listen if i was harry james potter i would have literally had my “”“"emo episode”“”“ in the first fucking book after being forced to live in an abusive home for ten years because the most powerful wizard of all time killed my parents and was out to kill me specifically but instead my teenaged son, harry james, goes through FIVE YEARS of traumatizing experiences and suffers people discrediting and silencing him at every turn before justifiably reaching his breaking point after watching his father figure die and you all have the nerve to call him "whiny”
Harry: Actually years of trauma and literally fighting for my life against the most powerful evil wizard of all time have pretty much burnt out my adrenaline response in situations like this and left me without the ability to feel normal reactions and emotions.
if you ever feel down remember that 18 year old pureblood Regulus Black went against the most powerful dark wizard and did a switcharoo with his horcrux leaving a note with it that pretty much said “bitch U THOUGHT”
teru: half-blood, naturally gifted in learning spells. before going to hogwarts, he thought he was incontestably the most powerful young wizard. mob proved him wrong. became friends with mob right before the end of their 1st year. on his way to become the head boy of ravenclaw.
mob: son of a squib and a muggle, his magic is very powerful but unstable. reigen, the potion master, helps him gain control of his powers. very good at dealing with magical creatures. has a liking for herbology. he was sorted in hufflepuff and loves every minute spent in his house.
ritsu: before he received his letter to go to hogwarts, everyone thought he was a squib. he’s heard what people say about slytherins and he’s afraid of becoming a bad wizard because of it, so he’s made a point to being the best of his class. this is his first year at hogwarts.
shou: son of rumoured (but not convicted) dark wizard and pureblood supremacist toichiro suzuki, he’s expected to carry on his legacy when the time comes. he was hoping to be sorted in slytherin, just like his father, but he ended up in gryffindor anyway. just like ritsu, this is his first year.
Hearing Draco’s whispered voice in his ear brings Harry back to an earlier time. It’s both vivid and distant all at once. Harry allows the memory to fade as quickly as it comes to him - clinging onto to such things never helped in the past.
“You sound surprised,” Harry replies, not bothering to whisper back. Albus and Scorpius are too far away to hear them, already making their way onto the Hogwarts Express, holding hands as they had been all Summer.
“You don’t think they’re soulmates, do you?”
Harry’s jaw tightens at the word. Draco makes it sound like a bad thing. A terrible burden. “So what if they are?”
“I suppose it doesn’t matter to someone who doesn’t believe.”
A short humourless laugh escapes from Harry’s mouth. Draco was always good at picking fights where there was none. “I believe.”
“Ah,” Draco draws out the word. “I just wasn’t good enough, was I?” He asks, his cold humour cutting as always. “Thought you could pick again?”
Harry resists the urge to roll his eyes. He is determined to be a mature adult even if Draco isn’t. “Malfoy, don’t be dramatic.”
“I see, was I too dramatic? Did you prefer someone who wouldn’t steal your spotlight? Who would stand behind you like an obedient little house-elf?”
“Clearly not, otherwise I wouldn’t have married Ginny,” Harry bites back. Ginny. Holyhead Harpies Team Captain. World Renowned Quidditch Player. Earns more than Harry’s fortune in a single year. More raw magical power in her pinky finger than most wizards have in their entire body. Obedient house-elf? Not so much. If she were here, she would have decked Draco for suggesting it.
“Why did you marry her?” Draco’s voice has lost some of its edge now, the hurt clear behind his words.
“Why didn’t I just wait around for you, you mean?” Harry counters, bitterness leaking into his tone. He’s mad and he wants Draco to know it. It’s not fair for Draco to play the scorned lover. Not when the part is rightfully Harry’s. “Why didn’t I follow you halfway across the world, or wherever the hell you went, like an obedient little house-elf, you mean?”
“All you had to do was - “
“You left.” Harry interrupts. “You. So don’t you dare turn this around on me.”
Harry knows his face must be red with his anger. He can’t remember the last time he’d been so worked up like this. Not since Draco left. Draco Malfoy always had a way of drawing the uglier emotions out of him.
When too much silence has passed, Harry finally looks over to Draco and stares into the eyes of his soulmate.
“I had to,” Draco whispers. It’s not much of an excuse and Harry doesn’t know why he expected anything more.
He turns back to the train, watching the last trickles of students hurry in. “Well, I had to move on.”
Harry hears Draco clear his throat beside him. “I saw your divorce in The Daily Prophet. Did the Weas - did she find her soulmate?”
“She doesn’t have one,” Harry says stiffly. He’d sometimes been jealous of that. Not having a soulmate might have been easier. Anything would have been easier than having Draco Malfoy as his. “We both wanted children.” He adds by way of explanation. That had been the whole basis of their marriage. Harry had lied to Draco of course. He’d never really moved on.
“Do you think…” Draco trails off.
Harry looks up. “What?”
Draco shakes his head, eyes straight ahead. “Never mind.”
“You used to call me Draco.”
Harry shrugs as casually as he can manage. “That was years ago,” he says. What he doesn’t want to say is how much it hurts to say that name. How it brings back memories of everything he had and lost. How it means so much more to him than just a name.
“Do you think that maybe we just had the timing wrong?” Draco finally continues his earlier thought, still not looking at Harry. “That we weren’t supposed to be together until…until now.”
Harry feels his breath leave him. “Now?” He chokes out.
Draco nods, his gaze fixed on the train. “If soulmates are real, so is destiny, or fate, or whatever you want to call it. I know I was meant to have Scorpius. He’s changed me, Harry, he really has. I’m a different person.” He turns to Harry as the train horn sounds. “I think now I could be who you wanted me to be. Who I want to be.”
Harry stares back at Draco while the sound of the train’s departure roars in their ears. As the train exits the station, the sound fades to a whisper and then to a silence between them. Finally, after years, there’s nothing in their way.
Realtalk though, even if Sirius hadn’t taken the fall for the Potters’ deaths, I doubt he would have been given the opportunity to raise Harry. To suggest that he would have requires that we ignore that:
Albus Dumbledore was essentially a law unto himself within the wizarding world at the time - for all that he tried to avoid appearing, even to himself, to be seeking power, Dumbledore was one of the most significant political figures in Wizarding Britain and, indeed, Wizarding Europe at the time. In addition to controlling the education of the vast majority of wizards and witches in the British Isles for nearly half a century, he also holds leadership positions in both the Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards for Harry’s entire childhood. It took turning the Minister for Magic against him to even start to erode his power base, and even then, there was a significant majority [edit, because I can’t type apparently:] minority both within the Ministry and in the general populace that remained loyal to Albus Dumbledore over Fudge and his administration. Although it’s most explicitly tied to Slytherin ideals of ambition, there’s an almost feudal factionalism that’s present throughout wizarding British society, and no one seems to have questioned Dumbledore’s right to sponsor an organization like the Order of the Phoenix until he fell thoroughly out of favor with the Ministry. In the aftermath of Voldemort’s first fall, it probably would have been political and social suicide for anyone to question Albus Dumbledore’s right to make choices as to the upbringing of the orphaned child of two of his proteges.
Petunia’s status as Harry’s closest blood relative was magically significant, but probably not legally significant - if Dumbledore hadn’t unilaterally decided who got to raise Harry, can you really see any British Wizarding authority favoring the muggle relatives of a wizarding child born into a wizarding family in a custody case? Especially muggle relatives that didn’t want the kid in the first place? Harry was sent to the Dursleys entirely because of the protective blood magic that Lily worked with her death, and Dumbledore clearly overrode whatever the usual process of finding a guardian would have been in order to ensure Harry got that protection. This wasn’t a compromise or a backup plan for if another guardian wasn’t available. If Dumbledore had wished Harry to be raised within the wizarding world, he would have had no trouble finding a guardian that suited his needs. James was a pureblood; Harry is probably related within a few generations to a third of wizarding Britain. For that matter, if he hadn’t had reason to give Harry to someone else, it would have been very much Dumbledore’s style to decide to raise him himself.
Dumbledore doesn’t actually seem to like Sirius - he never goes so far as to badmouth the man to Harry, probably because shittalking Sirius would run contrary to his carefully cultivated image of being Wise and Fair and Above Such Pettiness. But Dumbledore seems to be frequently irritated with Sirius and clearly has little concern for his physical or emotional wellbeing, even when they’re nominally allies. Dumbledore couldn’t be bothered to find Sirius accommodations less actively traumatic than Grimmauld Place when Sirius was almost entirely dependent on Dumbledore and the rest of the Order. Would he have honored Sirius’s claim as Harry’s godfather, without really significant outside pressure? Would Sirius have been able to get backup from anyone Dumbledore would actually have listened to? Who’s going to win that battle - a probably-unemployed 21-year-old who has explosively burned bridges with his wealthy and influential family, or the man who is essentially the uncrowned king of magical Britain?
I propose instead: Sirius fails to get custody of Harry, who is sent off to his aunt and uncle as per canon. Sirius then proceeds to do an end-run around Dumbledore, instead focusing his not-inconsiderable charisma on getting into Arabella Figg’s good graces and, from there, insinuating himself into the Dursleys’ social circles. Probably this involves some intensive cramming to catch up on years of muggle studies he may or may not have actually taken but almost certainly didn’t pay attention to at Hogwarts. Depending on how much attention Petunia paid to Lily’s social life, Sirius may need to avoid her and interact only with Vernon; I have little doubt Sirius could pull this off, nor do I think Vernon would necessarily find this suspicious.
Harry grows up with occasional but reliable contact with an adult who tells him he’s neither crazy nor at fault when he starts having magical outbursts, takes an interest in his life, and also sometimes turns into a fluffy doggy when none of the other grown-ups are looking.
Vernon Dursley is utterly outraged when Mr. Black, who up to ‘till now has always seemed perfectly respectable and urbane, intercepts the third owl that tries to bring Harry his acceptance letter and hand delivers it to the kid, who is not actually surprised because Sirius has been teaching him about wizarding culture on the sly since he was like seven.
okay so in the world of mages the power behind spells comes from the Normals’ everyday use of language. common phrases, popular lyrics, etc. can be used as spells and the power it contains depends on how widespread the use of the phrase is. so like mages use “up up and away” as a levitation spell and it works really well cuz its a really commonly used phrase.
can you imagine the baby boomer era mages complaining about these newfangled spells the younger generation has that are so unpredictable yet exponentially more powerful than anything the mages had in the past. a student wanted to fetch his pet frog and uses “oh shit waddup” and every frog on the continent suddenly flies to him. another student points her wand at her shoes. “damn daniel” and they become blindingly white. simply saying “BODE” engorges a kitten to the size of a dragon. the Mage’s position is filled by a grouchy teen known as the Meme King. he runs a blog and is the most powerful wizard of all time.
OVERWATCH - THE QUEENS GUARD ( a dungeons and dragons AU ) pt.2
Mei-Ling Zhou - Human Sorceress (wizard) - One of the Queens sorceresses, the most powerful but caring woman in the city.
Gabriel Reyes - Teifling Warlock - The original Leader of the Queens Guard, His wife and kids were murdered by a group of goliaths, since then he’s made a deal with a Fiend known only as ‘Reaper’ and Revenge is the only release gabe can get.
Genji Shimada - Half Elf Monk - He left his family and their strict noble rules and retired to the mountains to train in the arts and magics, now he lives a peaceful life, joining the Queens Guard to spread this message.
Jessiah McCree - Human Bard - He sings songs of the war he fought it, he always has everyones back. Singing songs of Justice with his Harmonica and Guitar.
“Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn’t fair.”
Snape said to the boy who’s parents died when he was just one.
Snape said to the boy who was kept in a cupboard under the stairs, along with spiders.
Snape said to the boy who had to eat food thrown away by his cousin.
Snape said to the boy who knew nothing of his loving parents for years.
Snape said to the boy who had to sneak out of his cupboard at night to have food because he wasn’t fed.
Snape said to the boy who was surprised someone would send him Christmas presents.
Snape said to the boy who tried to reach out to his deceased mother through a mirror because he had no memory of being loved.
Snape said to the boy who was confused by why everyone in the Burrow loved him.
Snape said to the boy who wouldn’t eat a chocolate because he assumed it was poisoned.
Snape said to the boy who had to hear his mother pleading to leave her son and kill her instead.
Snape said to the boy who secretly wanted to keep hearing his mother’s cries because it’s the only way he could hear her.
Snape said to the boy who never asked to be enrolled into a competition that would kill a boy in front of him.
Snape said to the boy who’s blood was taken against his will by a man his parents trusted.
Snape said to the boy who had no experience with dueling whatsover, but had to duel a monster and barely escaped, but took Cedric’s body to his father.
Snape said to the boy who had to watch his Godfather die, his Godfather who was his only hope for a loving family.
Snape said to Harry who didn’t ask to be the chosen one.
Snape said to Harry who was used by Dumbledore as a weapon in the war.
Snape said to the boy who had to see the death of his parents through their murderer’s eyes.
Snape said to the boy who had to watch everyone he loved die, one by one, but couldn’t grieve because he had to fight a war.
Snape said to the boy who had to duel the most powerful wizard all by himself.
So lately I have been hearing people talk about how boring Tina was as a character and it absolutely blows my mind that so many people think this when I immediately thought she was one of the most well-developed and interesting characters of the movie. Since so many people seem to be of the same mindset about her character, I feel that I need to remain people of a few key things and point a few other things out.
Allow me to present the facts:
1. Tina is part of the law enforcement in the 1920s, and seems to be quite good at her job
Although it is evident that the magical community in America at this time displays less gender discrimination than the non-magical community, the fact that she became Auror is a feat of its own. We know from the Harry Potter series that becoming an Auror required extensive training and top marks in school, so this means that Tina is not only at least a decent student, but a highly trained wizard. She also seems to have been doing her job for quite some time, which means that she has experience. Another thing to note is that, even after she was removed from her Auror position, she still felt comfortable enough to approach her higher-ups when she took Newt to MACUSA. I mean, she literally walked straight up to Graves and the president of the American Wizarding Community and started talking. Although she was turned away, the fact that she felt comfortable enough to approach them indicates that prior to her removal, she was respected and treated as an equal. If that isn’t the case, her boldness in speaking to Piquery shows that she is very brave and has a heart to do the right thing. By Tina’s attempts to keep doing her job even after she has been fired, we can see that she both loves her job and knows that she needs to do the right thing, even when there are restrictions in the way.
2. Tina fought Grindlewald
I would like to start off by saying: WHY AREN’T MORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THIS.
I mean, come on. Tina went up against freaking Grindlewald one-on-one and held her own up until the point that he threw a freaking car at her. The fact that she was able to engage in a duel with him and nearly be successful in at least subduing him shows that Tina is indeed a powerful duelist and wizard as a whole. Grindlewald was considered the most powerful dark wizard besides Voldemort, and she actually faced him. Although she didn’t know Graves was actually Grindlewald, Tina had to have known that Graves was a powerful wizard from working with him, and the fact that she stood up to him is another show of her bravery.
3. Tina is occasionally emotionally vulnerable
So often in pop culture we define a strong female character as one who shows zero emotion and refuses to be scared, sad, or any emotion thereof. As stated in points 1 and 2, we already know that Tina is a badass, but the true depth of her character lies in that she is capable of kicking butt, but she also is not afraid to show when she is scared. In the scene where Tina and Newt are in the Death Chamber, Tina is visibly afraid and does not seem to make any attempt to hide it. Again, we later see that she is frightened when the lights go out in the street, and once more when she is facing Credence as the Obscurus. Besides fear, she displays a wide variety of other emotions throughout the movie, such as hope, calm, happiness, giddiness, embarrassment, annoyance, fondness, etc. Athough I am all for snarky females who don’t give a dang, Tina’s ability to show emotion is a breath of fresh air.
4. Tina calmed down Credence
And it would have worked too, if it weren’t for MACUSA’s interference.The fact that she was able to get Credence to trust her and listen to her shows a different depth of character that really doesn’t require explanation.
(side note: the fact that Tina is able to clam things down like Newt does with his animals really connects these two characters. Just sayin.)
5. Tina has a very close connection with her sister
The relationship between the Goldstein sisters is another thing we could microanalyze, but I think that their closeness is generally fascinating, even from a distance. For one, Tina does not really seem to envy her sister in any way, despite the fact that Queenie is a Legilimens and would have fit the “perfect beauty” of the time period. Tina does make a little quip once, but for the most part, Tina seems comfortable with who she is. Queenie also doesn’t seem to display any jealousy towards Tina, who is a powerful duelist and, as mentioned in point 1, seemingly well respected with higher-ups up until the point of her removal. Besides not showing jealousy, Tina looks out for her sister both physically and emotionally (as shown by her not wanting Queenie to get attached to Jacob when he will need to be obliterated). The sisters display a huge level of trust between the two of them throughout the whole movie, with their closeness being built on the fact that they raised each other after their parents’ passing. The fact that Tina is the older sister also shows that she probably grew up a bit too fast, and knows how to take care of herself.
Thus, I am continually confused by people who thought Tina was a boring or underdeveloped character when she is, in fact, a powerful duelist, a brave-hearted Auror, in touch with her emotions, a loving sister, a person who wants to do the right thing, and a generally caring person. Besides this, I thought she was funny at points, and Katherine Waterston did a wonderful job portraying this character. I think that J.K. Rowling left Tina plenty of room to grow and develop, and I look forward to seeing the role that she plays in future movies.
There are a lot more things I could have brought up, but this post was getting long. Feel free to add your own thoughts.
Percival Graves met Theseus Scamander when he was already the Director of Magical Security at MACUSA. They worked together on a case to find and bring down Grindelwald and his followers. He and some of the Ministry’s workers decided to join forces to end the dark lord once and for all.
During the month they were in New York, Percival became very good friends with Theseus and learned a few things about him.
One of the most curious things was the fact that despite of being a famous war hero, people didn’t know much about Theseus Scamander. He was very reserved when it came to his private life and only talked about himself with a handful of people.
The only thing Percival knew about his family was that his parents had died long time ago.
He also learned that Theseus couldn’t stop himself from talking about Newt. He always talked about him.
The first time he did it was after the first week, they all had worked so hard they decided they needed a rest and went to a pub. Theseus had a glass with whiskey and was turning it around in his fingers, looking at it like it was his worst enemy.
“He’s probably in Africa by now,” he commented with a depressed expression on his face.
“Who?” Percival asked, although he didn’t know why he did it since it was clear Theseus had a little bit too much drink for one night and was starting to lose himself.
“Newt,” a smile returned to his features when the name came out of his mouth. Then he began to ramble about how Newt was the best thing that could have happened to him. He was proud of him and all the things he had managed to accomplish. The only thing that bothered him was the boy traveled too much to do his research and spent so many days away from home.
“You know what he did when I told him not to follow me to the war?”
“He followed you,” Percival chuckled, having the weird sensation that he would like Newt if he had the chance to meet him.
“He did!” Theseus nodded and frowned at the empty glass. “We used to have dragons in our regiment. They wanted to use them, but they have to cancel the program because the dragons attacked everyone but Newt.”
Theseus smiled fondly at the memory and leaned in the table. Percival found himself more interested in the story and in the wizard capable of taming dragons.
“I’m glad it got cancelled, you know?” He said, looking irritated. “Because it was very difficult for me to keep an eye on Newt. Those damned beasts didn’t let me near him!”
Percival knew the exact moment when the alcohol hit Theseus’ system completely when the auror rested his head over the table and started to sob and cry how much he missed his Newt.
At the end of the night, Percival (and one of Theseus’ subordinates) had to take him back to his hotel room.
Percival didn’t find out who Newt was until days later.
Drunk or not, Theseus did really enjoy talking about Newt. And because of that Percival learned a couple of things about him. He was a magizoologist and he was the best in what he did; he loved magical and non-magical creatures and he lacked of self preservation.
“He thinks all creatures are fluffy kittens,” Theseus told him and even though he wanted to sound angry, there was a clear spark of amusement dancing in his eyes.
He learned that Newt had a kleptomaniac creature that loved shiny things.
“That damned Niffler stole my ring!” Theseus huffed. “I tried to cast a spell to recover it, but Newt stopped me before I could do it. He said it’d scared the Niffler.”
“You should’ve insisted,” Percival commented, curious to see his friend’s reaction.
“No, Newt would’ve gone mad at me,” Theseus told him. “The last time he was mad he stopped talking to me for a week.”
His eyebrows quirked up in surprise. Percival couldn’t quite believe one of the most powerful aurors of Britain was afraid of another wizard giving him the silent treatment. But Newt was not any wizard, was he? He was different, special, at least to Theseus. Percival thought Newt was Theseus’ friend, but somehow that didn’t seem quite right.
He knew later that Newt had a case full of magical (and also quite illegal) creatures and Theseus let him get in and out of the Ministry, with the case in hand, whenever he wanted.
It seemed Newt had Theseus completely wrapped around his little finger.
Percival found that rather amusing.
He didn’t found out more about Newt until Theseus stormed into his office, with a letter in his hands and a huge smile on his face.
The auror turned the paper around to show him what it was and Percival got a glimpse of a elegant handwriting, but what he could see was the signature.
Newt Scamander, it said. Percival blinked in confusion and looked at Theseus who was already concentrated reading the letter.
“Newt Scamander?” He mumbled before he could stop himself.
“Yes, I told you he sent it to me,” Theseus said.
“No, I meant… He’s Scamander,” he tried again, feeling stupid saying it because of the way Theseus was looking at him.
“Of course his last name is Scamander!” Theseus rolled his eyes. “What’s going on with you today? Are you okay? Have you been drinking lately?”
“Not even a glass of wine,” Percival said.
“Besides, why wouldn’t he be? I thought it was obvious. After all he’s my-”
But Richards entered the office without even knocking first, insisting it was urgent.
And it was. They had found Grindelwald’s base of operations and they needed to go as soon as possible.
The fight didn’t last long; they captured the majority of Grindelwald’s followers, the problem was the dark lord himself had managed to escape.
Disappointment fell over the whole group, but they managed to cheer up a little bit when they remembered it was just a couple of days more for them to return home.
And Theseus was happy, because he was going to see Newt again after a very long and exhausting month.
He was so excited he started to babble about Newt… again, only this time he was heard by a wizard at the pub they were in. And the man moved his chair closer.
“Are you talking about Newt Scamander?” He asked, genuinely curious. “I met him in France. He’s a sweet little thing, isn’t he?”
Theseus didn’t answer, his response was to press the glass in his hands harder than he should.
“He saved me from a wampus. I haven’t seen him since then,” the man sighed, sad. “I wonder if any of you could tell me where he is… I really want to see him again, maybe invite him some dinner and-”
Theseus leaned in and took the man’s arm in a grip Percival was sure it was painful. But his smile, it was the most terrifying thing he had seen.
“Listen, you… whoever you are I don’t care, Newt Scamander is off limits, do you understand? Because if I see you near him, you’ll miss the wampus he saved you from.”
Then the story about the ring came to Percival’s mind and an idea formed in his mind.
Of course, it was so obvious. Newt was Theseus’ husband.
Percival was really curious about their story together, but he was not the man that used to ask people questions about their private lives, he preferred to wait until said person is comfortable enough to tell their story.
Besides, there was no time left, because Theseus was going back to England.
They didn’t see each other after that, but they kept writing. And it wasn’t that Theseus life wasn’t interesting but the best part of his letters was when he wrote about Newt. Percival found himself smiling and grinning the most when he read something about the magizoologist.
Because it seemed Newt was as wild as the creatures he took care of.
More than once he laughed out loud while reading how Newt had found another dangerous creature and took it to the house, making Theseus almost have a heart attack.
After a few of those letters, Percival not only wrote about the problems in MACUSA, he also added a few questions about Newt. But they were just innocent questions. Where was Newt at the moment? What kind of creature was he studying the most? He asked and stopped himself from adding things like What color are his eyes? How does his voice sound like?
Mercy Lewis seemed to have heard his prayers because the next letter came with a photograph. Theseus wanted to prove Percival Newt kept taking beasts into their house. But Percival didn’t pay much attention to the little occamy in the wizard’s hands, because the wizard himself was way more interesting than the creature.
Newt was breathtaking. He had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. And his eyes were shining with joy as he looked at the occamy and caressed it with his fingers. Then he turned his head to the camera and he could see lovely freckles all over his cheeks. His curls fell over his forehead and his eyes looked away from the camera in an gesture of adorable shyness.
Percival kept the picture, of course he did. After all Theseus gave it to him, didn’t he? There wasn’t anything wrong about that. The problem started days later when Percival brought home a beautiful frame for the photograph and left it in his bedroom where he could see it perfectly before falling asleep.
He didn’t have time to think about it, because Grindelwald attacked him.
It took Percival a long time to be back to himself after being rescued. Newt’s photograph (that thanks Mercy Lewis Grindelwald didn’t destroy) and Theseus’ letters with news of Newt helped a lot.
To say that he was impressed was a underestimation, he was more than that when auror Goldstein told him it was Newt who noticed the Graves that sentenced them to death wasn’t the real one. He not only felt impressed, he felt relieved to know Newt didn’t believe he’d do something like that to him. He’d never hurt Newt.
Even though he hadn’t actually met him.
But he did, he met him two years after his rescue. Newt had returned New York to visit auror Goldstein and her sister and he also brought copies of his book with him. Percival already knew about that, Theseus sent him a long letter about how proud he was of Newt and how much he wanted the whole world to notice the other wizard’s talents.
But even though the information and the picture, Percival was not prepared. Seeing that kind and warm smile spreading slowly over those freckled features was completely different from seeing it on a photograph. Newt’s presence was like a ray of sunshine, he was full of energy, an energy that was difficult to follow, but Percival did it anyway.
He ignored the inner voice that warned him about getting too close, he knew what was going to happen, what was already happening and did nothing to stop it. He gave Newt all the permits he needed, he started to have lunch with him in the cafeteria and adapted his own office to make it a place more comfortable for the magizoologist, so he didn’t have to leave.
He knew, but ignored. Percival let himself fall little by little. He asked the other wizard to be on first name basis because he couldn’t stand calling him Mr Scamander anymore. He felt guilty for putting in the president’s head Newt would be very valuable for MACUSA, but he felt worse when Newt accepted, because part of him was overwhelmed with happiness.
He was also curious and hopeful. Why did Newt accept a job so far from Theseus? Was there something wrong? What was happening between the two?
But he didn’t ask, it was not his place.
He met the Niffler when the thing stole his pocket watch. And when he found out he didn’t care, that he liked the way Newt’s cheeks flushed or the sensation of his skin when their fingers touch as Newt returned him the watch, he knew there was no coming back from that.
It got worse at MACUSA’s dance. All years there was a celebration for the anniversary of MACUSA. All workers were invited. Percival had to go because he was the Director of Magical Security and because Picquery basically ordered him to go.
Newt, on the other hand, wasn’t a people’s person and Percival knew he’d prefer to be taking care of his creatures, but he also knew Miss Goldstein was his friend and she could be really persuasive sometimes.
So Percival Graves spent the night trying not to stare at Newt, but it was unfair, because he was wearing a really good suit and he looked stunning with it.
The problem was that he wasn’t the only one who noticed, therefore it didn’t took long for Newt to be surrounded by wizards and witches who wanted to dance with him.
Percival walked towards him, reminding himself he had promised Theseus to take care of him. He also conveniently ignored the voice that called him hypocrite, the same voice that was telling him he was doing that just because he was jealous.
“May I have this dance?” He asked. He hadn’t recalled being that flustered since he was twelve. It was almost ridiculous. And it was even more ridiculous when all his worries fade away when Newt smiled at him and took his hand.
“Thanks for getting me out of there,” Newt said. “It’s not that I don’t like them. They seem good people, but I’m not used to be around so many people.”
“You’re welcome,” Percival smirked and forgot about everything else. He took Newt by his slender waist and pulled him close.
“I feel comfortable around you,” he said and Percival felt warm inside.
He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, he stayed like that because Newt didn’t push him away.
He looked into those hazel eyes and wondered what would have happened if he had met Newt before Theseus did. Maybe he was losing it, but he felt like Newt and him fit together.
But it couldn’t be. It could never be.
Percival knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but honestly he wanted more time.
Theseus had arrived at MACUSA and knowing him he was going to convince Newt to leave with him.
But Percival refused to let Newt go without telling him everything.
He wasn’t so lucky because before he could move, Theseus stormed into his office. He was angry, which didn’t surprise him.
“Why didn’t you tell me Newt was officially working for MACUSA?” He demanded.
“I thought he had told you,” Percival’s lie sounded weak even to his ears.
“Maybe he had a reason to do that,” he blurted out.
“Where’s he?” Theseus asked, ignoring him.
“I don’t know.” Another lie, he knew Newt so well by then he was sure he was sitting on the couch at Tina’s office at the moment.
He sighed and looked at Theseus, he deserved to know too.
“I’m in love with him,” he said before he regretted it.
“I’ve fallen in love with Newt,” Percival breathed and didn’t flinch when Theseus growled. He was pissed, of course he was.
“You utter cock! I trusted you!” He snarled. “But if you think just because you’re my friend I’m gonna let you put your dirty hands on my baby brother you’re terribly mistaken!”
Percival blinked a few times before he could process what Theseus had said.
“Newt’s your brother?”
That just seemed to irritate Theseus even more.
“Of course he is! But you know that already, Graves!”
“I didn’t,” he admitted. “I thought he was your husband.”
“What?” The words catch Theseus off guard. But when he realised, he bursted into laughter.
Percival didn’t care he was laughing at him. He felt relieved.
“Just to make one thing clear, no matter how funny I find this, that doesn’t mean I approve your- hey!”
Percival left Theseus and apparated outside Tina’s office. He walked in like the desperate man he was and sat next to his magizoologist.
Marry me he wanted to say, but bit his lip before saying it. He had waited so long he wasn’t going to ruin it.
“Do you want to have dinner with me?” Percival asked feeling his heart on his throat.
“Of course,” Newt responded too quickly. He looked quite calm for someone that got flustered for almost anything.
Auror Goldstein cleared her throat and make a motion with her hand, like she wanted him to add something more.
Then he understood.
“Like a date,” he added.
“Oh… Oh!” Newt blushed prettily. “I mean… yes, I’ll have dinner with you.”
Percival couldn’t help himself and kissed Newt’s hand and the wizard’s face turned into a deeper shade of red.
“What are you doing, Graves? Hands off!” Theseus entered the room.
Percival saw auror Goldstein sigh.
“So you thought he was married and you still were planning how to woo him?”
“Don’t mind him, he’s being overdramatic,” Newt told him, then his brother’s words hit him. “You thought I was married? With whom?”
He first knew it when Potter was sitting with him during Potions in their eighth year. He could smell him, he could see the way his hands shook whenever he would work on a potions lab.
Seeing Harry Potter in all of his magical glory was really what helped Draco realize it.
“Draco,” Potter grinned one morning as soon as Draco sat next to him in Potions, “goodmorning.”
This confused Draco to no end. First off, since when were they on a first-name-basis? Secondly, he couldn’t understand how it could possibly be a goodmorning for him, considering he had to sit next to Potter and listen to his nonsense for an hour.
The portrait of his godfather explained the potion they would be brewing today, Pepper-Up Potion. Draco quickly sent Potter off to retrieve the ingredients from the cupboard at the back of the room, while he prepared the cauldron and the tools they would be using.
It was common knowledge that Harry Potter was not an excelling student in Potions, but Draco couldn’t understand why it took him five minutes to fetch the ingredients. He impatiently strolled to the cupboard to see what was holding him up.
As soon as he entered the cramped cupboard, he ran into the back of the one-and-only Harry Potter. He was having a hushed conversation with Theodore Nott. Once his presence was known, the talking ceased, and Potter grinned at him.
“Why, Draco,” he began, “fancy seeing you here.”
“Yes, fancy seeing me in my own class,” Draco rolled his eyes, “I came here to fetch the ingredients that you obviously couldn’t.”
He began to collect what he needed, only to notice that Nott had left. He required the “eyelashes of Hippogriff” which was on the highest shelf. Draco wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he wasn’t particularly tall. He strained his one hand up, only to feel the pressure of hands lifting him up.
This was not a position Draco Malfoy wanted to be in, at the time, but he took the opportunity and grabbed the jar anyway.
Once he was on his feet again, he nodded at Potter who had rosy-tint to his cheeks, but was smiling nonetheless. Leaving the cupboard, he tried not to look baffled even as everyone (including Dumbledore who “coincidentally” entered Snape’s portrait at the time) looked at the duo as if expecting something.
As they arrived at their seats, Draco watched as Harry began chopping up a basil leaf. He saw his hair sticking to his face from the heat of the cauldron, and his glasses fogging up. Oh, Merlin. Draco knew it then.
Once he knew, he figured that the whole school was most likely in on the secret. Except for, newly-appointed, Headmaster McGonagall, actually. He figured this when he was inside of her office (which still smelled like Dumbledore, for the record).
“No, Mr. Malfoy. I will not change your rooming arrangements. We must enforce house-unity, and what better way to get through to the younger wizards than to place the eighth years in mixed-house dorms?”
Draco though of several different methods, perhaps even eliminating houses all together. He knew to keep his mouth closed, though, because the look in the woman’s eyes showed that she would not be convinced otherwise.
The wrinkles surrounding her eyes also showed that she was way past her expiration date, and he constantly wondered how she managed to avoid death. If I was death, Draco thought, I wouldn’t mess with Minerva McGonagall, either.
“I understand that, Headmaster, but Weasley constantly sneaks into the room in the middle of the night, no doubt from Granger’s room.” They ignored the chuckle Dumbledore let out from his portrait above them.
“I don’t see how a room-change will prevent that from happening.” She sighed these words out.
“It doesn’t matter to me if it stops, I just don’t want to deal with it.”
“Mr. Malfoy, I can’t ju-”
“No, no, I think the boy is right,” Dumbledore spoke gruffly from his portrait. You could hear the smile in his voice, “Perhaps, we should switch Mr. Weasley with Mr. Potter?”
Draco Malfoy couldn’t deny that he liked where this was going. What he didn’t understand was how Dumbledore caught on to his feelings for the messy-haired boy so quickly. Draco made a decision to hide his feelings better, because if old men in portraits could figure them out, he was sure Potter could.
“Now, why would we do that, Dumbledore?”
Minerva McGonagall was practically competing with Harry Potter to win the title of ‘Most Oblivious Person in Hogwarts’.
The sound of Dumbledore sighing was heard in the room, and Draco couldn’t help but agree with the man.
“Well, I’ll be going now. Perhaps I could get a few hours of sleep before Weasley comes into our room, only to leave again with Granger.” Draco spoke as he rose from his seat to leave the room.
With McGonagall’s complete lack of knowledge towards Draco Malfoy’s feelings for Potter, he assumed that maybe the school didn’t know. Maybe it was only Dumbledore. That thought alone made him feel a bit at ease.
Until the next day.
He was strolling down to the Great Hall that morning, only to be yanked into a corridor. Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger looked at him expectantly, as though he was the one that pulled them into a corridor.
“What?” He questioned impatiently. If their little chat was going to happen at this rate, he would miss the fried tomatoes.
“We think that you should stop acting oblivious, and just be with Harry.” Granger rushed out as Pansy nodded alongside her.
“I’m the oblivious one?” Draco said incredulously.
“Oh, you have to forgive Harry,” Granger waved his comment off with a flick of her hand, “he doesn’t get things sometimes.”
“I’ll have you know, I am completely fine with pining after Potter. Leave me alone.” These were words that Draco never thought he would ever say in his life. His father was writhing in his grave.
Draco now figured that, yeah, the whole school was probably aware of his problem. You would think that maybe someone would actually help him solve it, but he continued to talk to Parkinson and Granger about how this was all his fault for not taking action and winning Harry over.
The thing is, Draco isn’t a man of action.
So people knew, that is, except for Potter (and maybe McGonagall, as she tended to watch them closely nowadays, as though they would break out into a fight at any moment). Which was quite a nuisance really, because now here he was in the library. The Boy Who Lived was his only companion, completing a Transfiguration Essay, and he was burning with want.
Over the past few weeks, Potter had weaseled (no pun intended) into Draco’s everyday life. They played chess, went to Hogsmeade, and ate together. Draco was in no position to complain, but everyday he found that he craved Potter more and more.
The library was silent, except for the quiet sound of Dumbledore trying to make his breathing inconspicuous. All he smelled was musty, magical books and the boy next to him. He seriously wondered how a boy capable of defeating the most powerful dark wizard in the world could be so absolutely oblivious.
Now, for the record, Draco Malfoy was not an observant person, himself. He had only realized his true feelings for the Golden Boy a few weeks ago. Whereas, the majority of the school population had figured it out during their sixth year (according to Seamus Finnigan who explained that he and Nott have a bet going on how long it will take for Draco to cave into Harry. The bet has been running for over two years.). Draco didn’t understand how he could have gone for so long without thinking about Potter that way.
Harry Potter, however, was a different level of obliviousness than Draco had ever had the displeasure of encountering in his life. It was a wonder that the boy realized there was a nose-less man after him in the first place.
“What are you reading?” Potter turned to him and pushed his glasses up.
Draco simply turned his book to show Potter the cover.
“You know, you don’t have to stay with me while I finish my essay.” Potter smiled at him.
“Well, I can’t leave you alone, now can I?” Draco rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be daft.”
Potter casually toyed with a piece of Draco’s hair, and even though his face was set in a frown, it secretly drove him mad.
He and Potter continued to share light conversation. They covered news concerning Quidditch, their N.E.W.T.s, and the other eighth years. Draco found talking with Potter was quite easy. Their conversations drove late into the night, and Draco was still not fulfilled. Eventually, Harry decided he ought to complete his essay, and Draco finish his book.
Draco had yet to figure out what got him in this dilemma. He had half-a-mind to pin it on McGonagall and her attempts at enforcing “house unity” between the eighth years. If he had stayed with his fellow Slytherins in their chambers, he would have never noticed the way Potter’s hair flopped into his eyes. He would’ve been too busy restoring the Malfoy name to care about Potter’s matured voice. He definitely wouldn’t have noticed the way the boy’s eyes gleamed with determination as tried to complete a potion. He would’ve never realized what he’d known all along. Damn it, Minerva.
As Draco pondered over the absurdity of his situation, a light snoring from his side shook him out of his thoughts. Potter had fallen asleep on his parchment and the ink on his quill was beginning to drip. He looked so vulnerable and delicate lying there. The light pink of his cheeks, accompanied by the gentle rise-and-fall of his lungs shook something inside of Draco.
Draco thought quick about what one of Potter’s friends would do. Making a natural decision, he gently shook Potter’s sleeping form.
“Potter,” his shaking only resulted in Potter crinkling his nose and then recommencing his snoring, “wake up.”
Draco sighed and felt a bit bad for trying to awaken the boy. He had been working so hard recently. It was no surprise he was exhausted. So, Draco carefully scooped the boy up in his arms. Throughout the past year, Draco had grown slightly taller than Potter, whilst keeping his lanky form. He silently enchanted their equipment to follow them as he begun to walk to the Eighth Year Common Room. There weren’t a large amount of returners, and they couldn’t simply sleep with the underclassmen. McGonagall decided to place them all in the same quarters. This was also another attempt to promote the idea of house-unity to the younger wizards.
Draco tried to walk without running into any bumps. He narrowly avoided any disruptions that may wake Potter from his slumber. He would occasionally check to see if their possessed possessions were still trailing behind him.
Upon reaching the portrait of Sir William Arthur that hid their common room, Draco quickly mumbled the password. He tried to act as though he didn’t see the knowing look the man gave him as he entered.
Potter’s room assignment had been with Blaise Zabini, some Hufflepuff boy, and Neville Longbottom. Draco was sure they were asleep, but had no problem waking them up.
He knocked at their dormitory door, until a very frazzled-looking Blaise Zabini opened the door.
“I believe this belongs in your room.” Draco said gesturing to the boy in his arms.
Zabini rolled his eyes and moved to let Draco enter the room. It smelled like pine and there was only one untouched bed in the corner. He carefully set Potter on the bed, perhaps standing to look at him a bit too long.
He was met with a grunt from Zabini as the door shut behind him. Draco found his way back to his room with the Weasel, Finnigan, and Nott. There wasn’t even a shift in the room when he entered. Draco laid in his bed and thought about what mode of action he should take.
However, Draco wasn’t a man of action.
He knew this, and he doubted he ever would be. He fell asleep that night already accepting his Potterless future.
The next morning, he went down to the Great Hall only to notice Potter. He only ever thought of Potter these days. Today was the day that the ceiling had begun to snow and everyone was planning their plans for the break. Potter, however, sat and ate his fried tomatoes glumly. Draco didn’t understand why though, it was no secret that the boy would typically accompany the Weasel to his Weasel home.
He decided to take a seat next to the gloomy boy.
“It’s a wonder you were given the name "the Golden Boy,” Draco began, catching his attention, “what with your depressed persona.”
He watched as Potter laughed, and ignored how good it made him feel to bring joy to the boy next to him. Damn it, Potter.
“I wouldn’t be so "depressed” if you would have told me.“ Potter now sat with his chin is his hands facing Draco. Draco resisted the urge to straighten his glasses which were slightly crooked.
Once the words left Potter’s mouth, Draco didn’t know what he should do. He didn’t know how to respond to this situation. He looked at his nearby eighth years, and saw Neville Longbottom giving him a nervous thumbs-up. Pansy tried to hide her grin as she drank her pumpkin juice. Damn it.
"I didn’t think you wanted that,” Draco tried to speak as clearly as he could, given the heart-shattering circumstances.
“I think I know what I want better than you do,” the boy gave Draco a grin as his words sunk in.
“It’s not my fault you were completely oblivious to my advances.” Draco let a smile through. He ignored the way that the corner of Hermione’s mouth quirked up at his words.
“Advances? Draco, you won’t even touch my skin! Last night was the closest we’ve ever been, and I was asleep.” Potter threw his hands up and grinned.
“Well, I’m gentleman, and I have yet to even properly court you.” his eyes twinkled as he said this, and Potter’s cheeks were rosy with life.
Potter bit his lip before he spoke. Draco tried not to let his eyes focus on the action, or the way that Dumbledore inconspicuously wandered into the portrait behind them.
“You’re going to court me?”
Draco was suddenly a man of action.
“I don’t think your dad will be too happy with this news.” Potter chuckled and danced his hand closer to Draco.
“Well, he’s not the one doing the courting.” Draco gingerly played with the boy’s fingers.
“I should hope not.”
This was the second time Draco knew it. He knew he was in love. Potter did, too.
“He’s rage and fury within physical body. He’s a storm you don’t want to play games with if you hurt what’s his. He is a soldier and he is a warrior, but before everything he is a fighter, and believe me when I say there is nothing, absolutely nothing and nobody, that can stay on his way if those rage and fury become unleashed. You do not want to play with fire, but he is much worse than any fire, than any ice, than any poison in existence."
Mutant-less mediaeval!AU in which Erik is a king of an enormous kingdom of Genosha, Charles is one of most powerful wizards in existence and whose kind is supposedly extict, Pietro and Wanda are too careless royal heirs
Where Charles, on run from royal guards all over the continent, witnesses royal princess drowning in frozen lake and saves her, not knowing that his act and appearance will be start of a forbidden romance, fight for the power and drag Genosha in a centenary war for the most powerful sorcerer alive
My first and most important headcanon is that Draco is the one who tops. Like, everyone is so sure that Harry, hero of the wizarding world and probably the most powerful wizard in the world, is the one who takes the lead in their bed (like he does at his work and public life)… BUT that’s so far from reality! Because in bed, Harry loves (and when I say loves I mean REALLY LOVES) to let Draco be the one in charge (all bossy) and let him do all the job.
Harry loves to (at least for this) not be the one who has to be in charge.
Harry particularly loves when Draco worships him for hours if is needed in order to make him feel ready for him. He loves to feel Draco inside him, making love to him slow and sweet, with so much care and passion like he is the most precious thing Draco’s ever seen, because those times are when Harry thinks his heart could blow up with all the feels he has for his boyfriend.
And Draco… Draco doesn’t even try to correct people of that belief, because no one would believe him if he’d tried and let’s be honest, he loves to let them believe that lie because that means he has a secret no one but him and Harry knows, something that belongs just to them.
Until one day Ron is making snarky remarks about Draco not being able to sit at their table after last night (let’s say that night was their seventh anniversary of marriage) and Draco just smiles knowingly and don’t say a thing. And when Harry sits and tries really hard to hide an uncumfortable grimace and wriggle restless in his seat trying to find a comfortable way of sit, is then that Ron drops his fork to the floor (mouth gaping and mumbling nonsences) that their top secret stops being a secret. But Draco couldn’t care less, because he’ll never forget Ron’s face. And for now on, he’ll have that memory to tease him whenever his husband’s friend wants to mess with him.
I just love top!Draco and bottom!Harry so much! 💘
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