dark harry feels

I’m a total sucker for fics where Harry is dark and gets sorted into Slytherin, but I’m also really disappointed with how Ron and Hermione are treated in them

So: dark au where the trio is sorted into Slytherin

Hermione, who wants to use knowledge to change the world

Ron, who wants to finally be free of his family’s shadow

Harry, who wants to be great, to be admired, to be free

The teachers adore quick, clever Granger, but Severus worries when he sees the way she eyes the restricted section, how her mind is filled with deadly recipes and the ways to use them

The purebloods learn not to badmouth the halfbloods, not to bully the muggleborns, because Hermione knows forbidden magic, Hermione knows the untraceable poisons and the painful curses-and Hermione knows how to avoid being caught

No one outside of Slytherin pays attention to Ronald Weasley, so quiet compared to his brothers, and that’s a mistake

Ron casts his first dark spell and the power takes his breath away, Ron sinks into the comfort of blood rituals and makes outlawed sacrifices to forgotten gods

Ron wonders how his family could abandon this happiness in favor of a flickering light

Harry, the chosen one, the special one, the abandoned one

Harry looks at the light, looks at the people that did nothing for him, and dives into the dark

Lockhart dies drinking poison, Snape finds the trio huddled around Peter’s body, the aurors that find Umbridge’s remains vomit, and the Wizarding World doesn’t notice

Voldemort rises and does not face an old man and a group of do gooders

Voldemort rises and faces a witch with a brilliant mind and no taste for mercy, a wizard that delights in bloodshed and manipulates people like he moves chess pieces, and the broken, bloody boy that’s won their loyalty

Voldemort falls

we’ve established that julian is 110% slytherin so what about the other blackthorns?

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: Marked

4.5k words, G rated

When Scorpius arrived in that hellish other world he discovered he had the Dark Mark branded on his arm. He hoped that when he left it would go away, but here he is, back in his own world, hiding the scar from his best friend and his dad. 

Am I allowed to blame one of the actors for a fic? This is one hundred percent James Le Lacheur’s fault. I wrote this after seeing her first show as Scorpius back in October. For those who don’t know, her Scorpius rubs his left arm during the conversation about the Voldy timeline in McGonagall’s office, and I’ve now seen that happen twice, so it isn’t a coincidence. It made me wonder whether the Scorpion King is marked, and whether that would affect Scorpius. 

This is also @bounding-heart‘s fault for talking about Scorpius and Dark Marks recently. It’s time to finally drag this thing from the angsty depths of my iPad and unleash it on the world.

Thanks to @abradystrix for betaing! 

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Book Series A.K.A.s

Percy Jackson and the Olympians a.k.a. Sassy kids save the earth that is threatened by their family (distant relatives, jeez…)

Heroes of Olympus a.k.a. Sassy teenagers are tired of saving the earth, but have to, because Grandma is such a bitch sometimes…

Trials of Apollo a.k.a. Sassy God struggles to get his shit together

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard a.k.a. I see dead people…

The Kane Chronicles a.k.a. Notice me Senpai!

The Mortal Instruments a.k.a. Modern Family

The Infernal Devices a.k.a. The Steampunk Lovetriangle

The Dark Artifices a.k.a. V for Vendetta

The Lunar Chronicles a.k.a. Once upon a - HOLY SH*T!!!

The Hunger Games a.k.a. Battle Royale

Harry Potter a.k.a. Bad person wants to rule the world and kill everybody with non-pure blood - well, that sounds familiar!

Throne of Glass a.k.a. Assassin’s Creed

I care. And I just like anyone else fall in love , every now and then. But even though my intentions are gold, my words aren’t. I don’t know how to love. My whole life I have been taunted for not being good enough, living under the weight of expectations. The only love I received was in the snarky remarks. And that’s how I love. My love is in my snide remarks, in my subtle bullying, in my indirect help. I’m sorry if my love is repulsive to you but its the only way I know.
—  Draco malfoy (for all the things I didn’t say)
nbstevonnie replied to your post: guys i have read so much bad harry potter…

for real i am so specific with what i want in a snarry fic that i think i have about 3 i actually like…. the desperation is real

Tbh even with a pentagram, a blood sacrifice, a signed contract for my firstborn and some feathers from an angel I can still only call up a WIP that will never be finished.

(There are old fics I really love, like the Civil War series by Sushi - but the fact remains that I have also read those series about 200 times over 17 years ah well - and yes like it gets really specific like I don’t want Snape/Harry in a post-Voldemort-won-and-is-okay fics and I don’t want Snape/Harry in a ‘Tom Riddle isn’t so bad’ world and I don’t want Snape/Harry where like, I feel like I’m reading a 16 year old’s first fic and they don’t know dialogue yet, and I don’t mind dubcon if it’s done in a way I like it etc. etc. etc. Anyway I don’t know your specific parameters but yes I empathise very much with how hard it can be to find those three golden needles in four hundred haystacks).

(And so many promising fool’s-gold needles. So many. So many fics where I’ve read 40k and then just said ‘Pia why are you doing this to yourself’ followed by weeping as I try the next one, and the next one, and the next one, and doing it all over again. It’s genuinely the worst fandom to find specific OTP flavoured fics partly because oversaturation, partly because the fragmentation or flat out deletion of the old/best communities and partly because of other reasons, to say nothing of the fact it’s where a lot of people got started in fanfiction, including myself, so you get a lot of glaring newbie fic, which is great for newbie fic writers, but not great for me, who wants very specific types of fic written to very specific standards that I could actually fairly easily find in other newer fandoms like Thorki/Marvel or Adoribull/Dragon Age).

1pm: found a new story to read so I can procrastinate. (I’ll only read for an hour or two)

9pm: holy shit where did the sun go?! I haven’t ate anything all day!! Am I not a part of this AU?!? What is real lifeeeee!!!

…continues reading until 4am

How do I always manage to go for a run during the most humid time of the day? Like I’m pretty sure a good part of me melted away on the pavement…

Fight Night (One Shot #1)

Harry Styles One Shot/Imagine 

The Boxer Series

Past One Shots 

NOTE: All of this is completely fictional. The male lead is only being used for physical appearance. 

You didn’t understand why you had agreed with your best friend and her boyfriend to come to a fight so late at night. This was illegal and you couldn’t understand why the city turned a blind eye to this function when they must have known what was going on.

The room itself was lowly lit and there was dirt all over the stone floor. The ring was gigantic and black robe enclosed it on all sides. In the middle there was a red ‘X’ painted on. It was very terrifying to be in and it scared you.

Though you were scared you were much more curious as to what would prevail in a few more minutes.

“So Y/N what do you think? It’ll be so much fun; you’ll be begging me to take you to another fight once you’ve experienced this!” Y/B/F said as she bounced around making her boyfriend laugh. You nodded your head and continued to glance around the room, seeing many more people crowding the area. You three had made sure to get there a tad bit earlier than most to get a spot close to the ring. Continuing to glance around you noticed a man in all black already staring at you.

You glanced around to see if there was anyone else he could be looking at but everyone was in their own world. You turned around to see the man had moved and was just a few feet away from you, standing towards the entrance of the ring.

 His eyes still on yours as he moved around gracefully; behind him stood a man with dark hair and a hidden face as he started to talk to the boy.

The unknown man then winked at you before drawing the hood of the black robe he was wearing up. Your eyes widened as he jumped into the ring and stood tall in the corner.

“It’s starting Y/N!” Y/B/F next to you wacked on your arm and jumped up and down in excitement. You laughed as your attention was brought to another man jumping into the ring. It was obvious that the man in the blue robe was much bigger than the man in the black robe. Just as you were about to ask Y/B/F boyfriend who was who the announcer began to speak.

“Welcome to The Sound. Tonight ladies and gentleman we have our undefeated champion ready to take on one of Ireland’s greatest fighters.” The crowd began to scream loudly. The announcer, who must have been a young man himself, smiled and continued on.

“In this corner,” he pointed to the boy in the black robe, “we have London’s own undefeated champion Harry Styles!” The crowd went wild as the man took down his hood and smirked at all the wild people. All around you girls were whispering loudly all about the things they would like to do to him. You cringed at some of the details they put in and chided yourself for being so innocent.

“And in this corner we have Irelands ‘Iron Man’ Blake Carmichael.” Lots of booing and a few cheers here and there resounded throughout the great room.

“Now remember opponents there are no rules in The Sound, just don’t kill one another,” both men laughed.

 Blake took down his hood and a shock of bright orange hair fell into his face as he brushed it back. Both opponents glared at one another and a feeling of fear passed within you. You had always felt so strongly about all people and you feared for Harry just because his opponent was so much bigger than him.

Maybe coming to this fight wasn’t the best, you thought to yourself. You didn’t want to see someone get the living daylights beat out of them and you certainly didn’t want to see all the blood that would follow.

The announcer made his way over to his seat and rang the gold bell signally the fight was on and the rules were non-existent. The men circled around one another and it was Blake to make the first move, throwing a punch towards Harry’s head which he danced away from.

Harry’s moved were as calculated as they were graceful; he threw a punch towards Blake’s stomach and everyone got quite as it hit its intended target.

The man doubled over in pain as Harry brought his fist up again to punch the right side of Blake’s jaw. A sickening crunch echoed through the room. Your hand flew up to your mouth as you continued to watch Harry’s assault on his opponent. Harry’s eyes flew to where you were standing and his eyes met yours. He shot you a smirk and he turned around to deliver the final blow to his opponents face.   

The announcer jumped down from his seat and crouched down to where Blake was lying.

“1… 2… 3… and he’s down!” The crowd roared and you found yourself clapping along with them.

“Ladies and gentleman your undefeated champion, Harry Styles!” The announcer grabbed Harry’s arm and raised it high in the air. With one arm raised Harry brought his other arm up and pointed it towards you.

Your eyes widened as took his arm out of the man’s grasp and jumped down to the ground as was immediately surrounded by screaming women; he pushed past all of them and stopped until he was in front of you. He grasped your chin and raised your face to meet his.

His eyes were a vibrant green and his hair was matted to his head that was covered in sweat. You couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t beautiful because he was stunning. His eyes searched your face lingering on some parts longer than others, but taking all of you in none the less.

“What’s your name?” He demanded in a low and raspy voice that sent shivers down your spine. His eyes grew darker when you didn’t answer right away.

“Um- it’s Y/N.” Your voice came out weak with no strength whatsoever in it. You could feel all eyes on the two of you and you could hear the whispers everyone was saying around you.

“Well Y/N, I don’t think you belong here at a fight, you are much too innocent and good. Let’s go,” He grabbed your wrist and began to tug you along. You looked behind you too see what Y/B/F and her boyfriend were doing but they were both just staring at you with wide eyes and open mouths.

“Where are you taking me?” Your voice shaking a bit as he dragged you into a locker room. He let go of your wrist and pulled a chair over for you to sit down on. Oh he can be a gentleman, you though in the back of your mind.

“I told you don’t belong in such a place like this so I’m taking you home. I’m going to grab a quick shower and get my stuff than I’ll take you home, after we get some food first though.” Instead of asking he demanded.

“I didn’t know I agreed to go to dinner with you.” You spoke which earned you a dark chuckled from him.

“Oh darling, you better get used to it.”

“Why’s that? I’m a grown girl I can make my decisions.” A burst of strength came through your voice and as happy it was there you became frightened as he stepped closer to you.

“I know you’re a grown girl, trust me I know that, but I get what I want and dinner with you darling is what I want. So be a good girl and don’t move I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, you said I don’t belong in a place such as this, why?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait until dinner to find out why.” He shot you a smirk and walked out of the room. As much as you wanted to deny the attraction and the curiosity you were feeling, you couldn’t get him out of your head as he left the room.

You decided that you see what dinner left you with and for the second time in one night you surprised yourself with taking the chance.

Dark Harry time… I have been itching to write a Boxer Harry One Shot so here it is! 

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Thank you for reading xx - Samantha