Plot device I’d like to see, although not a “prompt” to make a story… I just don’t think there’s enough here to go on:

Anyone watch “The Librarian” movie(s)?

After the Sword of Gryffindor presents itself to Harry in 2nd year I’d happily read a story where the sword is semi sentient or sentient as Excalibur is in those movies and teaches Harry how to use a sword while also pranking him/acting like an eager puppy around him.

I can envision Harry and Hermione learning the Patronus from Lupin together in 3rd when the sword pops into existence as if apparating itself sticking itself in Harry’s hands and dragging him about like a puppet. Meanwhile Hermione emits a put-upon sigh, rolls her eyes and pulls out a book and sits down to read while “Harry gets it out of his system.” She teasingly accuses him of “not allowing the sword to lead,” and that it will go much smoother once he starts “taking the lessons to heart.”

The following year they’re as isolated as they can be in public area that is the Hogwarts library researching for the tournament in 4th when the same sort of antics ensue. Krum is lurking in the periphery when suddenly Potter is up and dancing about with that great broadsword that Potter pulled out of nowhere in the first task WHILE flying like a falcon on his broom…Thank God he hasn’t had to face another seeker that crazy. Meanwhile the girl is still sitting at the table calmly, almost indulgently with a small smile on her lips…he rethinks his plan to ask her to the ball. Clearly if she’s this comfortable with this level of crazy of of the fan girls might be safer…. Krum retreats and Harry notices the sword seems to almost tremble in satisfaction and transitions to the inexplicable pattern that Hermione recognizes as nearly tossing Harry around in a Waltz of all things…

The couple is alone in the ROR after a DA meeting in 5th year. Harry laments that the lesson was going smoothly until that damned sword showed up, although it isn’t so “heavy-handed” anymore because he is getting actually rather good with it. But the rest of the students soon left because Harry’s focus was no longer on teaching. Including a reluctant Cho who wanted to talk to Harry after the lesson but can’t interrupt him when he seems so focused (he’s really just trying to hold on so he doesn’t get so banged up this time.) After the students leave the room the ceiling became awash with mistletoe and Harry found his fight lost as he was tripped up, landing with his head in Hermione’s lap… They find themselves in the fight of their lives in the DOM when Hermione falls to Dolohov’s curse. Harry suddenly finds the sword in his hands and it has a totally different feel to it than it’s usual playful warm energy and Harry strikes with a vengeance laying waste to all of the death eaters there. None escape, even Bellatrix is killed avoiding his thrust when she falls through the veil and Riddle is furious. He only narrowly escapes after his resurrection is uncovered when ministry officials arrive.

6th year Harry has tortured Dumbledore with a single swallow of the potion within the cave by the sea when the sword appears above the plinth, falling point first through the basin and draining away the vile concoction, allowing the locket to be retrieved and Dumbledore to avoid imbibing anymore. Dumbledore needs water but is still mentally and physically able to retrieve it himself. The infieri strike when the water is touched, but both react in time to avoid them and are able to fight them off, Dumbledore with his want and Harry with both wand and sword until they are able to effect an escape. Upon reaching back to the castle and finding Draco Malfoy atop the astronomy tower waiting to strike, Dumbledore incarcerates Harry in ropes and silences him where he was hidden. Dumbledore confronts Draco who disarms him, capturing his wand. The sword appears, dropping in front of harry and slicing through his restraints. Harry shoots Draco in the back with a disarmament charm and he also catches both Draco’s and Dumbledore’s wands. Snape shows up, leading the other death eaters by only moments, sees Harry, binds him and throws Harry’s invisibility cloak over him. The events ensue where Dumbledore is killed, blown from the parapet by Snape’s killing curse. The death eaters go to retreat but are confronted by a livid, sword wielding Harry and the DA led by Hermione. The couple disarms or kills the whole invading force, Harry some of those literally with the sword and they are able to get the whole story out of Snape before he is taken into custody by DMLE agents.

The Sword and Hermione, the power he knows not.

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Hermione wasn't sure of what to believe in anymore. She had been told stories of the black mist and its hunger. Legends of children who treated their magic like a parasite, until it became one. Tales of violence, darkness and death... But none of them looked like this.

No story was of a boy who couldn't talk, couldn't be touched. No legend was about broken childs with broken bones. No story talked about an old letter carried in shaking fingers.

Hermione needed to help him, before the Obscurus inside of Harry could take away what little soul he had left.

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Being in the third year of Hogwarts wasn't as bad as Hermione thought it would be. Okay, she definetly was suffering the side effects of actually spending her entire day studying (and time-traveling) but, for once, they had a pretty good D.A.D.A teacher. Lupin's classes were far more than interesting and educative, and, that morning, she couldn't help but wonder: what was her greatest fear? What form would her boggart take?

That was the first question Hermione would ever regret asking.

(Sorry this has no dialogue yet, I hope you'll understand :)

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You are a villain famous for “killing” heroes. In reality, heroes come to you to fake their deaths.

Sometimes they try to pay you.

You are posted out by the Hollywood sign tonight, sitting under the frame where the W used to be. It got burnt to a crisp during last week’s big superhero fight. A hero died right where you’re sitting. The whole area’s been closed down until Hero Force can coordinate a recovery effort. Usually it’d be done by now but no one’s willing to touch it until the ash has been completely blown away.

It’s a rule that the world must stand still when a hero dies.

“How much?”

The voice comes from behind you. The lights that illuminate the Hollywood sign are down to hide as much of the scorch marks as possible. You wouldn’t be able to see anything even if you did turn around, so you don’t.

You put some chapstick on, the glide of the balm against your wind chapped lips grounding.

“I said,” the Hero says, voice tightening, “How. Much.”

There’s the sound of gravel crunching now. They’re wearing heavy boots and the scent of fresh blood grows stronger the closer they get. Their breathing is smooth and even which means it’s not their blood.

You put the cap back on your chapstick and tuck it into your leather jacket’s inner pocket. “I don’t take money.”

“Then what do you take?” The Hero rounds the Y and comes into your line of sight. The dark hides most of their features, but you can make out a glittering gold mask and the dull shine of drying blood on their chest plate. Their breathing may be even, but their stance isn’t. They sway in place, back and forth, back and forth. Their arms wrap around their stomach. “I’ve got land. A house. You can have it.”

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Lily couldn't realize how this came to be. How could she? After all this time, after being able of doing nothing to protect her little boy (to keep him out of that bloody cupboard) he was there. He was there, right in front of her. He was smiling at Sirius, looking at Remus, talking to James. He was crying with her. He was there. Harry was there. And he was going to die.

But she knew, she knew that this was more than enough for her. He could make it, no matter what everyone else (including himself) thought. So she was smiling and looking at her child.

He was there, and he was alive.

He was there, smiling back.

He was there, not wanting to leave.

He was there, ready to die.

He was there, and he was loved.

Loved in so many ways it was overwhelming. He was loved, and she was at peace.

Lily was happy because her son was loved in Endless Ways.

So she smiled and talked to him.

Based on the lyrics of Endless Ways, by Anathema.

Samhain has passed. The first day of the eleventh month has ended. I feel like it is safe to live again.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again since no-one has yet given me a valid reason as to why James Potter, lacking a wand, didn’t just transform into Prongs when Voldy turned up and like… fucking spear him. Why didn’t he do that? Like I don’t care how astonishingly powerful a dark wizard he was, no-one could ever be prepared for walking into a house and there’s just… a massive fuck off stag staring you down? How could you possibly react to that? 

You couldn’t, giving said stag the opportunity to put an antler through his eye and save the day. Not to mention, can you imagine the Prophet headlines if that was how it’d gone down?

Valid reason coming your way….

You need a wand to assume your Animagus form.

You definitely don’t… Sirius did it in Azkaban.

Aha good point then yeah he should have impaled that motherfucker

He was unregistrated, right? I mean.. sure, he would have killed the dark lord, but still, it’s a crime. And then there’s the fact that the others were animagi too, which would lead to them being exposed and most certainly being accused of not getting themselves a registration. Their connections to Remus would be obvious, and I think he’d be exposed too. We all learned about the problems lycantrophy causes, and I don’t think James would have been stupid enough to risk that his best friend lost everything.

To be fair, you try telling the guy who FUCKING IMPALED Voldemort that he had to go to jail for being unregistered.

Also, it’s the ministry of magic. You could literally say that someone had created a stag by whatever means, and they’d buy it.

Another superlative point—"Where did the stag—yes, it was definitely a stag not a deer note that down please—where did it come from you ask? Oh, absolutely haven’t the foggiest Mister Minister Sir—it was just sort of there. Passing through I suppose.“

”…Passing through.“

“Yes.”

“Through your hallway.”

“Yes.”

“And stabbed Voldemort through the eye.”

“Through the eye, yes, and right through the brain: ghastly stuff, Minister, felt absolutely horrid.”

“It felt horrid?”

“I mean… I imagine so.”

“… right. And where did this deer go?”

“Oh, it vanished, Sir, quite spontaneously.”

“…uhuh. So the stag just wandered into your home, skewered a dark wizard, disapeared, and you saw neither where it came from nor where it went.”

“That’s about the size of it, yes.”

“… Yeah okay that sounds legit job done lads.”