hallows AU

Completed

Thoughts: Okay so the premise for this fic had me hollering? Because I was intrigued to see if this fic was any bit as ridiculous as my favorite Taiwanese drama Bromance. As for whether or not it did - read the fic to find out.

Also I fear that maybe I should branch out a bit more with my HP ships but man Dramione and Tomione are just so good???

[fidget-scribbles]

Oh hey, I started a D/Hr longfic

At Last, and Too Soon Deathly Hallows AU. Draco has a complicated past. Hermione has questions.

Chapter 4 up today. Estimate 34 chapters/150k when it's done. Entirely plotted, the first half is already written. I know how it ends and I intend to update regularly.

MCD (kinda), canon-typical violence, semi-slow burn, but spicy when it gets there. Expect mystery, action, introspection, many twists and turns. 

(on Ao3)

[dramionedaydream]

Multi-chapter "Call Me Psyche" Dramione Mistaken Identity/Marriage Story is Complete

by diamonddaydream

Summary: Draco Malfoy leaves home every night while Death Eaters, werewolves, and snakes overrun his house. He ends up in the middle of nowhere with a woman who won't show her face. He calls her Psyche and though she's heartbroken over someone else, and keeping an immense secret, he doesn't care as long as they're together. Deathly Hallows retold as a Dramione story. HEA.

Read of ao3 or ffn

[bharatiya-naari-sab-pe-bhaari]

Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo [Chapter 3]

*pic credits to respective artist*

His arms touching his torn body softly as that loathsome familiar soothing cadence of his smooth baritone filled the water-logged bathroom like a ballad of the angels.

“Draco..please…”

He remembered ignoring the surprising hint of pain in his otherwise stoic words, a crack in that infernal glacial mask.

“Don’t touch me.”

He remembers the throat clogging fear, his wand clasped in a death grip which was quaking like a dry leaf caught in a thunderstorm that fateful day. Those twinkling cerulean eyes boring into his soul like a knife plunged in butter.

“Draco.. please let me help you.”

“No! You don’t understand. I have to do this. I have to kill you. Or else, he will kill me.”

“No.”

That voice coming like the toll of a Church bell. The man in black appearing like a phantom behind him, his solid presence blanketing him in his protective magic like it always had.

With all of the tattered courage left in him, Draconis Lucius Malfoy had resisted the urge to throw himself in the man’s arms just like he always had since the past sixteen years.

The headmaster’s haunting plea and the man’s emotionless reply had had him waking up screaming for several following nights.

“Severus please…”

“Avada Kedavra.”

[hermionecentric]

the watergaw

link: the watergaw

by: ectoheart, smokybaltic    

words: 39k

> In the middle of a war, Hermione is stuck in the middle of nowhere. With Draco Malfoy. Without her friends, her magic, or her books, she has only her wits to rely on to survive her plight- to say nothing of her company. They've declared a truce, but somehow Draco keeps slipping past all her defences. Stranded together in the wilderness, Hermione and Draco are in for cold nights, endless snark, bad wine, and some interesting scars.

oh god, oh fuck. the way this story has ruined me emotionally the past few days. it’s so beautifully characterised, the imagery, the storytelling. the moors... the way it’s told you can almost taste the moments that are so important to these characters as their identities are pushed to their limits and are defined by them. in this a, the setting itself is just such a brilliant idea and it tugs so much on my heart. 9.8/10 only wish it had been longer x

[ileftapieceofmysoulwithyou]

“You will stay,” Voldemort whispered. And the sinister, but almost pleading, order snuck under Harry’s skin, making his hair stand on end. Harry didn’t move. Couldn’t move. He searched between Voldemort’s eyes for the meaning. The hand on his hip dug into the bone and Harry tensed. He suddenly felt very helpless, a new kind of fear mounting. “You will stay,” growled Voldemort, and there was no trace of a plea now as he grabbed Harry’s jaw. Harry flinched back, angling his chin up in the older wizard’s grip, but maintained his silence. …“Why did you kill them?” Harry murmured the question again into his shoulder. He slid his knees up and wrapped his arms around them protectively, burying his mouth and nose against his arm. Through the darkness, his eyes traced the tasseled rope that tied the curtains back, feeling everything catching up to him. “It was about keeping people satisfied,” Voldemort finally said. Oh. Harry shut his eyes against such a simple, awful truth. The anger darkened, murderous. “It was violence,” Harry seethed, whipping around, uncaring that the man was sitting so close. “How is that satisfying?” Voldemort considered him for a long moment, watched him take shaking breaths through bared teeth. “I want to be violent with you, Harry Potter,” the Dark Lord whispered.

“Love in the Dark,”by ShoulderTallAbyss

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/98948073?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_552048852 

[neon-mooni]

Deathly Hallows Movie AU Prompt

Voldemort figures out that Draco doesn't want to carry out his plans to win the war, and orders Lucius to kill him. Draco apparates out of there before Lucius gets the chance, and gets splinched in front of Ron, who has been gone for a week because he doesn't think he'll be welcomed back after he screamed:

"Your parents are DEAD! YOU HAVE NO FAMILY!"

at Harry.

[makmakgoose]

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run

'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.

LINK

[salizalad]

AU in which Harry and Draco fight through the battle of hogwarts together. Also share your fic recommendations pleassseee, my people

[cherry-pop-elf]

Imagine if during the madness of the mess of the death eater wedding, Viktor Krum made an attempt to protect Hermione.

He grabbed her arm, and got yanked into the Apparation.

Now he joined the Horcrux hunt

Please I need so bad

Harry and Ron become a thing and Hermione and Viktor the same

Like Viktor uses his Durmstrang talents to take care of camping and hunting, so that stress is reduced on the trio's back so they can focus on the hunting of the dark artifacts

Ron and Harry share a bed and Hermione and Viktor the same

It's now four against the world, and one is literally trained to fight. So those death eaters get YEETED

Yes, I am now making a fanfic for this.

Yes it'll probs be my first ever post to AO3. Yes I need. Please. Please give me give me Golden Trio with Viktor taking on the world

PIs

Also Viktor 100% just casually accepting the golden trio is very poly like "Oh how wonderful" and totally vibes with Hermione having her moments with Ron and Harry.

COMMUNICATION IS SEXY YALL

Now I got one more thing to ask

[racfoam]

nynn Deathly Hallows AU

A day after Harry buried Dobby, she was sitting at the edge of the beach of Shell Cottage, staring out at the sea.

It was when she felt a wind not borne of the seaside caress on the doors of the soul bond that her body tensed. Picking herself up, Harry pulled out Draco's wand and Disapparated.

Harry landed on another beach, where above her, looking white cliffs stood tall. It was much warmer here.

The doors were pushed gently. Harry approached the sea, pulling of her Muggle clothes as she went, toeing off her trainers and pulling off her socks.

She could feel him at the back of her head now, so she laid on the bed of sand, spreading out her limbs, submerging her body inside the cool, cold water, closing her eyes. All her troubles went away underwater as the ocean drenched her face, her scar, her arms and any unlocthed skin. Everything turned quiet. Harry's long hair floated like a black veil in the sea.

After the first bubble came out her lips, Harry broke the surface again, refreshingly drenched. She stood up from the shallow and dried her hair with a drying charm, then did the same to the rest of her body. The moment the water was gone, Harry missed the feel of it. She Accioed her clothes to her and put on her shirt first.

The doors yawned open, creaking inside Harry’s ears. Saying nothing, Harry pulled up her trousers next.

She was stuffing her socked feet into her trainers when she felt the bond open, and Voldemort step past the doors.

Harry stood up, and Voldemort was there, three feet away from her, a red-eyed skeleton draped in black robes.

“Did the knife find a mark?” he asked, his cold voice all around her, just like the wind.

Harry clenched her teeth. She held her head high, and said nothing. The less Voldemort knows, the better. Harry climbed up the sandy beach, brushing past Voldemort; the cloth of his robe brushed against the cotton of her red shirt.

A skeletal, strong hand latched around her forearm, pulling Harry back, turning her around.

When Harry was turned to him, the hand released her. She felt his eyes on her.

“You’ve grown thinner.”

Was that a note of worry in his voice?

“It’s the fugitive style.” said Harry, staring at his collar. “You should try it out. Does wonders for your brain.”

Voldemort hummed. He moved out of Harry's periohery, and started circling her. Harry heard the sound of his bare feet on the sand as they walked, smelled the snowflakes she came to connect to his scent. She even felt the warmth of his breath on her neck when he leaned in and whispered, “Why did you run, Harry? I wouldn’t have harmed you. I would have been merciful toward your friends.”

Harry feels wetness on her cheeks. Despite drying her clothes and hair, her face is still wet from swimming in the ocean.

Voldemort stops in front of her, blocking her view of the blue horizon of the sea. Harry looks up at him then. His serpentine features are tense, impatience clear on the ivory face.

Harry glares at him for stepping in her way.

There are many things Harry could say.

“How was robbing Dumbledore’s grave?” she asks instead.

The impatience momentarily shifts to surprise. Voldemort looked almost displeased Harry knew what he had done while she was busy crashing on the beach and holding a dying Dobby in her arms.

Voldemort's skeletal hand disappears into the pocket of his robe. It pulls out a wand of dark wood.

Harry already thinks it doesn't suit him. The bone yew suited Voldemort much better.

Voldemort lifts it, sweeps his fingers across the bumped edges, thoughtful.

“It is not as though he will be needing it. I deserve it.”

Harry feels so disappointed and somber no words come. What was the point of trying, anyway?

“You’re still taking things that don't belong to you.” said Harry, breaking the silence.

Voldemort lunged, fast as a viper, with blinding speed. His long, skeletal fingers wrapped around Harry's throat, holding her paralysed.

“You belong to me!” he hissed, nightmarish face dangerously close, red eyes scalding into her. Harry's heart stopped beating for a moment as she stared at the enraged face.

Harry watched the rage fade, the tension vanish from the snake-like face. The fingers restraining her like a python loosened their grip on her neck, and his hands travelled up her skin. His fingers brushed her ears, and the next moment, those same palms were cradling her face as though she was the most fragile thing in the world.

The hiss turned into a silky whisper. “You’re mine.”

Another beat of silence.

“Come home to me.”

The red eyes trailed along her face hungrily, his breath caressing her cheek, wintery cold in a blooming spring sun.

The hunger overtook his eyes, the slitted pupils expanding into exploding dark holes. It was the only warning Harry received. Not that she could have stepped away, anyway, not with her face caged between his palms.

Voldemort sealed his mouth over Harry’s, kissing her hungrily. The kiss was warm and scalding hot, sending electric tremors through the most tender, vulnerable parts of her. Her lips were parted, so Voldemort took advantage, driving his tongue inside her mouth.

Harry didn't move. Didn't make a sound. She let him kiss her, let him have it. Voldemort, greedy as he was, hungering for more, took as much as he could, curling his tongue around Harry's mouth, tasting her and her lips both.

When it got too much, when Harry couldn’t breathe anymore, she whimpered into him. Voldemort pulled away regrettably, releasing Harry from his affection, tongue and lips retreating. He was smiling so beautifully, like an overjoyed boy.

The smile fell when he saw the sadness on Harry's face. Confusion marred his face. He looked as though he had no idea what he’d done wrong.

Harry felt so sad over the fact — over the fact Voldemort thought there was nothing wrong with this — that she felt tears gather in her eyes.

Voldemort bent down and kissed Harry again, this one slow and tender, not as passionate. Harry didn’t know how many times he kissed her. She knew she kissed him back a few times, hoping it would make him stop. But it felt as though he knew her heart wasn't in it, and kept pressing for more, his fingers caressing her face adoringly, repeating “Come home to me.” between each kiss.

Harry returned to Shell Cottage an hour later, rushed to the bathroom, and cried.

[elijahslittleprincess]