1101. In Harry's cupboard, Petunia buried Lily's journal under a floorboard in hopes that Harry would find it. Harry returned to Four Privet Drive the day after the war and tripped over a floorboard in his cupboard. Digging it up, Harry burst into tears as he read his mother's entries from when she was eleven to seventeen.
Harry Potter is like the gateway fandom. You start reading the books, then all of the sudden you have a sonic screwdriver, you want to go to Rivendell, and you have this awkward fascination with Sherlock Holmes. And you don’t really know how any of it happened, but you’re pretty sure it started with Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dursley of Four Privet Drive who were proud to say they they were perfectly normal thank you very much.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, 26th June 1997.
The Harry Potter Series: Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense.
It was absolutely no secret that Bucky Barnes loved “Closer” by the Chainsmokers. He had heard you jamming out to the song while making cookies one day, and he asked you for the song title. The next day, he asked FRIDAY to help him download the song onto his phone. It wasn’t long before it got stuck in his head. It was one of those tunes that never got old to him. If it came on the radio, he’d turn the music up and sing along completely off-key. If Bucky was in the room and you heard the familiar tune start playing on your phone, you knew it wouldn’t be long until he started to sing along.
Today, you had the radio on in the kitchen while you prepared a bunch of snacks for your weekly movie night. You liked to treat yourself to some junk food and Netflix as a way to unwind from the stresses of the week.
“And now,” the radio announcer said, “for the third week in a row, your number one song is “Closer”!”
You grinned as the music began to play, and you hummed along. Footsteps drew your attention to the doorway, and you saw Bucky approaching.
“Hey Bucky!” you exclaimed, opening a bag of popcorn. He gave you a small smile and opened the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.
“So baby pull me closer,” you sang softly as you stuck the bag in the microwave. By now, Bucky had already turned around and walked out of the kitchen. “See ya, Bucky!” you called after him.
You were just about done with your food preparations when something caused you to pause. You thought back to your encounter with Bucky when a realization made your heart sink into your stomach.
He didn’t sing.
His absolute favorite song was on the radio, and he didn’t sing. Something was wrong.
You quickly left the kitchen, ignoring the food you had made. You walked over to Bucky’s door and knocked three times. After a few tense moments, he finally opened the door, and your heart broke.
His eyes had large, dark circles underneath as if he hadn’t slept in days. His face was gaunt and pale, and his smile barely reached his eyes. Despite his hulking appearance, he looked so small and vulnerable standing in front of you in his t-shirt and sweats. And most of all, he looked so tired.
“Oh, Bucky,” you whispered. “How long?”
Bucky sighed once he realized he had been caught. “Four days.”
He nodded and swallowed thickly. “I’m so tired,” he admitted. “I can’t…I can’t keep…” He stopped and took a deep breath as his chin wobbled.
You gently reached out and grasped his metal hand. You pulled him out of the hallway and let his door close behind you. He followed you wordlessly into your room, his feet dragging against the floor. You pulled back the covers on your bed and guided him to lay down on the right side. You took the blanket off completely and went over to your closet to get your weighted blanket. Your arms burned slightly as you uncurled it and placed it over Bucky’s tense form. His eyes widened at the additional weight, but instead of feeling suffocated by it, he actually felt calmer.
Opting to forgo the blue screen of the TV, you lowered your lights and pulled a book off of your nightstand.
You cleared your throat and began to read. “ Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.”
Bucky’s eyes fluttered closed as you continued the story. Your voice was smooth and melodic, and that, combined with your hand gently stroking his hair, caused the tension to leave his body. First, his legs relaxed, then his torso, then his arms, and finally, his face. He literally melted into your bed and was enveloped by the calming scents of your vanilla and lavender body lotion. His breathing slowed, and his lips parted as he struggled to stay awake.
“Chapter 2, The Vanishing Glass…” you trailed off as you looked at Bucky’s sleeping form. You untangled your fingers from his hair, marked the page in your book and quietly placed it back on your nightstand.
Making as little noise and movement as possible, you turned the lights off the rest of the way and shifted to the opposite side of your king-sized bed to give Bucky some space.
“How did you know?” he asked, causing you to freeze.
“What?” you whispered, in case you had imagined him talking.
“Saw people all week,” he mumbled, sinking into your pillows. “None of them noticed…” He sighed and pulled the covers up to his chin. “How did you know?”
You smiled sadly, knowing he couldn’t see your face in the darkness. “You didn’t sing,” you replied. “Your favorite song was on and you didn’t sing.”
He paused for a few moments, and for a second, you thought he had gone to sleep. “The song,“ he said, his voice breaking the silence. “Could you…”
You cleared your throat and sang softly as Bucky finally succumbed to sleep for the first time in four days.
So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
- yo yo yo this is my first story whoop! sorry it has a few sad parts in it lol its all i could think of. i hope you all enjoy it and feel free to request a scenario w any of the svt members!!! ♡
-1559 words -fluff with a hint of sadness
study! study! study! thats all i heard from everyone. from my parents who pressured me to be better than everyone else. from my teachers who labeled me as their star student. from my few friends who just wanted the best for me. it was all tiring though. i never had free time. i never had random friday night get togethers with someone. i was always alone with silent tears and studying.
my current thoughts consumed my entire mind until the sound of the classroom door opening disrupted those oh so “pleasant” thoughts.
“Mr. Chwe. Late again I see. Must I have to call your parents?” asked Mrs. Smith with obvious annoyance lacing every word.
Harry Potter is like the gateway fandom. You start reading the books, then all of a sudden you have a sonic screwdriver, you want to go to Rivendell, and you have this awkward fascination with Sherlock Holmes. And you don’t really know how any of it happened, but you’re pretty sure it started with Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dursley of Four Privet Drive who were proud to say that they were perfectly normal thank you very much.
“Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.”
It’s the sentence that started it all, one of the very few first lines I actually know by heart. Can you believe that the first Harry Potter book was published exactly 20 years ago today? It would still be a few more years until I’d discover it - I was only two years old when “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” was released after all 😉 - but still, I’m eternally grateful for its existence. 📚☇❤
I don’t think there’s any book series I’ve read more often than Harry Potter, and there’s definitely none that makes me feel more at home. Whenever I’m having a hard time, I know just which books to turn to. Harry, Ron Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna & Co are always waiting right there between the pages to cheer me up. I definitely fully rely on Hogwarts always being there to welcome me home. 😉
Here’s to another amazing 20 years, Harry! By then I’ll probably have kids myself, who are reading about your adventures - I can’t wait to show your magical world to another generation of Potterheads. Until then, I’ll just come to visit on my own - I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of you. 🏰🔮💖
It was a rainy day
outside. It was enjoyable though. It was one of those days where you
just relax and watch the raindrops dance down your window. One of
those days where you strain to hear the small pip pap of raindrops on
your roof. One of those days where the rumble of distant thunder
brings a smile to your face. One of those days that curling up with
you favourite person and a good book seems like the best plan in the
And that’s what
today was, a day to curl up with your favourite person. You and Harry
were situated on your couch. It was his turn to come from his Earth
Harry was at the end
of the couch with his feet up on it, in one hand he held a book and
the other rested on your head, absentmindedly running his finger
through your hair. You were between his legs, your back on his
abdomen and you head resting on his chest. A grey blanket covered the
both of you making you two the picture of rainy day comfort.
silence had made it’s way over the room, and all that could be
heard was the soft rain drops bouncing off your window. That is,
until Harry decided to break the silence.
“I can’t believe
you’re reading Harry Potter again.” He scoffed. He had taken a
moment to put his book down and savour the moment between you two but
stopped short when he noticed what you were reading.
“I can’t believe
you haven’t read it.” You shot back not taking your eyes off the
“Its a children’s
You glared up at him
and raised your eyebrows. “You’re point?”
Harry rolled his
eyes, “Either way, we don’t have it on earth two.”
“I still cant
believe that.” you put your book face down, making sure to keep
your spot and leaned your head back so you could look up at him.
“That an author as great as J.K didn’t even write on your earth.”
Harry hummed in
response and went back to his book. You followed suit diving back
into your book. It was Christmas, and Hermione was just telling the
boys that they should check the restricted section.
It was a few
minutes later when he spoke again. “What’s it even about anyway?”
You looked up at him
from the corner of your eye and smirked. His eyes were still on his
book but you knew his attention was on you. “Why? Are you finally
interested?” You asked in a mocking tone.
Harry scoffed. “I’m
You raised an
eyebrow at him.
“Well,” You put
your book down on your stomach and shifted around getting more
comfortable. “It’s about a little boy whose parents are killed
when he’s a baby by a powerful evil wizard. For a while he thinks
he’s just an ordinary boy, but when he turns 11 a whole new world
is opened up to him. A world full of magic.”
“Well its is a
“children’s book”.” You used your hands to do air quotes.
Harry huffed and
went back to his book, or at least that’s what you thought. Harry
was staring down at your book and reading over your shoulder. You
didn’t notice till a small aggravated sigh escaped his lips when
you flipped the page before he was done reading. A wide smile spread
across your face when you realized he was interested in your
It happened a couple
more times before you closed your book.
quickly went back to his book hoping you didn’t notice him. “What
are you doing?” He asked.
you’re going to read over my shoulder then we might as well start
from the beginning.”
reading.” He lied.
You chuckled “Oh
“I don’t read
listening to one.” You suggested. You looked at him over your
shoulder waiting for his response. When he didn’t give you one you
opened your book to the first page and cleared your throat getting
ready. “You might want to get comfortable, we could be here for a
Harry smiled down at
you, giving you a quick kiss on the top of your head before pulling
off his glasses, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
He hummed in
response, and you began reading.
“Mr. and Mrs.
Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they
were perfectly normal, thank you very much.”
My psychology professor:
People usually remember something that happened in general but not verbatim. You probably remember the plot to the first Harry Potter book but who here would remember the first line?
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
My psychology professor:
Okay. You aren't allowed to talk in class anymore.