dead eater

Let’s talk about the battle in the Department of Mysteries for a sec. So after the group gets split up, Harry, Hermione and Neville go one way and Ron, Ginny and Luna the other. The next time we see the latter group Ginny’s ankle is busted and Ron’s brain is addled. Luna says that the Death Eaters blew up a planet in the planetarium and hit Ron with some sort of hex.

Let’s take a moment to examine that. If the curse that hit the planet had hit any of the kids, they’d be dead. So the Death Eater probably missed, hit the planet ahead of them, injuring Ginny. But here’s the important part: the one who actually gets hit by the hex? Ron.

Why is this important? Because Ron is consistently described throughout the series as tall. Like, every time Harry sees him after the beginning of summer he’s described as having shot up. Again. On the other hand Ginny is described as “the small one” by Bellatrix Lestrange. But Ron is behind her. I don’t know if you know this but tall people can run really fast. I am not particularly fit but I am tall. And I can pour on the speed when my adrenaline’s up, which I have no doubt was the case for everyone in the Department of Mysteries. But he’s behind her.

Because he did that deliberately. He kept his body between the Death Eaters and the girls. He shielded them from their spells. Because those he cares about are more important to him than his own life.

I don’t know, I just think about this a lot.

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Don't Say Goodbye (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

This is going to be written on my phone so it’s going to be pretty shitty and short, but bare with me, i still have no laptop.

— Warnings; Angst, Sadness, Death.

Requested?: Yes.

“Draco? What are you doing?” You asked as you slowly sat up in your bed, whispering so you didn’t wake up your friends.

“Can we talk? Maybe on the Astronomy tower?” He suggested, his voice low and laced with sadness, making your heart plummet to your stomach.

Hogwarts was going to war any time soon now that Harry, Hermione and Ron had returned and everyone was saying their goodbyes. You knew that Draco would help as best as he could, but his parents were death eaters, and he had he dark mark; resulting in a very difficult situation.

You nodded slowly and climbed out of bed, your feet hitting the cold floor, sending shivers down your spine.

He took your hand and you grabbed your wand on your bedside table, following him out of your house common room. The both of you walked in a comfortable silence up to the Astronomy tower.

You reached the top and turned to Draco, “why are we up here?” You mumbled.

He stood in front of you and held both of your hands, “i-well-i wanted to tell you that i love you…” he sighed, you knew exactly where this was headed.

“Stop, Draco. You’re talking like i’m never going to see you again, i’m going to see you again, i know i will.”

“Y/N, this war— look, it’s not going to be easy. Loads of people will die, and one of those people could be me. I can’t promise you that i’ll make it out alive, the same goes for you. And i just wanted you to know that i love you with all my heart, and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. This isn’t easy for me either, saying goo-”

“-don’t say goodbye. Please.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, i wont, but you have to understand that we might not see each other again.” He sighed as you sniffled.

You looked at him and nodded, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him as tight as you could manage, “i love you too.” You cried into his neck.

He held you and rubbed circles into your back as he comforted you.

“Be careful, okay? I have to go now.” He said, breaking the silence you pulled out of his hold and looked up into his tearful eyes.

“Why do you have to go?”

“Mother and Fathers orders.”

You sniffled and simply nodded, letting him go completely, he pressed his lips to yours in a desperate yet loving kiss, mingled with tears from you.

He slowly pulled away and let his lips linger over yours before pecking them one last time and dispparating.

You broke down crying as you were left in the crisp, cold air. The wind blew through your hair and dried your tears, before your face was soaked with fresh ones.

You had never felt more alone.

— Time Skip. The next day.

The battle was horrifying. It was draining and tiring, it left hundreds dead and hundreds injured, mentally and physically.

You had never seen anything more gruesome and spine chilling, and seeing Harry Potter’s ‘dead’ body in Hagrid’s arms had shattered any faith you had left of winning.

Whoever was left from the war had all crowded at the front of the broken castle to watch Voldemort and his dead eaters celebrate the murder of Harry, your eyes scanned everyone to try and find Draco, but he was no where to be found, and your heart began to beat faster and faster.

You gulped and watched as Neville pulled out the sword of Gryffindor, and then gasped as Harry jumped out Hagrid’s arms.

Everyone cheered but soon was ushered into the castle as spells were being casted left and right.

You ran into the castle and found Blaise, “Blaise! Blaise wait! Have you seen Draco?” You called out to him as you jogged and stood in front of him.

He bowed his head, but soon looked up with you with soft, sad eyes, and you immediately knew what he was going to say.

“No… he’s not? Is he?”

"I’m sorry…”

“No no no… h-he can’t be…” “He is, Y/N. I’m so sorry, i truly am.” You sniffled as tears streamed down your face, Blaise quickly noticed this and pulled you into a tight hug as you sobbed into his shoulder. The love of your life was dead, and there was nothing you could do about it.
8

L e t ’ s  p l a y  a  g a m e . Let’s play Murder. Imagine someone’s going to get murdered at a wedding. Who exactly would you pick? More importantly, who could you only kill at a wedding? Most people you can kill any old place. As a mental exercise, I’ve often planned the murder of friends and colleagues. Now, John I’d poison. Sloppy eater, dead easy. I’ve given him chemicals and compounds - that way, he’s never even noticed. He missed a whole Wednesday once, didn’t have a clue. Lestrade’s so easy to kill, it’s a miracle no one’s succumbed to the temptation. I’ve got a pair of keys to my brother’s house. I could easily break in there and asphyxiate him. If the whim arose.

Soul Evans doing da thing.