hogwarts dungeon

  • <p> <b>Harry:</b> I love you with every inch of my being<p/><b>Harry:</b> Every time you smile, my world lights up<p/><b>Harry:</b> You make every moment more beautiful just by being there<p/><b>Harry:</b> I love you, my dear, my sweetie, my only one, the love of my life-!<p/><b>Draco:</b> What did you do.<p/><b>Harry:</b> .....<p/><b></b> *distant screaming*<p/><b>Harry:</b> So there may be a troll in the school...<p/></p>

“Miss Parkinson would you please escort your house out first.”

“Look all the Slytherins are deserting!” Someone shouted.

Blaise Zabini gives a disapproving look and walks ahead.

Millicent Bulstrode has look of horror on her face and moves away, as wands are pointed in their direction.

Theodore Nott stands in the back of the crowd as the events unfold.

He watches Daphne Greengrass grab her younger sister, Astoria hand tightly and motions for all the younger students to gather and follow her.

He sees Draco Malfoy apparate in amongst the confusion, grab Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. They sneak off to an unknown destination.

Theodore turns and walks in the opposite direction of his housemates, but remains in the Great Hall unseen.

He locks eyes with Susan Bones.

They became friends. during fifth year while in the Infirmary, bonding over apparating mishaps and sleepless nights. Susan had been in the care of Madam Pomfrey after splinching her leg.


Ernest Macmillan asks Professor McGonagall what if they choose to stay and fight.

Megan Jones, Wayne Hopkins, Oliver Rivers, and Roger Malone from Hufflepuff stand their ground.

Sue Li, Lisa Turpin, Morag McDougal, Mandy Brocklehurst and Stephen Cornfoot look on defiantly.

Fay Dunbar moves besides Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown.

Professor McGonagall gives orders and the rest leave the Great Hall.


Theodore remains alone.

“And here I thought we belonged in the house of self-preservation. Still doing things all by yourself I see” says a familiar voice. That someone is Tracey Davis.

Coming behind her was Hestia Carrow with several younger students. Two sixth years, a few fifth years, and couple of fourth year students.


“We couldn’t dissuade them from leaving.” Tracey shrugs.

“We understand, it our choice they say.”

Theodore looks towards Hestia who is wearing a medical apron like Madam Pomfrey. He remembers she had an apprenticeship in the infirmary her sixth year. “Where is your sister?” the younger Carrow twin smiles.

“With Fluffy gathering reinforcements” she says. He wonders who or what “Fluffy” is.

“Take off your robes and ties.”


A sixth year named Sylvia Melville wraps her tie around her wrist. “So you know who’s in our group.”

The others do the same. Discarding their robes.


Theodore had made his choice long ago. He knew the risks and consequences. He managed to returned to the school undetected and hidden by the school librarian Madam Pince.

The year before during Christmas holiday he refused the Dark Mark and vehemently opposed against joining the so called ranks of Voldemort.

As Theodore told his father “he’d rather roll around in mud than be surrounded by pure shit.“

The elder Nott enraged and embarrassed gave him an ultimatum. When Theodore wouldn’t concede he denounced his only living heir and family.

“you are no longer my flesh blood and must be stripped of it’”

Which resulted in having his back flogged and ripped open. Near death, Theodore was thrown into a shallow grave.

He managed to survive the ordeal, with the bottle of Felix Felicis. Walden McNair took a strange pity upon him, was present at the scene and was left to cover the grave, proceeding. Subsequently buried alive Theo managed to dig his way out. Theodore Nott was essential for a lack of better term “dead to the world”, but he had to go back, he promised.

“Do you really understand?” This is not like dueling club or pulling pranks. No one can guarantee your safety. These people do not care that you are children, their intent is to kill all who opposes.

“I do understand”

Poonima Shah, a sixth year student. Who would later be revealed as the daughter of Benjy Fenwick and goddaughter of Emmeline Vance.

“I do”

Sylvia Melville. She was the cousin of the youngest Montgomery child that was killed by Fenrir Greyback last year.

“I do”

Mafalda Prewett.
One of the last remaining members of the House of Prewett. The cousin of the Weasley siblings who were already out front defending the castle. She snuck back into school after miraculously escaping the Misty Dell in the Forest of Dean.

Theo smiled to himself,

I have friends in Slytherin, they’re not who you’d expect but they’ll be yours as well. Susan said once.

“I’m here! I’m here!”

It is Daphne Greengrass running towards them seemingly out breath.

“I had make sure all the younger ones who aren’t able to fight were out safely. Everyone is gather at Hogsmeade. “Did you know there’s a secret room” -

Are you sure about this Greengrass? This isn’t something you can decide lightly. Your family’s position -

“I could see them! -

I mean I saw them!” Her eyes widened

There are Dementors, giants, trolls, and Merlin knows what else! Voldemort did not gather them all just for one person!

A portrait commands the group to stop. It is Phineas Nigellus Black.

“As I said before we Slytherins are brave but not stupid, if given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.”

I am not you, we are not you and we are not just Slytherin. There is something you are forgetting Professor Black. This is war and it merciless, cruel, and ugly. and now it’s coming to a head here at this school.

“No, they are not here for one person. That is very naïve way of thinking. The witches and wizards that are gathered outside under Tom Riddle aim to kill all who oppose, even those who are hesitant.”

“They have tortured and slaughtered entire families in the First War. What makes you think a castle full of children and teachers makes any difference?”

“I ask you Professor Black how long will it take for them to seek out those who chose to save their own necks?”

zombee  asked:

for prompts: how about an "inside the resistance" fic. we've gotten glimpses of dean and lee and some others in your other fics, but i'd love to see your take on what was happening during deathly hallows that we really only heard about through harry's pov.

Astoria Greengrass, Slytherin, perfected her ability to crumple up her face, cry quietly, and make even Death Eaters uncomfortable. She was a person, after all, in the way so many children weren’t to them– she was small and pureblooded and lovely. Astoria was safe in the halls until the very end, and she passed on information, supplies, warnings, children, and plans to the DA through every day of the occupation.

Cho Chang, Ravenclaw, manned the front desk at Flourish and Blotts. She kept the Anti-Muggleborn pamphlets out beside the register and hid the Squibs and Muggleborns she was smuggling to safety behind the false wall in the store room. She had excelled at Charms in school. She had excelled at most things.

Lee Jordan, Gryffindor– his radio station was mobile. They broadcasted from the Three Broomsticks’ supply room, his aunt’s dusty summer home out in the country, an Illusioned corner of a Muggle coffee shop (they just saw some kids playing D&D– a Muggleborn informant of Lee’s had designed the spell), a once-inhabited cave outside Hogsmeade, and one memorable public men’s washroom only three blocks from the Ministry headquarters itself. They had a lot of fun contributing to the stall graffiti in that one.

Professor McGonagall listened to Lee’s radio show in her faculty quarters, heavy under dampening wards. The first night she flicked on the show, she clutched her cooling teacup for the entirety of it, feeling older than even herself.

Lee spat out rapid fire news with a cool drawl, asking questions and bringing on informants. She didn’t once feel the driving urge to scold him across the Quidditch announcer’s booth for commenting on players’ dating statuses or cursing out the opposing team.

Lee’s voice over the crackling radio was bright and clever, focused and on point, needed. Minerva clutched at her tea cup and tried to feel proud instead of heartbroken.

Ernie Macmillian, Hufflepuff, had looked up to Cedric Diggory since the prefect had said hello to a small first-year. When Ernie boarded the train back to Hogwarts, for that terrible seventh year, his hands were shaking under the weight of his bags. “Remember,” he whispered. “When there is a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember…”

Neville Longbottom, Gryffindor, grew two inches that year and no one noticed. They all just thought he was standing straighter.

There was a small collection of first years for whom this was their first year at Hogwarts: There was Felice White, Ravenclaw, who had come for the library and spent most of her time there. Madame Pince turned a blind eye and made sure she ate regularly. There was Gregory Tong, Hufflepuff, who was the youngest of four and had been dreaming of Hogwarts for years.

The older students told stories about Harry Potter, about Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, Gryffindor, who were out there winning the war.

They told stories– how the trio had saved the Philosopher’s Stone at age eleven. Potter had killed a basilisk, and a hundred dementors, and won the Triwizard Cup. They told stories in the dark, these kids who had sat behind Harry in the Great Hall and thought his hair a mess, who had booed him in Quidditch games and snickered to see him dance awkwardly at the Yule Ball.

“He’ll save us,” they said.

Granger had brewed up Polyjuice Potion in a girls’ bathroom. Potter could cast a corporeal Patronus. Weasley had beaten McGonagall at chess– McGonagall at chess. And they had faced down a murderer, or something, hadn’t they, in their third year? And the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself in fifth– and whatever had happened to Umbridge?

Granger had brewed a Polyjuice Potion in a girls’ bathroom– so Sue Li, Ravenclaw, took her spare cauldron to the stall past Moaning Myrtle’s and got to work. Astoria Greengrass got Sue bits of hair from Death Eaters and favored Slytherins and Sue tiptoed carefully in their various visages for months. She sent Hogwarts news down to the generals–Luna, Neville, Ginny–and the rest out the passages to Lee’s radio and the resistance.

Potter could cast a Patronus, and he had taught as many as had been willing to learn under Umbridge’s shadow. More were willing now–more wanted to make hope tangible, something bright to be used to protect, to defend, to send careful news long distances to friends.

Seamas Finnegan, who had played chess with Ron, poured over the changing maps that the Room provided. Hannah Abbott snuck out to the greenhouses on dark nights to gather what she needed to brew things to confuddle, to injure, to protect. The Room of Requirement provided food and water, but all the same every month or so the kids pulled a raid on the kitchens just to prove that they could.

Colin Creevey found a Slytherin first-year, crying, and gave him a chocolate bar and held his hand until he was done. Anthony Goldstein spent days hiding out in the Restricted section of the library, finding things to make them stronger, safer, wiser.

In those halls, they faced down Death Eaters under the guise of teaching robes. They faced them with raised wands, raised fists, or just raised chins, these children who kept telling stories in the dark about Harry Potter, who was going to save them.

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione came back to Hogwarts, Dumbledore’s Army was waiting. Seamas had his maps. Neville had grown two inches and no one had noticed. Hannah offered up potions, and Sue secrets, and Anthony had been teaching the rest of them powerful old spells for weeks.

But Astoria Greengrass sat out the final battle in the Hogwarts dungeons, with the rest of House Slytherin.

Pansy Parkinson sulked and shivered. Blaise Zabini managed to look like he was lounging, even within these ominous walls. Astoria pressed herself up against the door and watched the light of curses flung far above. She listened. She waited. She tried Alohomora on the lock fifteen times, and then swapped to destructive spells that only singed it.

Astoria Greengrass sat out the final battle, listening to her friends fight for their lives far above her head, waiting for bad news. She listened to her big sister Daphne gently tease Pansy into a more cheerful state of mind, and Astoria tried to decide who she would hate most if the people she had been fighting for all year died up there, without her.

Years later, after victory, after rebuilding, after petitions from her peers, the Ministry gave Astoria an honorary medal for the brave acts of a civilian in wartime.

It was part thank you, and part apology. It did not make up in the slightest for Astoria having to stand at Colin’s funeral, at Lavender’s, at Fred’s, and to know that they had died while she was pacing in the dark, flinging useless curses at a locked door.

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Day Twelve: The Years Between

“Stepping into Hogwarts’ main entrance hall, the boy looked nervous. Lost. Just as he had when he had been eleven years old. He had hardly spoken to Dumbledore since he had been released; something suggested to the older man that he was unhappy at his new predicament.

They walked as far as the dungeons together. The new Potions Master had little time to settle in.

“Severus,” Albus said finally, “Anything is better than Azkaban.”

Severus turned back to him… “I have been bought as nothing more than a servant.” He whispered harshly, “Tell me how that differs from being a slave to the Dark Lord.” -Price of Freedom, The Half Mad Muggle

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/5980513/1/Price-of-Freedom

Ok but what if after the Battle of Hogwarts, someone - say Hermione, goes to let out the Slytherin students from the dungeons but instead of a locked door like she expects, she finds it opened and from inside she hears the voices of the young students - first and second years, probably. Some girl is asking if it’s safe to go out yet and Pansy Parkinson tells her that the “others” will come back to tell them when it is and that they should just sit tight and not worry. And then some boy asks why they were the only ones told to hide in the dungeons while everyone else fights. An older student tells him that it’s because they’re Slytherin and they can’t be trusted because “apparently, being ambitious and cunning is equal to being evil”. And then Pansy snaps at him to shut up and the student tells her to shut up because it’s totally her fault they got locked up in the first place anyway. And then a first year asks how so and the student says because she told everyone to “give them Harry Potter” and the first year is like “Yeah, but isn’t he the Chosen One? He’s fighting him anyway, if he had given himself up it would have just happened sooner.” And then some other older girl tells the first year that that’s true but it’s not how the rest of Hogwarts thinks and the first year is like “Well, then they’re stupid” and laughter is heard. And Hermione’s still listening but she hears footsteps behind her and turns around only to come face-to-face with Blaise Zabini and a whole bunch of Slytherin sixth and seventh years. And he’s like “What are you doing here?” and she tells him that she came to let them out but apparently there’s no need to and a guy from the group scoffs and tells her “you couldn’t have seriously expected us to just sit down here and do nothing, right? We are a part of Hogwarts too” and she can’t think of anything to say because this is exactly what she thought they would do so she just stands there awkwardly for a moment and then just turns and walks away.

And yeah, this is what my mind came up with at one in the morning while scrolling through the Slytherin tag and listening to twenty one pilots. Don’t even question me. You know, and I know, and everybody knows that this totally happened. Maybe I’ll write an actual one-shot of this. If I’m not too lazy.

Draco Malfoy and the Yule Ball Disaster

Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I haven’t read Harry Potter in years, just some fan fictions, and I haven’t watched the movies in a bit either. Still, I did my best, I hope you all enjoy! Also, the photo? I mean, my skills are improving!

Part 2



You look up just as Draco Malfoy confidently sits down beside you on the stone bench, and you send him a look with a frown. You’re trying to study, you’d chosen this specific bench because no one ever comes this far back; how did the annoying blond always have an uncanny ability to find you when you least want him too?

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“The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them.”

“Our common room lies behind a concealed entrance down in the dungeons. As you’ll see, its windows look out into the depths of the Hogwarts lake. We often see the giant squid swooshing by – and sometimes more interesting creatures. We like to feel that our hangout has the aura of a mysterious, underwater shipwreck.”

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The Slytherin common room and dormitories are located in Slytherin Dungeon. Students enter the Dungeon through a concealed stone wall. 

Slytherin’s common room looks out into the depths of the Hogwarts lake. The Giant Squid and other interesting aquatic creatures often pass by the windows. It has the feel of a mysterious, underwater shipwreck, but it is still quite cosy.

photo by Smarter Within

anonymous asked:

What does snape wear outside the classroom?

Outside of the classroom but still within Hogwarts (his dungeons, McGonagall’s office etc), I always imagine him as semi-suited.  I think this is a throwback to how my teachers dressed at school, because I know canon hints at Snape wearing robes and not much else underneath - but I like the idea of him being rather respectably dressed below his robes.

And to take that a step further, I love the idea of him enjoying the frippery of the outdated wizarding world, and embracing the outlandish along with his suit trousers, shirt and waistcoat - so braces, metallic sleeve suspenders, buffed black cap toe Oxfords (quarter brogues when he’s feeling fancy, and he’s got a pair of wingtips for very special occasions), and a tie.

At Spinner’s End, if he has to venture out amongst the locals, he throws on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt; it’s the easiest way to blend in and not be bothered.  If he heads to the pub, he puts a shirt on instead of a t-shirt, but that’s as far as it goes.

If he’s going further afield - into the city, or if he needs to deal with Muggle authorities (e.g. banking), he dresses as he would at school - he commands far more respect that way, even if he misses his robes billowing behind him.

If he’s home alone, he walks around in his shorts for most of the day.  It’s an old habit he can’t rid himself of - when he returned home from Hogwarts as a kid, he found it wound his dad up if he lay around the house half dressed.  After spending the winter in a cold dungeon in Scotland, summer in England felt oppressively hot - although his mum insisted he wore a t-shirt to the dinner table.  Besides, there’s no house elves to do his washing at Spinner’s End, so why dirty a shirt unnecessarily?  

“That’s wizard’s chess!”

But, hold on a minute, because I just had the most brilliant idea ever.  Consider:  Wizard’s Dungeons & Dragons!

  • Mini-figs that move across a map that draws itself as you uncover more of it!
  • Dice that roll themselves and that you have to be nice to or they’re going to get ones more often!
  • The miniatures arguing with the dice over the results!  “A 3?!  Sod off!  I can pick locks better than that!  Roll again!”
  • Ron’s the Dungeon Master and Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville are all playing!
  • Luna’s dice absolutely loving her and giving her the best rolls, but she keeps having her character pick flowers and search for nargles instead of following the quest.
  • Neville’s character rebelling after the fifth critical failure and refusing to check for traps.
  • Hagrid getting so excited when he hears Ron talking about the “Monster Manual” that none of them have the heart to tell him that it’s just a game.
  • Hermione memorizing the game books and knowing the rules better than Ron.
  • Out of annoyance, Ron repeatedly giving Hermione’s character difficult moral dilemmas.  “And now the orphanage is on fire.  You can go and put out the fire, but that does mean that the carriage full of house elves is going to go right over that cliff.”
  • Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god:  Wizards LARPing!!!
  • Ron making up adventures that sound awfully familiar and Harry calling him on it:  “So, let me get this straight: we’re trying to fight the ‘Shadowy Lord’, otherwise known as ‘The-One-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’ and my character has to steal an egg from a dragon using just my wand and a broom because that was the mission given to me by the ‘Goblet of Flames’?”; Ron: “Yeah.  So what?”; Harry: “Nothing!  I’m just checking.”
  • Ginny knowing when Ron is trying to lead them all to a particular course of action, so willfully doing the opposite just to see how quickly he can recover.
  • Basically, wizards playing Dungeons & Dragons.

•Request by anon•
•Twilight Saga nature - Slytherin Aesthetic•

This is a little different approach but I hope you like💕

anonymous asked:

You have any fic recs for 8th year drarry?

So I’ve finally got round to rec-ing drarry 8th year!!! This has been a long time coming so thank you guys for your patients, I just really wanted this to be thorough as it’s my favourite genre. On this list I’ve included all fics that include going back to Hogwarts after the war (because some don’t strictly focus on 8th year, instead call it re-doing 7th year). All fic’s here are also pretty long, I thought I wouldn’t included one-shots because you’d be waiting on me forever to finish that list. So if you guys want to see an 8th year one shot rec just ask and I’ll do that separately. I completely adore 8th year fics, so hope you enjoy (my absolute favs are marked with ***)

  • Bond ***  Yet another one of those Harry And Draco Are Forced To Be Together By Something Beyond Their Control And Then Stuff Happens Leading To Twoo Wuv stories. Because every HD writer has to write at least one. [Finished]
  • Mental ***   Harry thinks he’s spent enough time sharing a mind with somebody else thank you very much. 
  • Right Hand Red ***   Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.
  • To Give Everything   Draco finds The Room, a torture chamber in the Hogwarts dungeons and longs for someone to submit to him. Harry finds he needs that and more.
  • At your Service  ***   Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There’s only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved. An eight year fic.
  • Love Comes Tumbling***   'Harry’s thoughts were of how much he would have done differently with Malfoy over the years, and of Dumbledore’s final words to the other boy … “It is my mercy, and not yours, that matters now.” Maybe, Harry wondered, he could find some mercy, too, and give Malfoy the second chance that Dumbledore had believed him worthy of.’
  • Tug O Want  Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.
  • Get Some***   Harry is sick of everyone treating him differently after the war, and catches onto the one person who doesn’t seem to care
  • Let Me be Your Voice  As the hero of the revolution, Harry leads the wizarding world in its efforts to rebuild; but first old wounds must be tended, rifts caused by hate mended, and his history with Draco Malfoy seems like the perfect place to start.
  • When the Songbird Stopped Singing   Shortly after the war, Draco Malfoy wakes up with a new understanding, and Harry Potter needs firmer ground to walk on. Unfortunately, life is never easy, especially with the burdens of N.E.W.T.s looming closer. As Draco struggles to maintain his sanity, Harry is back to his old routine—stalking Draco.
  • Marginal Notes    When you’re 18, and nothing is as it was meant to be, sometimes it can be hard to let the right people know what you are thinking.
  • Two Sides of the Same Coin***  Harry and Draco find out the hard way that the line between hate and love is a fine one, and that somewhere between the Battle of Hogwarts and being thrust back together as Hogwarts eighth years, they may have just crossed it.
  • Don’t Think Twice  Harry was just trying to get away for a while. He didn’t mean to get trapped in the Prefect’s Bath with Draco Malfoy.
  • Unknown Pleasures  The Room of Requirement was definitely broken. Why else would it be presenting Harry with a whip, some handcuffs, a blindfold, and a… what exactly was that thing, anyway?
  • Hurt for the Right Reasons  Everything was so cocked up. He just wanted this one thing. He wanted to hurt for the right reasons for once.
  • Punishment Harry loses an impromptu wager with unforeseen consequences that open doors neither he nor Draco Malfoy had known existed.
  • How to Handle an Enemy Everyone knows that it’s no fun playing truth or dare with a Slytherin. But add a little Veritaserum, a scheming duo of Slytherin girls and surprising things can be revealed. Particularly about the fine line between love and hate… 
  • The Potter Malfoy Problem  The room of requirement’s gone mad — at least, that’s what Harry thinks. There’s no way that Draco Malfoy ‘requires’ him, of all people, but why does it keep dragging Harry there like he’s some kind of furniture, every time Malfoy enters it? Throw in Pansy the pervert and a clipboard-wielding Hermione, and things can only go from bad to worse. And that’s not even mentioning the pirates …
  • Dragon Tamer   Desperate to avoid an arranged marriage, Draco convinces Harry to pretend to be his boyfriend. What follows is an epic romantic comedy involving scheming, snogging, silliness, shagging, snarky boys, superstars, singing, shagging, snuggling, secrets, sex gods, shagging, and a bunny named Draco Lucius Malfoy the Third. 
  • Absolution   Draco and Harry return to Hogwarts after the war, both struggling with their own issues. Their unlikely friendship blooms into more but is torn apart by circumstances outside their control. Warnings for slash, language and explicit sexual content.
  • Aftermath  Harry returns to Hogwarts to finish his education but there have been a few changes – the most important of which is a Slytherin in the Gryffindor dorms and a teacher who is acting suspiciously.
  • An Act of Simple Devotion   It’s a age-old story. You fancy a boy and you think he fancies you. Sure there are problems – attacks on former Death Eaters, crazed tabloid journalists and your girlfriend – but you have a cunning plan. Now if he’d only explain the L. Ron Hubbard-like references …
  • Draco Malfoy it’s your Lucky Day Even though he’s unarmed, injured, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and facing a possible murder charge, Draco Malfoy gets lucky. 
  • For all the Marbles  The prompt I worked with “Harry has lost his marbles and Draco helps him find them.” I had a lot of fun with it. Hope you enjoy it!
  • He was He and I was a Bunny The war is over and “eighth year” is about to begin at Hogwarts. But for Harry and Draco, nothing is quite the same. Harry’s looking for an escape, Draco’s looking for a friend. Does a little black bunny hold the answers for both of our boys? 
  • Master Work  Harry’s eighth-year at Hogwarts is going about as well as all the others. Someone is out to get him, Aurors keep questioning him about the final battle and, worst of all, Draco is determined to repay his life debt to Harry. 
  • Moving On  Harry tries to put his life back together after the fall of Voldemort, but it’s more complicated than he thought. And he hadn’t counted on war changing everything around him so much.
  • Trajectories  Rembrandt’s phrase in describing his painting: “Die meeste ende di naetureelste beweechgelickhijt”, can be translated as greatest, most natural movement (emotion or motive).
  • Unexpected Consequences*** Harry was going back to school. He was going to play Quidditch, sleep in lessons, hang out with his friends, and generally just enjoy being a kid for a change. And he was also going to do it while being bonded with Malfoy, because apparently life was just going to continue throwing curveballs at him. Harry didn’t know why he expected anything different.
  • Helix*** Seven months after the end of the war, Harry is feeling lost. Fortunately, he is about to be offered an unexpected and sparkling chance to find himself again. [2014 advent fic]
  • In the Interest of Inter-House Co-operation Organizing a Duelling Club was supposed to be a fun extracurricular activity for Harry’s 8th year. But add in Draco Malfoy and a malfunctioning Room of Requirement, and things can’t help but get complicated.
  • No Greater Victory  Back at Hogwarts after the war, a defeated Draco Malfoy is prepared to settle for life’s simpler pleasures: snark, sex, and Slytherin scheming. That is until Pansy, newly in possession of Malfoy Manor, offers to return his ancestral home. Just one condition: he has to win, and break, Harry Potter’s heart to get it. That’s no problem. Draco’s got this situation completely under control. Completely. At least until he doesn’t.
  • Draco Malfoy is not Attractive  Draco Malfoy is NOT attractive. Not even one bit. Nope
  • Something I Don’t Want to Stop  It’s Harry and Draco’s eighth year, the Houses have been all but demolished in favor of unity, and they’re being forced to room together. How ever will they cope?
  • What Malfoys Don’t Do  There are things that Malfoys simply don’t do. They don’t cry, or show any emotion unless entirely unavoidable. They don’t back down. And they certainly don’t admit that maybe, just maybe, they might be wrong about a few things.Draco’s back for his eighth year, and with everything that’s changed, these basic rules will soon be called into question.
  • White Lies  Draco drinks a potion that makes him know if a person is lying, and Harry, apparently at fault that Draco is this way, is forced to 'help’ him with the effects of the potion. For the first time, they deal with each other with no lies to hide behind. 

Oh and I’m going to try and keep this list updated, so don’t be alarmed if it keeps getting longer

lunamalcoy  asked:

Pansy Parkinson/Theodore Not "I can tell you're like me, you're a sane one,"

Pansy leaned back against the cold stone wall.  In moments of quiet, which were few, she could almost hear the battle going on above, or at least she imagined she could.  She had always thought of the dungeons at Hogwarts as homey.  As home.  She’d lived seven years in one of them, and it was a place of magic and wonder.   Giant glass sheets looked out into the lake.   The Slytherin Common Room was the stuff of fairy tales.

So, she supposed, was this.  Only this dungeon came right out of one of the horrible ones.  This dungeon came from the sorts of stories where you did everything you could to stay unnoticed.  Having the fairies see you was never good.

She should have remembered that.  She’d let herself be noticed.  Give him Potter, she’d screamed.  Give the monster what he wants and maybe he’ll go away.  It was why people put out milk for fairies, after all.  Keep  them far away from you.

She could feel the cold and damp of the stones.  It wormed its way through her outer robes and then through the shirt she’d bought over the holiday.  She’d lied and said, School’s fine, Mum, don’t worry about me.  The Carrows are all bark and no bite.

She’d seen what happened to the families of children who complained.  Write a letter home that they were beating students, they were torturing students, and find a death notice slipped under your door later that week.  It’s fine, she’d said.  I’m a little worried about N.E.W.T.s of course.  Sorry if I seem a little distracted.

Her mother had smiled and paid for the shirt, and shoes to match.  She’d been happy to be reassured.  Eager, even.

“You okay?”  Theodore Nott slid down to sit next to her.  She shrugged, the universally understood sign for I am not but stop asking, and he reached over and took her hand in his.  One of her nails had gotten chipped when they’d dragged her, screaming, from the Great Hall.

Give him Potter, she’d yelled.

She wondered how much she’d come to regret that.  He’d never done anything for her, of course. Not her, not hers.  Not the scared first years sniveling in packs, not the lean boy next to her who saw thestrals and who tightened his grip on her hand at that oh-so-false shrug.

“Me either,” he said.  “But it’ll be fine.”

She looked at him at that and he smiled.  It was a look too wan to be believed,  but, like her mother, she wanted to be reassured so she held on to the way his mouth tipped up and ignored the worried crease between his eyes.  “Yeah,” she said.  “I’m sure it will be.”

He pulled her close and began to spin a story. When they got out of here, out of the locked jail where they’d been shoved by their own teachers, they’d travel. He’d always wanted to see the world.  She let her head fall to his shoulder as he went on, telling her about some improbable animal in North America that had needles for fur.  “It will be fine,” he said again.  “I can tell.  You’re like me, one of the sane ones.  We survived this year, we’ll survive tonight, and then we’ll slip away.  Wash dishes as we travel.  No banks, no records, no passports.  We’ll disappear.”

“I’d like that,” she said.  She was half asleep by now.  She’d wanted to be pretty and vivacious and loved for so long and now all she wanted was to sit very still until she was as hidden as a moth, its grey wings pressed against the soot-stained bark of a city tree.  Dirty, common, invisible.  It was better to be quiet. 

She should have been quiet.

anonymous asked:

can you rec me some fics that are sub!harry (bottom!harry is preferred but switching is fine too) that are also established relationship & either post hogwarts or eighth year? and it would be cool is there was specifically lots of spanking. :)

Established Relationship, Post Hogwarts

Unending Series (tryslora, 7k): This chronicles Draco and Harry’s D/s relationship throughout six years. Watching Harry’s trust in Draco build is absolutely lovely, and seeing the tenderness and intimacy that accompanies true submission is beautiful. 

Rather than Love (birdsofshore, 8k): Draco wants to gloat about his relationship with Harry, so he has Harry take Veritaserum and then asks Harry about their sex life in front of Muggles in a club. Such a show-off. 

A Careful Diagnosis (Writcraft, 3k): Harry and Draco discover the wonders of roleplay. There’s some medical play here, and their giddy excitement with each other is adorable.

For Revenge (gracerene, 3k): Draco teases Harry, quite deliciously, to teach him a lesson. 

Breaking the Line (Kedavranox, 20k): Draco’s a professional Dom who used to work for Harry. He became too emotionally involved in their relationship and broke things off, only to run into him again at an underground party. They rekindle their relationship, except Harry now wants more. 

The Box of Toys (Faith Wood, 3k): Harry must be punished. Luckily, Draco’s got his handy toy box to help him out. 

Walking the Edge (Queenie_Mab, 4.5k): Harry’s married, but needs what Draco gives him to be able to get aroused. They created a very rule-bound, compartmentalized relationship to try to meet Harry’s needs. But despite their rules, Draco still finds himself falling deeper and deeper. 

Post Hogwarts

Unhook the Stars (jad, 72k): One of my all-time favorite fics and hands-down my favorite dom!Draco. Draco’s a professional Dom and Harry hires him. Draco’s such a snarky asshole, Harry is the perfect mixture of defiant and submissive, and they are just smoking hot together. 

Rough Magic (birdsofshore, 28k): Draco’s magic is going wild, and he’s having trouble controlling it. Harry wants to help, especially because being swept up in its feral energy feels incredible.

Another Mask Behind You (lettered, 117k): Draco’s working as a prostitute, and created a potion that warps his identity just enough so that his clients don’t recognize him. Harry hires him, not knowing it’s Draco. It’s an intense, emotional (and insanely hot) journey.

Give me Sweet Oblivion (tryslora, 4k): Harry and Draco both unwittingly end up in the same underground bdsm club in Italy. Harry is bound and handcuffed in the room when Draco enters and finds him waiting there.

Stolen Fantasy, Accidental Fantasy, & Not a Fantasy (Faith Wood, 8k together): Someone’s been stealing Draco’s possessions, and thus must be punished accordingly.  

The Bargain (Faith Wood, 5k): Draco’s wife convinces him to let her roleplay being Harry, with the aid of Polyjucie. Little does Draco know, it might be a bit more real than he realizes.

Let’s Go Outside (cryptonym, 24k): Harry and Draco bond over their love of exhibitionism. 

A Fox’s Bargain (raitala, 6k): In exchange for information on one of his cases, Harry agreed to let Draco fuck him. Harry’s initially pretty resistant, but Draco can be quite persuasive. 

 Eighth Year

Punishment (dysonrules, 15k): Spanking galore! Harry and Draco make a bet on a Quidditch game, and Harry loses, giving Draco the opportunity to spank him. They’re both a bit surprised by how much Harry fucking loves it. 

To Give Everything (slashpervert, 52k): Draco finds a sex dungeon in Hogwarts, and brings Harry down there to play with him. 

Harry Potter and the Alpha-Omega Bond (Becstar17, 20k): Harry’s an Omega and goes into heat, and Draco is his Alpha who has to fuck him repeatedly until he’s sated. Even if a/b/o isn’t your thing, the sex is scorching, and Harry submits to Draco so beautifully.