❝ They leaned casually against the barrier, chatting unconcernedly, and slid sideways through it. . . and as they did so, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters materialized in front of them. The Hogwarts Express stood belching sooty steam over a platform packed with departing students and their families.
Harry inhaled the familiar smell and felt his spirits soar. . . .
Kurama as the ultimate Mother Hen is so dangerous tho, it makes me want to cross over him with ALL the sad kids…… Voldemort summons a demon. Gets Kurama. Gets punched in the face. Kurama sees the TORTURED KID TIED TO A TOMBSTONE AND THE DEAD KID ON THE GROUND. Kurama goes ballistic. Both HP and Kurama go back to Hogwarts and get to know each other. Kurama learns about the VERY disturbing similarities about HP and Naruto. Dumbledore gets punched in the face. Snape gets punched in the face(½
Kurama slaps a seal on Harry because horcrux~pseudo jinchuuriki. With voldie dead plenty of time to destroy the rest of the horcrux. Magic eventually snaps back Kurama to his world. Bonus if Harry Sirius and Remus go with him. (2/2) double bonus for Fudge getting punched in the face. Triple for gaara Harry bonding.
• All Life is Yours to Miss by Sara’s Girl (114k) Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go. (This fic OWNS ME. It’s so dear to me, one of the few that truly resonates with me on a personal level. I love following Draco’s journey in this.)
• Professor Potter and His Magical Menagerie by dracogotgame (7.5k) Harry Potter descends on Hogwarts with a horde of magical beasts. Professor Malfoy is not amused. (I love the writing style in this, it is all kinds of hilarious. So much brilliance crammed into this short lil’ fic, obliviousness, awkward flirting, yesssss.)
• Only For The Lucky by SunseticMonster (73k) Things seem to be going well for Draco Malfoy after the war. He’s working as a professor at Hogwarts and makes the papers all the time for his charitable contribution to Muggle causes.But when Malfoy is rushed into St Mungos hospital for a psychotic break, Healer Harry Potter realizes that Malfoy’s success is not all what it seems and sometimes luck can have more than one meaning. (One of my big faves, I love the characterization of Draco in it. It’s so angsty and hilarious and all around excellent. I have so many favorite scenes.)
• Draco’s Delicious Dilemma by darkmagicalgirl (5k) Draco Malfoy bravely deals with new coffee shops, Harry Potter, low-sympathy coworkers, feelings, free muffins, Looks, and some extremely rude signage. (I am still laughing over this one, it is a real treat. Sassy shop signs, Harry is a cinnamon roll, they give each other Looks. You won’t want to miss this one.)
• The Critiquer by dysonrules (24k) When Harry submits his cock photo to a renowned Cock Critiquer and gets a terrible review, he decides to take a photography class to hopefully improve his skills. (A classic. I love this fic so much, it is cracktastic and really well-written. Great characterizations. Teacher!fic because Draco teaches a photography class!)
• More Than That by joosetta (10k) This is a story about two 52 year old men who refuse to age gracefully. (Meaning they are total dorks, lmao. There’s a softness to them in this, it begins all casual but then before they know it, they’re in love. Siigh.)
• Lessons in Humility by playout (86k) After the dissolution of his marriage and a good bit of soul-searching, Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new Defense teacher. Go figure, it happens to be the same year Draco takes over the role of Potions Master. Neither man is happy about this turn of events. Will they be able to set aside their differences and learn a thing or two about trust and humility on the way? (Spoiler Alert: Yes. Very much so.) (ALL THE SWEET AMAZING FLUFF AND DOMESTICITY. I could honestly cry with all the feels this fic gives me. So lovely, so funny, so so good.)
• Newts by astolat (13k)
“I’m twenty-eight!” Harry said. “I’ve been an Auror for ten years! You want me to go back to Hogwarts now?“
(Only Drarry can go from trying to constantly one-up each other to shagging each other senseless at every opportunity like this. LOVE IT.)
• Are You There, God? It’s Me, Draco by floweringjudas (20k) Harry and Draco are straight Aurors. Then they’re gay teachers. It makes sense in context. (I’ll admit I haven’t actually read this one yet, but a friend of mine is BEGGING me to add it to this list because it made her laugh so much. So there!)
I Don’t Want to Be The Reason You Get Hurt (Draco x Reader)
Hey, could you maybe do a Draco and Reader during the Half Blood Prince timeline where Draco is given the task to kill Dumbledore and repair the Vanishing Cabinet and Reader finds out and he breaks down? If so I would love you forever! - @hungergames-mrs-peeta-mellark
I wrote this in school and nEarly cRied
Also this is my second-longest imagine at 1100+ words wow
F/N: Friend name
It was the Golden Trio’s (and yours) sixth year at Hogwarts.
Draco’s father had been released from Azkaban, Bellatrix Lestrange was loose, And the Dark Lord’s Death Eaters were running amok. your parents were hesitant for you to go back to Hogwarts, but there was no way you’re going to miss a year of your education.
You were also dating Draco Malfoy. Yes, you were aware his family has a bit of a dark history. But that didn’t stop you from loving him nonetheless. Draco had always been a sweet and loving boyfriend (even if he was a jerk to everyone else) and he loved nothing more than to talk and be close to you.
But in sixth year that all changed.
Draco hardly ever spoke to you anymore. And when he did it was no more than simple mumble of a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. He kept distancing himself from you, and every night you lay awake asking yourself… why.
It eventually got to the point where you didn’t see Draco in the Great Hall for meals anymore. Draco did still love you… right? You honestly didn’t know anymore. You had tried approaching him in the halls in an attempt to force him to speak to you, but he shoved past you and continued walking, leaving you behind with tears pricking at your eyes.
This confused a lot of other people too, even some of the professors. They all knew you were Y/N L/N, the love of Draco Malfoy’s life. They knew how protective he was of you and that there was hardly a thing he wouldn’t do for you. But now people (including you) were beginning to question whether or not you and Draco were still in a relationship. Merlin, you didn’t know if you could take this anymore. Draco wouldn’t be avoiding you like this on purpose, would he? There had to be a reason for this, and one day you got lucky.
As you were leaving the library with a friend after studying for a potions test you had the next day, down the empty hallway you saw Draco turn a corner and begin walking at a fast, brisk pace.
Your Ravenclaw friend F/N noticed you looking at him questioningly. “What’s up with him?”
You ignored her/him. “Sorry, F/N,” You said and took off after Draco, but quietly enough so he wouldn’t hear the clitter-clatter of your shoes hitting the floor. You continued to follow Draco, until he entered the prefects bathroom.
What is he doing? You thought.
You silently opened the door, when you heard sobs coming from the end of the bathroom by the sinks. This concerned you.
“Draco…?” you said cautiously as you made your way to the sinks.
No response, just more quiet sobs. You turned the corner, and there he was. Hunched over a sink, head in his hands. He saw your reflection out of the corner of his eye in the mirror in front of him. He lifted his up facing the mirror. His face was a blotchy red with dried tear stains evident; and his normally well-kept hair was messy and tangled, like he had been tugging at it.
Draco turned to face you, where you were staring him with a saddened and confused look. “You… shouldn’t be here…,” he said in a tired and gruff voice.
You slowly approached Draco, him watching your every move. You carefully lifted a hand and lightly stroked his cheek, causing him to flinch under your touch. That wasn’t normal. “Draco… what’s going on? Why have you been avoiding me? What’s wrong?”
Draco shook his head. “Nothing is wrong, I’m f-fine.”
“No, you’re clearly n–” It was then that you saw it. A bit of black peeking out from
under his left sleeve. You quickly grabbed his arm firmly and pulled up the sleeve. You gasped at what you saw. The Dark Mark. Draco violently tore his arm out of your grasp and fell to the floor in a ball.
You crouched down and pulled him into your embrace. Draco immediately latched onto you.
“I-I’m so, so s-sorry…,” he said between sobs and heaving breaths.
You rubbed his back as a few tears fell down your cheeks. “Shh it’s okay…”
You didn’t want to bombard Draco with questions too soon, so you sat with him on the floor of the prefect bathroom with him curled up in your arms. Merlin, did it feel good to have in your arms again. But not like this. It hurt you to see Draco in this position.
You continued to whisper soothing words to him as you tightly held him incredibly close to you. After about ten minutes of this when Draco started to calm down, you gently lifted his head up from your chest to look at him. Your poor baby. Red eyes and wet cheeks, messy hair and shaky body. You grabbed his shoulders and kissed both his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and finally, planted a sweet yet longing kiss on his lips.
When you pulled away, you took Draco’s face in your hands, making him look at you. “Draco… why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you asked him softly.
Draco began to cry again, only this time softer. “I-It’s too m-much… I can’t h-handle this…”
“Sweetheart, what did they make you do?”
Draco’s body racked with a sob. “I-I’m supposed to…,” he started crying harder.
You pet his hair. “Shh, hush, darling. It’s okay… can you tell me what exactly you’re supposed to do?”
He nodded, and desperately tried to stop crying. You held his hands reassuringly. “I’m s-supposed to… k-kill…”
“Kill who, Draco?” you asked worriedly.
You sat there dumbfounded. Draco. Kill. Dumbledore. He would never. Draco didn’t have the strength or willpower to, which must be why Voldemort chose him. Draco didn’t deserve to have this weight on his shoulders.
“Oh God… come here,” you said and pulled Draco into another embrace. He buried his head in your shoulder. “Draco, why didn’t you tell me all of this? You don’t have to go through this alone.”
“I… I don’t want to be the r-reason you get h-hurt…”
So that’s why he had been avoiding you all this time. To protect you. To make sure none of the other Death Eaters knew you were Draco’s greatest weakness. If you were killed, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing he was the reason you’re no longer there to hold him through his darkest times, spend weekends cuddling endlessly on the couch, and be his reason to get up in the morning. Draco was going to marry you one day, he was sure of that. Nothing would stop him from being with you.
“We’ll figure this out. We’ll get through this together, I promise.”
He couldn’t decide if that was true or not.
Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!
Request: OMG ok can you do a sirius x reader that’s
like kinda based off grease where like basically the reader is super sweet and
innocent and Sirius is Sirius (let’s be real here) but like they’re perfect for
each other and through a little work everything is perfect and cute and yeah
(maybe a little more grease related than i just described, if that makes
sense?) this request might be a mess, I’m sorry. I trust your brilliance to
make it great though!
A/N: 1) I was running out of inspiration but I’ve been sitting on this request forever so I wanted to get something out
2) idk why I used this gif of ben but he looks delicious so
Sirius peers over his tinted glasses at the
foamy water rising up and down the soft sand, enjoying the feel of the warm sun
beating down on his already tanned back. He had managed to find a relatively
quiet stretch of beach, free of loud families or screaming children. He takes a
deep breath and closes his eyes, reveling in the silence.
Imagine, just for a moment, that when they take the portkey, instead of an Avada Kedavra, it’s a Stupefy that hits him. Or that the AK misses him by an inch, hits a grave instead, knocks him out for a second.
Imagine that everybody forgets about the Hufflepuff boy out cold on the floor, because they are so intent on resurrecting Voldemort. Peter forgets as he ties Harry to that statue. Voldemort forgets as he is dumped into a cauldron full of flesh and bone and blood. And every death eater that comes sooner or later, well, no one tells them about the boy either - there are more pressing concerns.
However, Harry doesn’t forget. Because Harry has been in that sort of situation since he was eleven. He’s used to looking out for others, by now. Hermione and the Troll, Ron on the chess game, Ginny in the Chamber, Sirius and Hagrid and even Buckbeak- Harry always looks out for everyone, and never forgets about anyone, even if they are not really his friends.
So while he stares in horror, while he’s powerless and sees his greatest foe come back to life, a tiny part of his mind is screaming at him to check on Cedric, to get them out of here. Both. Alive.
Now let’s say that the ceremony, and the Death Eater meeting after the resurrection takes time. Lots of it. Let’s say that Voldemort, being the drama queen he obviously is, takes his time, and enjoys every single second of attention he gets from his followers and that Potter brat.
Let’s say he takes enough time for Cedric to come back to consciousness.
He awakes, lying in the grass and dirt, surrounded by bits of stone, his head aching and confused. The cup is laying about, not too far from him, and he could take it to go back but- he’s a Hufflepuff. He’s loyal. He doesn’t forget either, and that’s why, even if he’s confused about why or how he’s here, he doesn’t take the cup and goes searching for Harry.
Now, the tournament is a vicious thing, isn’t it ? Who’s to say to poor confused Cedric that this is not one more, secret, task ?
So Cedric goes looking, wand in hand, ready to fight, because he’s a Hogwart champion - and really, a Graveyard ? That’s creepy. And because he’s on his guard, and he’s moving around silently, no one notices him creeping behind one of the graves. No one notices the Hufflepuff boy, his horrified expression, and his frantic gaze as he slowly understands that no, that wasn’t a task, and that wasn’t a dream either.
Maybe not even Harry, or maybe he does, but that’s not the important thing.
The important thing is that being in Hufflepuff doesn’t make you stupid at all. The important thing is that Cedric is a champion, and smart, and a quick thinker and a hard worker.
The important thing is that Cedric thinks fast, and casts an ‘Accio’ on the cup as he runs towards Harry while he duels Voldemort.
He breaks through the crowd of amazed and struck Death Eaters, catches Harry’s arm with one hand, and with Seeker reflexes, catches the cup with the other.
Cedric lives, and both Harry and him go back to Hogwarts, terrified, bloody, and flinching away from the sudden noise coming from the public. They both live, and thus no one notices that something is amiss immediately, no one sees their wild glances around - as if someone was still out to kill them. The public cheers, and sings the victory of both Hogwart’s champions, and they are suddenly hugged by their families - the Diggorys and Weasleys.
No one notices, and that’s why when the noise dies down, and someone casts a sonorus on them to ask them how they feel about that victory, everyone hears them say, in a still disbelieving and trembling voice.
Obviously, everyone is confused, but they start talking, a bit over each other really, but they are in shock - and they say he’s back, Voldemort’s back, and he took my blood, and we were in a graveyard, and I was knocked out, missed most of the ritual, but it was him, yeah, and there were Death Eaters, in a circle, torturing Harry, horrible, had to get away, he’s back, he’s back.
And that’s when the people notice their faces, the blood, Harry twitching fingers - cruciatus - and their wands still clenched in their fingers, as if ready to attack anyone on sight.
This time, though, Harry doesn’t get ushered away by fake-Moody - because Cedric still has a hand gripping his arm, and wont let go for the world. He tells Dumbledore, and their families, though, when the Headmaster asks them to talk “More calmly and clearly, please, young men” at the Infirmary. Barty Crouch Jr is still apprehended, and the real Moody discovered, and it puts their incredible tale in a new, horrific and real, light.
Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived.
Two witnesses of His return. One is Harry Potter, Hero and Saviour of the Wizarding world. The second is beloved Hufflepuff Prefect Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion. Even if people didn’t believe the first, they would believe the second, and vice versa.
Obviously, the ministry doesn’t take it well, but Amos Diggory and the Weasleys, and Dumbledore make a move together. Susan Bones helps her fellow Hufflepuff by contacting her aunt. Together, they get memory evidence - and they even agree on submitting to truth serum.
Because if Harry alone couldn’t do it - or had no idea he could - Cedric is there, and his father works at the Ministry, and he’s a seventh year. He knows more, and he has people ready to help him - and if he asks them, to help Harry Potter.
Sure, the ministry would try to get all this under the rug, but they couldn’t. Because Weasleys, and Diggorys, and Dumbledore, and Bones, and even Longbottom and soon every name that has a contact in Hogwarts - except some of the Death Eaters - are pushing for the truth to get out, and with a bit of blackmail, Rita helps - and this time, the Daily Prophet can’t repress all of them.
Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived, and how the war would have turned.
I crept a considerable way behind Remus, James, Peter, and Sirius. Remus was grunting in pain and I grew nervous. They made it into the Forbidden Forest and I hesitated. But I took a deep breath and stepped into the woods. I needed to know why Remus was in so much pain and if it connected with him disappearing for days at a time.
I took a step forward but a tiny twig cracked under my feet. I dove behind a bush as the four boys whipped their heads around in my direction.
“Y/n?” Sirius called out. I peeked out from the bush and a mixture of fear and anger flashed across Remus’s face.
concept: remus is alive as fuck. he woke up really early today, before sunrise. he looked right next to him to find tonks was still very asleep. he got up, went to the kitchen, made some tea and toasts. he grabbed a book and went to the garden, he sat there for about 3 hours until tonks woke up, they had breakfast together and when they finished, they went for a walk. they went to the park and ate ice cream. they sat on a bench that was right under a big tree and watch people walk by, watch some squirrels run around, watch kids and dogs play in the grass. they went to a record store, tonks bought some punk-rock albums, some old, some new. remus bought jazz vinyls. they bought flowers on the way back home. remus cooked today while tonks was listening to what she just bought. (remus is a good cook, tonks, well, not really.) they went to visit harry at 6pm. tonks played with lily luna while remus was talking to harry. harry brought the “you should go back to hogwarts, i’d love for you to be albus and james professor. i want them to have the best professor” topic again. remus just smiled again. they got back home at 8:30pm and finally went to bed at 11pm, they were both happily waiting for tomorrow since they were going to meet teddy for brunch.
A/N: This is another requested imagine that at first I didn’t honestly know how to interpret. I’m never written anything about abuse, and I didn’t know how explicit to be as it can be awfully rough. So, I hope you guys don’t mind my take on it. It is kind of a bit of a different writing style and I think I actually really like it. Let me know what y’all think of it! Hope you enjoy, my lovelies!
Request from Anon:
okay I asked cause I was thinking about reader x sirius where reader is really good friends with the marauders and being generally a very bubbly person (which is why sirius likes her so much) but one summer when she goes home she suffers abuse and go back to hogwarts with some bruises and a much sadder personality and all the marauders try to find out what’s happening and are the biggest sweethearts also reader and sirius bond over having suffered family abuse?
At first, red.
The color of your stinging skin after it happened. The stains on the towels as you tried not to make a mess of the bathroom floor. Your bloodshot eyes after hours of crying yourself to sleep.
She didn’t mean to do it. You justified this as a slip of her hand, a rush of her temper before she could compose herself. It was the first time it happened, and you quickly dismissed it as being an outlying incident. Muggle violence was most definitely not a pureblood way, and it surely would not be repeated.
Red stayed for a week or so, only vaguely leaving a small form of itself as a scar on your skin where it stung and ran outside your body days prior.
So a while ago Nina and I set to talking about this post, and started crafting an elaborately detailed AU based off it.
And when I opened prompts? She challenged me to actually write a part of it. So I did.
Background information for those of you at home: no magic AU, Dystopia AU, seriously fucked up social structure based off castes. There are three official casts–gold, silver, and bronze, plus the casteless, who basically have no rights or protections.
Hopefully that’s enough!
Hermione Granger was eleven
years old the first time she met Ron Weasley.
She was going to a tiny
little inner-city school at the time; a cramped place with not enough desks and
even fewer text books. Ron Weasley was tall for his age and had hair that looked
like it only had been tended to by a wet comb as he ran out of the door, with a
spray of freckles that seemed to run from his hands, up the length of his arms,
up his neck and all over his face.
He sat three desks to her
left in history class, and argued.
His seat partner was a scrawny little boy named Harry Evans, with wild, wavy, thick black hair and brilliantly green
eyes that Hermione had never thought existed outside of storybooks.