#dementores

[rainbow-posteador]

Días grises 🚉🌧🌲

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Valentine’s Day! Draco and the twins please

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36

Harry stares at Voldemort's face, slack in unconsciousness, his body sprawled across an expensive leather couch. "I can not fucking believe that worked."

"Why would I have done it if it wouldn't have worked?" Draco demands, with his mother's face and her voice and his mocking eyeroll.

The dementor Draco had found - her name is something Harry's convinced a human throat can't pronounce, but she'd signed that they could call her Tori - sways hopefully in the direction of the chest of horcruxes.

Apparently the terrifying, soul crushing dread that dementors give off is something they can consciously turn on or off. Being around her is just sort of cold.

"Yes, yes, sorry, please go ahead," Draco says, flipping open the chest revealing the assorted treasures Voldemort had stored his soul in. "Nagini is just down the hall if someone wants to go take care of that."

Hermione checks that the safety is off of her pistol then says, "On it."

"Don't kill her," George says, eyeing Tori as various items disappear underneath her robe. "We need her alive for Tori to suck out their souls. Just incapacitate her."

"Aim low," Ron says, a heap of acromantula silk rope over his shoulder.

"I could help," Harry starts, feeling especially useless.

Fred shakes his head. "No, no, the timing is very important here."

"Yeah," Draco says, looking over a desouled ring with interest. "Just sit there and wait to get a soul sucked out."

Great.

"Oh, don't look so put out," Draco says. "At least it won't be yours. Right Tori?"

She nods. Harry supposes she seems trustworthy. It's not like he's that trusting of wizards that work at a prison, so he probably shouldn't hold the other dementors he's met against her.

[crimsonlovebartylus]

Barty didn't go crazy when Regulus went missing, Barty went crazy when the voices in his head sounded to much like Regulus and they kept spewing hate that sounded familiar to what his dad would say to him.

while regulus tried to comfort him and yell that he loves him, but his hand kept going through barty because he was dead.

[videogamelover99]

Reverse SKK AUs are so funny because we have this scary, edgy Mafia Executive who seems to be one step ahead of anyone who tries to get in his way and then one time you see your "mysterious" co-worker yelling at him and calling him a "bastard" without blinking and you just want to live and have your agency survive and not get nuked by the PM and suddenly the big scary Mafia guy devolves into a five-year-old child and starts yelling playground insults back at him.

[cursedonyx]

Rushed lil doodle from Chapter 35 of my fic. Flipped because for some reason it looks better this way.

Links to the fic and my other nonsense in my masterlist

[valeriearmani1]

in my mind barty escaped from the wizarding world & became a line cook in the muggle world

[quiltofstars]

"Dementor Dust", LBN 1158 // Simon Pepper

[atlasdoe]

REMUS LUPIN HAS A SWEET TOOTH AND I WILL NEVER BE CONVINCED OTHERWISE

[tedwardremus]

The final Harry Potter book should have ended with the International Confederation of Wizards coming to Britain and setting up criminal trails for not just death eaters but ministry employees

[flowery-laser-blasts]

Welcome to Villain house party 3.0!

Drakken's heart sank as he noticed that his evil acquaintances shared his same ingenious plan. "I told ya to wear that ragedog costume! Look at me now! I'm wearing a cheerleader skirt!!!" Duff yelled. "I don't see how this is any different from your Kilt, Killigan." lord Monkey Fist replied.

"Uhm, Doctor D? why is Lurman dressed like you? I thought he was your number one fan." Shego pointed over at Frugal Lucre, who was trying to make his way over to the pair. "OH, yes Francis is the judge of tonight's costume party." Amy explained. "Well then," Shego laughed as she noticed Drakken's face contorted into a forced smile to appease the man, "I guess winning first place will be no big, right KP?"

[amuhav]

Aestrya Calaith. Vinari. Captain of the Sentinels and Palace Guard. There was a reason only Calaith had ever been considered to take over Qariel’s position, entrusted with the Queen’s very own safety. The same reason she was the only person Ailos feared more than Kaelys herself. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to never experience the emptiness of that woman’s magic again.

[alfiisalvatore]

this is me

[storyparrot]

Oh my god

In PoA Sirius has about shoulder length hair, right??

But if he's been locked up in Azkaban for twelve years, how is his hair not longer?

Even if it had been completely short when he went in, it should have been much longer (except depression/absence of hope makes hair stop growing).

So my point is, dementors as hair dressers and stylists.

[binvibin]

me when i remember barty never actually died

[aeligsido]

Remus forgetting his Wolfsbane is pretty funny I think we can all agree on this but like. He didn't even have the potion at the time? He was waiting for Snape to bring it to him when he caught what happened and the Map and forgot to think™ and just went after the murderer, his best friend, and the children.

On the other hand, why the fuck didn't Snape bring the Wolfsbane with him after bringing him to Remus, not seeing him but following things™ on the Map, and then deciding to go spying on them? He had it in his hand!!! It wouldn't have been that hard!!!

Snape just tells us you want to be killed (bitten) by a werewolf it'll be quicker ffs

Anyways I think it's time we pile on Snape for being irresponsible with the Wolfsbane in this essay i will—

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Dementor

@wolfstarmicrofic September 19, word count 850

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He tumbled out of the fireplace into the tiny flat that Peter called home. A quick glance told him Peter wasn’t in the room with him, but he could hear the shower running in the bathroom. 

The flat was basically just one room with a miniscule bathroom attached. In the corner was a kitchenette, a sofa butted up against the counter with the fireplace before it and taking up most of the room was Peter’s huge four-poster bed. Much like the ones they had a Hogwarts but built for an actual adult. Sirius decided to have a bit of fun. 

He jumped on the bed just as he heard the shower being turned off and pulled the curtains, too. Peter was so unobservant he’d never notice. Sirius was careful to leave them open a crack so he could watch for the opportune moment. He crouched ready to leap out at his friend. The bathroom door opened, and an ear-splitting growl filled his head.

He blinked and looked behind him, but there was nothing there. He peeked between the hangings again and the growl sounded again, but this time he understood it. It was a warning. Danger. 

Peter turned towards his wardrobe and that's when Sirius saw it. The dirty stain of ink that the death eaters were so proud of showing off. There, on Peter’s left forearm was the dark mark.

Sirius couldn’t believe his eyes. Peter. Little Peter. His friend since they were eleven. Peter, one of his best friends. Wormtail. Peter was in league with Voldemort. Sirius felt a wave of grief crash into him. He needed to get out of there. Peter couldn’t find him there.

His first instinct was to tackle Peter to the floor and call the Order in and a dementor and get him carted off to Azkaban, but he was still in hiding. If he made himself known, it would put their whole plan in jeopardy. The pack. Regulus. Luckily, the decision was taken out of his hands.  

Peter gasped and Sirius thought he was done for. But Peter's hand moved to the tattoo and held it as though it had hurt him. 

“Brilliant, perfect timing,” Peter grumbled as he quickly changed and rushed out of the door, leaving Sirius alone in his flat.

Sirius fell back onto his rump and shook. He was in shock. He wasted a few minutes reeling from what he’d discovered before he got the hell out of there. He cast a disillusionment charm over himself and snuck out before apparating away. 

He apparated to three different places, in case he was followed. He had no idea who could be watching Peter’s flat, before returning to the camp, white-faced and on the verge of tears. 

He found Remus and threw himself into his boyfriend's arms. 

“Sirius, what happened? Did Orion—” Sirius shook his head. 

“No, Father says he’s going to try and figure out a way to get Voldemort out in the open. It’s- it’s something else. Where’s James?” His voice had gone all croaky. 

“Where do you think?” Remus rolled his eyes at the thought. “Sirius, you’re shaking. You need to sit down,” Remus said more kindly. Remus settled himself back on the ground and pulled Sirius into his lap, gently stroking his back and holding his clasped hands as Sirius calmed himself down enough to take the mirror out of his pocket and call James. 

When James finally got his own mirror out and answered Sirius, Sirius was seconds away from going to Potter Manor himself. 

“Finally,” He snarled. “You need to get here straight away, it’s urgent, and cannot wait,” He then hung up and nuzzled into Remus, using his familiar scent to calm him. Ten minutes later, James turned up with a disgruntled Regulus trailing behind him. 

“Between you and that damn elf, James and I never have a moment to ourselves,” Regulus grumbled at his brother. 

“Sorry, Reggie, but this is important. Marauder important,” He said to the other two members of their schoolboy gang. 

“What is it, Padfoot?” Remus asked him, tensing beneath him. Sirius swallowed loudly. 

“It’s Peter,” he began, pausing to find the words he needed and not wanting to say them. “Mother came back suddenly and called Rorbey to her, so I had to Floo out of the house and the only place I could think that would be safe was Peter’s. He was in the shower when I got there, so of course I was going to prank him,” Remus and James nodded along, everything making sense so far. “I hid in his bed, behind the curtains and waited. He came out and when he turned,” He shook his head, tears dripping from his eyes. “When he turned I saw something on his arm,” He stopped again. This was so hard. 

“What was it, Padfoot?” James asked, his voice more serious than Sirius had ever heard it. Sirius looked up at him, their eyes locking as tears continued to stream down his face.

“The dark mark,” James, Remus and Regulus froze in disbelief, before all hell broke loose.   

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