#deathly hallows pt1

[howdon-aldi-death-queue]

this gal is about to reblog domhnall gleeson’s content here as well. hope you like ginger men 🫡

[orion-lake]

Harry Potter Rewatch | Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt1

“ We won’t last two days with out her. Don’t tell her I said that.”

[cuffmeinblack]

Ron Weasley in Deathly Hallows pt1

[fic-adict]

Draco x Reader

It's Us Against The World

I've had this hp fiction idea in my head for ages now and couldn't find anything like it so I decided to write my own :D (yes I am that desperate)

Also read on Ao3:

This starts off at the opening dinner scene of Deathly Hallows Pt1 where the muggle sympathizer is killed and Draco fights to hold it together.

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Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

It was the gentle chant she replayed in her head that kept her sane, the rhythmic clatter of the utensils reprising actions over and over dimmed the roaring chaos of her brain. It stiffened her mind to a numbing rhythm, allowing her to remain woefully ignorant to the thunderous bolt of green that zipped past her hands to strike the researcher who now lay limp on the dining table, whose stiff fingers now strayed threateningly close to her plate.

It was another gathering of death eaters and their relatives, another session of Voldemort's' inspirational advocations of cleansing the earth of all muggle-born concluding with yet another corpse gracing their table. This time it was a witch, their own kin, who sprawled lifeless below them. She had believed that muggles and witches could breed and publicly advocated her beliefs, even publishing research to prove that no "contamination of pure blood" had any correlation with decreased wizarding ability. It was what some more conservative speakers of the magistrate argued to be a blasphemous outroar, condemning the inflaming public support that had now inevitably ended more than her career.

And now all y/n could do was stare down at her dish and beg her mind to maintain her nonchalant display as horrors unfolded before her, it took all remaining shreds of sanity and self-control to slice yet another piece of tasteless beef and chew it to groundless mush, to disregard the singed, blooded curls that now danced around her plate.

Ignoring the savage choirs of gratitude to the Dark Lord from her parents and their fellow death eaters chipped at her ability to anchor the stale meal to her stomach, yet her current focus was now derived from urging her body not to hurl but instead forcing her eyes to remain downcast as they had been for the entirety of the event. She battled to restrain the almost uncontrollable will to cast a subtle upwards glance at the boy sitting opposite her knowing exactly what she would be faced with.

His face would have a deathly pale glow, lips pursed to a trembling pale line, eyes welled with unshed tears resulting in bright puffy red lids, arms quaking with efforts of wheezing breaths through the suffocating guilt, fists clenched atop the table, meal untouched, nails digging into the skin of his palms till they broke away crimson.

She'd have to remember to clean them later.

He didn't understand how she did it. He didn't understand how she could act so steadfast and unbothered by the nightmare unravelling itself before them. He couldn't understand her unwavering motions as she picked up yet another piece of meat and placed it to her lips while the corpse of yet another human, one that had been desperate and pleading not seconds ago, dropped with a sickening lifeless thud before them. He didn't understand the unbothered demeanor that surrounded her like a plate of armor, the one that deflected the sickening screams and pleas of all victims that would torture his mind for weeks but prevented her from a single second of flinching unease. He didn't understand how she could seem so detached from all the torment she witnessed but have all that armor fracture and rupture the moment she found seclusion.

Only he knew too well that in the darkest depths of isolation and with complete assurance that nobody else would witness the havoc did she shred apart every raw comprehensible emotion and allow herself an instant where she could break down every feasible sentiment and be oh-so vulnerable. Only in those feeble seconds could they hold each other dream beyond hope that one day this would all be over, that this entrapment is merely a temporary sentence. It was the silent hysterical weeping and quivering and trembling that they allowed themselves to display only to one another that kept them sane just a little while longer. Those were the thoughts racing through his head as fought against the sob racking its way up his throat.

Yet even with so much explanation, Draco still couldn't understand how she manage to hold on to her composure.

It was then that their eyes met. Only for an instantaneous second did she break the rhythm of her motions, fork hovering just below her lips for a single fraction longer. And yet it was all the communication they needed, only a momentary glance at her pale, glassy eyes and he understood the meaning. It was the only indication of a chipping armor, a waxy layer of tears clouding her vision and a silent appeal to urge him to start his meal and avoid any deriving suspicion.

And so that's what he did. With trembling motions, he unclenched his palms which came away crimson, and mirrored her every action to perfection.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

And silently he understood. 

[performing-personhood]

What things make your autism twitch in a bad way?

I'll go first

When I have a question and I simply cannot Google up the answer. Doesn't matter how I word my query or how I structure my boolean, there is no answer to be found on even multiple pages of the Google search.

I literally get so frustrated at not being able to answer a perfectly straightforward question that I'll meltdown if I don't walk away and distract myself for an extended period. (Learned the meltdown bit the hard way, of course.)

This week so far, the things I don't have an answer for are:

What is the product all these tiktok women are using to do the "peeling my face off" prank? It must be some kind of sfx latex but it goes on so light and smooth as to be undetectable and that is really impressive. I just wanna know what the product is?????

Did they use the take where David Holmes broke his neck in the final cut of the HP&The Deathly Hallows Pt1? ???????

[silverxstardust]

Hermione Granger (Deathly Hallows pt1) pink cardigan 🩷

Someone say it's from Topshop but I found exact one in Cubus 🫶🏻

[skeletonoli]

I got bored and decided to order the harry potter films in order if cuntines

in 8th place:

Deathly Hallows PT.2

I would say the only cunty part of this film is the dragon scene, Hermione dressed up as Bellatrix, Molly Weasley subsequently murdering Bellatrix and Narcissa lying to Tom riddle.

in 7th place:

philosopher's stone

yet again not much going on but added points for dumbledores colourful robes, McGonagall giving malfoy detention,commuting murder at age 11 and (controversially) dumbledore giving gryffindor points after awarding the cup to Slytherin.

in 6th place:

deathly hallows pt1

yet again was not giving my much but the mere presence of Remus, Kingsley, Bill, Fleur, tonks (and controversially mundungus) as well as kreatcher, Dobby, the entore cellar secne and dumbledores cryptic ass will really boost the rating on this one

in 5th place

chamber of secrets

this is the point where I think we start reaching *serving* territory. points for every interaction with Lockhart, Snape at dueling club, Lucius malfoys little coquette hair bow and (especially) young Tom riddle. this would score higher if they included the singing dwarfs.

in 4th place

goblet of fire

this is here for obvious reasons, the dragons, the champions, the quidditch world cup, Barty disguised as the man who murdered his bf and killing his dad, harry refusing to bow in the graveyard, "I'll show you mine if your show me yours", the "HARRY DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE" scene, the mere presence of david tennant, "I'm not an owl", sassy harry and last but not least karkaroff's slay jewellery. would rate higher if they had included Charlie Wesley and the ton tongue toffees.

in 3rd place

order if the phoenix

giving points for "who's Cedric, your boyfriend", "don't call me nymphadora", the sheer presence of Sirius, Remus, tonks and Kingsley again, Sirius showing up in that kings cross waiting room in nothing but a robe, the presence of luna lovegood, the da, sassy harry, Fred and George's departure, giving umbridge to the centaurs and " I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK". also as much as I hate to admit it and as much as I hate her umbridge kinda served cunt, I won't lie. not much more to say about this it came it served, it left.

2nd place

half blood prince

What's cuntier than giving yourself a mysterious nickname, creating your own spells, writing them in your textbook and keeping the textbook in your classroom for decades. more points for Harry's obsession with Draco, hermione rigging try outs, slug club meetings, unbreakable vow, dumbledores death and rab note.

1st place

prisoner of azkaban

this is here for obvious reasons. mainly the Sirius and Remus reunion but also the malfoy punch and many other points

[donatellokinnersinner]

What Happens If...? (TMWT)

What happens when an Army of Magic Dino Aliens snatch a Mutant Wizard Turtle and attempt to get information from it?

these stupid Dinos forget that Turtles come in bales, and they happened to hurt the most gentle, caring turtle among the bale.

and now, the three angry bros will have no mercy on these oversized reptiles.

what the hell did these supposed Dinos do to poor Don? well, I drew some of that too!

Firstly, they kidnapped her, which is NOT OKAY. they wanted to know where the Fugitoid was, and knew that Don and their brothers had harbored him!

and no matter how many times Don told them that Honeycutt was no longer on Earth, they didn't believe him! (how rude)

when they began to get rough with the turtle, they got defensive, subsequently tasing the Prime Minister, then desperately lunging for their wand that had been discarded on the floor.

unfortunately they were stopped by the big-ass lizards.

(her poor Bow! it's starting to come undone)

she was then held on her knees as the Prime minister revealed his own wand. why these Prehistoric Aliens had magic, no one will ever know, but the fact was, that they DID have magic.

And to one Adolecent Wizard Terrapin, this did not look like it was going to end well.

when Don still refused to tell them where Honeycutt went, the Dinos took... drastic measures.

It was not plesant.

Don called out to her eldest brother through their magic, and the eldest received that message, feeling and knowing what his younger brother was going through.

once Don had told the Triceratons everything she knew, they threw her to the side, booting up their systems to search for the robot. Don remained on the ground, afraid to move and draw their attention again.

(yes this is a reference to the Hermione torture scene from HP: Deathly Hallows Pt1)

and when the other three members of his bale showed up to find him so distressed, they were not happy.

not happy at all.

[lizisnthererightnow]

is it just me or in deathly hallows pt1 when harry and hermionie are dancing to o children it actually brings me to tears, just me??

[butyourewrong]

Harry potter and the deathly hallows pt1 (21/11/22)

[ilikefandom]

Protection: Severus Snape x reader

Genre: Dark Fluff

Synopsis: Severus takes his fiancee, (Y/n), to a death eater meeting

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem reader

Warrnings: Violence, Threat of Violence, Snakes, Abuse of Power

Sitting in her seat at the banquet (Y/n) shifted her body uncomfortably. Being engaged to Severus Snape was wonderful, however, his friends were less savory. As she listened to Lucius Malfoy drone on and on over his new bill idea for the ministry, something caught her attention. The younger Malfoy was rubbing his left arm almost unconsciously, almost as if his dark mark was new. Bellatrix was picking her nails with a silver knife, stealing glances at the door, and observing (Y/n) like she was a challenger in the colosseum.

“Severus,” (Y/n) whispered to her fiance, “could we leave soon? It feels awkward that the owner of the home, a.) talks of nothing but himself, b.) judges the ring you bought me because it’s ‘not high class enough, and c.) does not sit at the head of the table which remains empty.” She took a deep breath and continued. “Is somebody else coming?”

“Yes,” Severus hissed into her ear, “And when he arrives, apply the occlumency I have been teaching you. He is a skilled legilimens, even more so than I, he will try to gain entry to your mind.”

“Who is he? The minister?” (Y/n) asked with some fear in her eyes, if it was who she thought he was, well, there would be a reason to hide her memories with Severus. 

“Yes and no,” Severus explained, badly. 

The doors at the end of the hall opened and the sound of scales on stone rang throughout the room. 

(Y/n) grabbed his hand under the table, panic in her eyes, “I hate snakes.” She said quietly, shivering.

Narcissa, the nicer of the two hosts caught her eye from across the table and smiled reassuringly. (Y/n) took a deep breath and calmed her mind, so that the panic wouldn’t break her focus. The snake slithered into the candlestick near another man’s head.

As soon as the man, pale as snow, face of a snake, stepped into the room the room fell silent. He slunk, like his serpent into the chair at the head of the table.

“Severus,” Lord Voldemort said, as he looked up at the man in question. “You bring news I trust, and a lovely young lady I see. Come here girl.”

(Y/n) swallowed the air in her mouth and got out of her seat. She made her way to the front of the table and stood next to the dark wizard. 

The tendrils of intrusion tapped at her mental wall and found the door in the side. Memories came through her mind. Sitting at her desk dealing with Draco Malfoy who had used the Muggleborn slur, saying that he is entitled to his beliefs, but the use of the word ‘Mudblood’ is against school rules. Severus, holding her hand for the first time, on their first date, when he proposed, and having a meltdown when his third year class could not seem to grasp the use of moonstone in potion making. All of the memories, mundane and boring as they were, a shield for what she knew of Severus’ Order activities. 

“That is a lovely ring.” The dark wizard commented before gesturing at her to leave.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and sat down again. Severus tapped her on the knee letting her know that she did well. 

“You bring news, I trust, Severus.” Voldemort asked as he stared down the man in all black.

“It will happen next Saturday, at nightfall.” Sevurus stated as he stared back into the slitted pupils of Lord Voldemort’s eyes. 

Another death eater interrupted Severus as he said “I have heard differently my Lord. Dawlish the Auror has let slip that the Potter boy will not be moved until the 30th of this month, the day before he turns 17.”

Severus looked directly at the man and responded, “This is a false trail, the Auror Office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter. Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the ministry.”

(Y/n) sat quiet, she was unaware of when the young man was to be moved, she wasn’t working as a spy, but rather another pair of eyes to observe the scenery. 

Another death eater piped in, “Well, they’ve got that right then.” 

The entire table of dark witches and wizards began to laugh, (Y/n) chuckled along, just to be polite, she wanted no part in the murder of a 16 year old boy. 

“What say you Pius?” Asked the dark lord, staring down the table at the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The room fell silent as he spoke, almost as if his voice extinguished the rest.

“One hears many things my Lord. Whether the truth is among them is not clear.” The man spoke, his charisma and effortlessness oozing within every word.

Voldemort laughed, looking Thicknesse in the eyes, “Spoken like a true politician. You will, I think, prove most useful Pius.” He smiled at the younger man, his teeth glinting in the firelight. The ministry member smiled back, just the slight raising of his lips. 

The Dark Lord then turned back to Severus, “Where will he be taken? The boy?” He asked with conviction, giving (Y/n) a slight glance as she held her gaze on the fire. Desperate to look anywhere but those snake eyes. 

“To a safehouse,” Severus responded, sliding his hand to hers, stroking it in a comforting gesture. The feeling of his, rough, calloused hands on her smaller ones felt like home. “Most likely the home of someone in the Order. I’m told it has been given every manner of protection possible. Once there, it will be impractical to attack it.”

The sound of a throat clearing echoed throughout the hall. “My Lord.” Bellatrix said, her voice grating across the stone like nails on a chalkboard, “I would like to volunteer myself for this task, I want to kill the boy.” The desperation in her voice was plainly obvious, she not only wanted to fulfill his expectations, she wanted him, romantically. (Y/n) almost gagged on the air. 

A strangled cry tore through the room and (Y/n) jumped slightly. Severus’ hand tightened on hers, keeping her in her seat.

“Wormtail!” Voldemort shouted at Pettigrew. “Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest quiet!” His anger was apparent and (Y/n) was happy that she was not in the line of fire. Severus still held on to her hand as if to pull her behind him at any moment. 

“Yes my Lord, right away, my Lord.” The mousy man in the corner coward as he flicked his wand at the body floating at least five feet off the ground. 

(Y/n) recognised the woman from somewhere, but she had no clue of where.

“As inspiring as I find your bloodlust Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.” He spoke to her as if she were a child, and, after he did, Bella hung her head in either shame or disappointment. “But,” Voldemort continued, “I face an unfortunate complication, that my wand and Potter’s share the same core. They are, in some ways, twins. We can wound, but not fatally harm one another. If I am to kill him I must do it with another’s wand. Come, surely one of you would like the honour, hmmm. What about you, Lucius?”

Lucius Malfoy who had paled at the mention of his name looked up at his dark master, who now stood behind him. “My, Lord,” he choked, unable to come up with words for the situation he found himself in. (Y/n) almost felt bad for him, but as she looked at the weasel struggling, she had to admit it felt good to watch him squirm. 

“My Lord,” Voldemort mocked, his sense of superiority clouding every syllable. “I require your wand,” he said as he stretched out a poorly manicured hand to accept Lucius’ wand. 

Narcissa looked straight ahead, but, as she sat across from (Yn), the latter could sense the panic flowing out of her eyes.

Lucius’ hands shook as he removed his wand from its cover and handed it to Lord Voldemort, not daring to look the other man in the eyes.

“Do I detect elm?” Voldemort asked, ushering glee into his voice as he manipulated his puppet. 

“Yes, My Lord.” Lucius responded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Voldemort snapped off the handle of the wand, causing its owner to flinch.

“And the core?” Voldemort examined the wand a bit further to exploit Lucius’ discomfort. 

“Dragon, dragon heartstring, my Lord.” Lucius murdered as he looked away from his broken wand, eyes fixing to the table.

“Dragon heartstring.” The Dark Lord repeated, rubbing salt into Lucius’ wounds, tossing the handle onto the table, causing Lucius to flinch once again at his master’s actions.

Voldemort moved away from Lucius, flicking the broken wand at the woman’s body, causing it to drift over the table. 

“To those of you who do not know, we are joined here tonight by Miss. Charity Burbage.” The evil man said, his voice soft, but commanding.

Charity, (Y/n) knew that name, she was the woman that Severus had introduced to her at Slughorn’s last party of the year. She had not liked Charity’s pushy point of view on muggles. Not that she disagree with half bloods, but her approach on teaching was a bit, well, opinionated.

“Who, until recently, taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her speciality was Muggle Studies.” The crowd of death eaters laughed at the woman who was trying to escape her magical bonds. “It is Miss. Burbage’s belief that Muggles are not so different from us. She would, given her way, have us mate with them.”

The assembly of death eaters jeered at Charity making faces of disgust and yelling insults at her. Bellatrix laughed as the body passed by her, making her point of view on muggles quite clear. 

“To her,” Voldemort continued, “the mixture of magical and muggle blood is not an abomination, but simply, to be encouraged.”

“Severus,” Charity whimpered. “Severus, please.” The woman begged, with her eyes, for Severus to set her free. He did not move. “We’re friends,”

Severus stared at the woman with a blank face, his face twisted into a mask of indifference.

Voldemort casted the killing curse upon Charity, causing her corpse to hit the table. 

(Y/n) jumped at the clunk, as well as several other death eaters. The hissing of the snake almost drove her into a panic attack. 

“Nagini,” Voldemort spoke to the snake that had slithered up to the table. “Dinner.”

Severus, knowing what was going to happen next, lunged to press (Y/n)’s face into his chest, a move that was laughed at by several of his colleagues. 

Nagini lunged at Charity’s body and began to devour it. Severus kept his large hand pressed to the back of your skull. And it was at that moment that he knew. He would watch any number of his colleagues die to protect (Y/n). Even if he had to do it himself.

Hi readers! This is based off of the Meeting at Malfoy Manor scene from the Deathly Hallows pt.1 movie. I do not own Harry Potter. Please send in requests and asks! - Author

[thebitchiestoflasagnas]

Rupert Grint appreciation week 2017: Day 3- Favourite acting performance(s) (a specific scene)

I could easily insert any shitless pic and call it a day, but I’ll go the hard way (not really) and introduce you to the scene that made me fall in love with this man in the first place. Its Harry and Ron’s fight in Deathly Hallows pt1. I’ve been watching HP movies since the very childhood and the fact that this scene still sends shivers down my spine should mean something. Its clearly visible how Rupert feels his character through and through while Dan just wags his arms around with vacant expression. Rupert not only carries the entire scene on his shoulders but totally nails it. This is just one of scenes that open up his talent full on and I surely hope there’s still a lot more yet to come. Love, 😇🍋

[benjaminhighways]

Its the way that Hedwig’s death upsets me more than anyone else, in the entire series! 😢😢😢

[magicworn]

cormac: my father will hear of this. me: that’s not your line, sweetie. leanne: he’s so brave.

[amythegloriouspond]