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Whoever lied about HBO making a Tom Riddle series better sleep with one eye open...

YES YES YES YES

WIP Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @leafiloaf . Leafi, thank you so much for the tag! 😭 Sending love 💖💖💕💕 Look, when my favourite Harrymort artist tags me for the wip game it doesn't matter that I did the tag game, I’m doing it again!

Rules: Share 7 (or more) lines of a WIP you've been working on.

I wrote a little one-shot of our boy Harry fainting in the forest in Deathly Hallows and waking up. Without his shirt? Where could his shirt have gone? 🤔

Let Harry tell you one thing. He's a bloody good escape artist. Just because his shirt got discarded and his torso is currently exposed to the cold air of the hall won’t stop him from running headfirst to the exit, wherever the exit is — something Harry’s starting to worry about right now.  The burning, long fading mark in the middle of his chest the locket left behind throbbed dully, like its own heartbeat. All the hairs on his arms were up, rising in response to the biting cold, followed by goose bumps spreading along the skin. His empty fingers trembled. There was no wand. Someone took his wand. No weapon. Running bare-chested. Many strange things happened to Harry over these seven years, but this one definitely takes the cake.

At least he still had his trousers, glasses, socks and trainers. The girls and guys at Hogwarts would kill to see this, Harry was sure. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. A warning.  Mid-step, a cloth wrapped around Harry's ankles and wrists, lifting his feet off the floor. Harry pushed his entire body forward, lunging in the opposite direction in an attempt to rip the fabric off of his limbs.  The cloth was unbroken. More cloths snapped around him, like lunging snakes. Two more wrapped around his forearms, one wrapped around his chest, another around his waist, wrapping around his thigh, two more around his knees, and one around his neck. They all snapped tight, and Harry groaned as they squeezed, strangulating his bones with the powerful pressure. The only cloth that didn't squeeze him was the one around his neck, acting more like a rope than a handcuff. The cloths were like scarves. They extended outward, to the source. The ones around him slowly spun Harry around, almost gently, mindful not to break him. Harry followed the path of the cloths, and found they were connected to a robe. No. They were a part of the robe. Coming out of the robe like hidden serpents. His breath stopped in his lungs, caught in his throat in horror at the sight of the hooded, tall figure ten feet away from him. No. No, Harry was supposed to be dead… No… No, no, no, no… Harry felt the beat of his heart, and realized that he was very much not dead. He was alive. He was alive, and it was the most heart-wrenching realization to have in this moment. Harry was alive. And the cloth holding him captive came from Lord Voldemort, who prowled toward Harry slowly, like a slithering python approaching his captured prey. Harry glared at the hooded Dark Lord. 

Voldemort looked at him silently, his ivory face cast in shadow, his red eyes glowing like rubies. He tilted his head like a curious snake. A slow smile curled his mouth

“Going somewhere, my dear Horcrux?”

Harry's breath hitched, his eyes stretching in horror.

No.

No no no no no —

Voldemort reached forward. A skeletal hand cupped Harry’s cheek gently, tenderly holding his face.

Harry wasn't even done panicking before the red eyes enveloped his sight, and darkness swallowed him.

How did I not notice this before?

So... I was watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban for like the 100th time and saw something during the scene of the Fat Lady trying to sing. Look at the portraits.

In particular this one.

Now tell me, does that look like Lord Voldemort or what?

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"my snake."

Tom Riddle's Patronus takes a form of a baby orca. I don't have any evidence - just feelings.

Ok but...

Bellatrix Lestrange is so adorable in that insane murderess kinda way

i wanna write a tom riddle story so bad, but i know that i won’t ever finish my jason fic if i do, or maybe i will, who knows

Why Harry didn’t die in the forbidden forest:

So since Harry was the master of the elder wand, resurrection stone AND invisibility cloak, is that the real reason why he cheated death in the forest? As he was the master of death/ the deathly hallows he was able to survive? I could be totally wrong but this could be just another small reason as well as the main one that we all know?

Any thoughts? Has this already been said?

I’m a slytherin guy

Now I want to tell you something about my Hogwarts House - Slytherin.

 As is well known, Slytherin represents ambition, pride and cunning.

Again and again when I make the test on pottermore and many others, it came out that I'm a Slytherin. My big brother said it suits me very well because I'm very cunning and smart. But I don’t know what to say much about that. ;D But what I can say is that I'm really ambitious. For example in my studies. I have a lot to study and to read a lot of books, although I can't really call that "struggling through the books" because I actually love reading books. Sometimes it's just very exhausting, but I'm interested in what I'm doing. And that gives me strength and, above all, ambition to learn the material I have to learn. xD

But even in everyday life I often prove to myself that I am ambitious, because I often discover things for myself, these become my hobby and I am ambitious to create something for it. Like teaching myself healing herbalism, you know - herbs and mushrooms and stuff.. ;D But even though I'm writing a book, I'm still ambitious to finish it. I also showed a lot of emotional ambition, especially when I was a teenager. Ambition just gives you so much power. More power than you think you have at first. I keep noticing that in myself.

Anyway, I'm very happy and proud to be part of the Slytherins. I like all aspects of Slytherins. Good or bad, I love Slytherins. In the end, it's just an incredibly great and magical story. If I were at Hogwarts

I would be extremely and especially interested in Potions at Professor Snape because I just find potions so magical and mystical. But I would also read a lot about dark arts, magic - stuff like that, oh- AND about Quiddich. Not necessarily because I'd belong to the dark side, although that wouldn't be...let's say- not impossible. xD

Well, at least I would be very interested in mystical, udiscovered, secret and hidden magic, especially in potions. In my free time at Hogwarts, instead of brewing potions and reading books, I would love to play Quiddich. Preferably as a chaser or a seeker. My pet would definitely be my cutie but sometimes evil black cat. <3 My Patronus (I also found that out in the Pottermore test) is a ferret. I think it's great! And most of all I would love to be able to speak Parseltongue and own a snake!! I love snakes!

What about you?

Have a magical day! Ellie ;3

The Origin of a Name

So we all know that Tom's nickname name translates to "flight of death" in French.

Which is ironic because he fancied himself immortal, having made his Horcruxes. And it was a nickname he received/made not long after Hogwarts, i.e. not long after he made his first Horcrux and believed himself immortal (He just didn't use it openly until a decade later).

So little Tom was doodling with his name, trying to make something that was in no way reminding of his Muggle heritage, and also remembering the French he glanced at when he learned that it was sort of a "pure-blood" language tradition.

And little Tom, believing himself to be newly immortal, stumbles upon an anagram , a smush of vol-de-mort that means death flies. He sees it as fate, that death flies from him because he is just that powerful as a student.

And he needs to be seen as noble, that he is descended from pure blood, that as a descendant of Slytherin he is the true lord of darkness.

And thus, the name Lord Voldemort was born.

For my slytherin peers ✨💚

House Biases

Ok so we are all clearly never going to be over the fact that Dumbledore is hella biased towards Gryffindor/Potter and how Snape was incredibly biased towards  Slytherins. Nobody has talked about how the Hogwarts students are biased, I mean in the books where Harry hasn’t fucked shit up and got to see the sorting these little ELEVEN year olds would get booed for being Slytherins. How do you think those muggle-born Slytherins (we all know they exist) felt, the might not’ve even known who Voldemort is, they just knew they got into the house of ambition. Those eleven year olds would’ve been confused and hurt. Then they continue to be shunned by a majority of the school and some of the teachers, when there were quidditch matches between Gryffindor and Slytherin it was unsafe for either house to walk around alone. Yes, I’ll admit there have been terrible Slytherins like Voldemort, but I fear the people who stab me in the back more than I fear those who admit they’re evil. Voldemort was evil he never tried to tell others he wasn’t, Dumbledore on the other hand kept all his cards to himself, he manipulated people and was hella secretive. What about Peter Pettigrew? The Harry Potter characters focused on the evil Slytherins, MERLIN WAS A SLYTHERIN FOR FUCKS SAKE! The greatest wizard of all time was a SLYTHERIN! 

Thank you for attending my ted talk. 

james found out about peter being the traitor, and he’s discussing it with the rest of the marauders.

james: i cant fucking believe it, petey? betraying us? after everything we’ve been through together? after all this time?

sirius: *standing up and reciting poetically* do not mourn the treachery of time, brother, for dogs have always danced on the corpses of lions. however, do not believe that their dance makes them above their masters, lions will always be lions and dogs will always be dogs.

remus: sirius, you’re a- you’re a dog.

AU where Dumbledore is all like: I should have known Tom was evil. His mother date raped his father and that was how he was born. He doesn't understand love and never will.

NOPE! He's just an autistic child who grew up in an abusive environment during the Depression and World War II and developed an antisocial personality disorder as a result!

Dumbledore: You shouldn't steal. Stealing is bad.

Little Tom: But why?

Dumbledore: Stealing is wrong.

Little Tom, frustrated: But why???

Orion, trying to explain how a spell works: You just have to feel it.

Tom, deadpan: I beg your finest pardon?

Dumbledore: How well can you empathize, Tom?

Tom, who mentally cannot put himself "in other people's shoes": That's a made up word.

Dumbledore: Tom seems too good at masking his true nature around others. I am the only one who sees him for what he is.

Tom, almost vibrating with overstimulation: If someone gets into my personal space without permission again, I will stab them in the eye.

Voldemort: Step aside, silly girl.

Lily Potter: Please, not Harry!

Voldemort, who had a plan:...

Voldemort, internally: Crap. Now what am I supposed to do?

Something I think about every single day, hour,minute,second!!!! YOUR HONOR I BELIEVE MR.POTTER ATEEEEE!!

I mean fuck I like snakes I like the dark I like being evil like death eaters the death mark

Things that make no sense #364: Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort pairings. I don’t know who came up with it but whoever you are, I want you to know it's bollocks.

Welcome in the row of Tom Riddle simps 🤤 Make yourself comfortable, @stein0806, you're not going to leave. Ever. 😏❤️‍🔥

I blame @noxxytocin for this piece.... kidding!! My gratitude to him for going such lengths to lift up my spirits <3

What's with me and Gaunts...??? Gawd....

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐣 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 part 1

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭- 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝... 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞? 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜) / 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 <𝟑

𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 charlotte loved more than anything it was brilliant adventure and mystery and that is what charlotte carter, a sixth-year gryffindor student was up to right now. during potions class earlier in the day, she had heard her close friend theodore nott talking with some of his slytherin peers about meeting up in the forbidden forest after curfew that night, and when he hadn't said anything about it to her, she became curious. obviously, charlotte knew about theodore and his family, his father was one of lord voldemort's most valued followers, and when she got to know the boy it made her realise that he had grown up to be nothing like his father- or so she thought. after her dear friend cedric diggory had been killed she had theodore had befriended one another during their defense against the dark arts class, as they sat next to one another for the majority of the term.

charlotte looked around her dormitory to see that the other four girls were fast asleep, the girl was still dressed in her school uniform from the day and had pretended to go straight to be as soon as they all reached the dormitory after the evening feast that night. quickly, but silently she picked up her wand and the marauders map that she had been able to pinch off of harry during their history of magic class, the dulcet tones of professor binns had the teenage boy almost asleep in the chair next to her- she hated stealing and lying to her friends, but if she had gotten hermione, ron, harry or even her dear friend andromeda involved, she knew that she would have a much harder time finding out what and where theodore were going.

a hiss left her mouth when the timber flooring beneath her feet creaked, thank-merlin that none of the other girls had awoken from her movements. although she knew that she would be back with her friends in no time, she looked over them as if it was the last time she would be seeing them. in the world that they all lived in today, you never knew what could happen or who was lurking around a showed corner.

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 able to get past both professor snape and professor mcgonagall on her way out of the castle, she yelled at herself in her mind for not also taking harry's invisibility cloak as well- the disillusionment charm almost giving her presence away to the ghosts that were doing their rounds of the castle during the night time.

the entire time she had made her way out of the castle it felt like she did not breathe more than once, she exhaled with exaggeration once she had made it outside into the autumn air. She used the wand in her hand to exit from the disillusionment charm she had used to mask her body, pulling the marauders map out from her back pocket and looking for either theodore nott or unfortunately draco malfoy.

the girl was about to give up and call it a night but then a name caught her eye. the name of lucius malfoy appeared on the map, now she knew she needed to be there. she needed to hear and see what on earth the death eaters were doing on hogwarts grounds.

it was more than likely stupid for charlotte to be doing this, a muggle-born witch entering a dark and scary forest with a bunch of pure-blood, blood-status raging wizards. she was going to be safe as soon as she made here foot off of the brick of the castle she adored so much.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 where the map had shown theodore and the rest to be, keeping herself hidden with the disillusionment charm once more. she had found herself hidden behind the stump of an old oak tree. she could clearly see mr. malfoy and the rest of the dark lords' most loyal followers, most of whom had students at hogwarts.

from where charlotte was crouching down she could see theodore perfectly, he looked like he was in distress. which was not normal for the boy. he always had a smirk plastered onto his face at all times, and this was when she watched him pull up the sleeve of his black cloak. a dark mark had been branded onto his arm, this was it he had joined his father within voldemort's ranks. yet again she had lost someone close to her because of the dark lord. she could feel warm tears run down her face as she continued to look at theodore, his face tried to hide the pain he was in. he didn't want to do this, he wasn't like his father or the cronies that followed around draco malfoy. her body had been engulfed with so much stress that she had lost concentration on the charm that had been protecting her from the death eaters in front of her. this meant that the guards who were on watch spotted her, she had't noticed the man come up behind her and pick her up off of the ground, making her drop both her wand and the map.

"let go of me you git!" Her voice could be heard, theodore and the rest of the death eaters looked up in the direction from where charlotte's voice could be heard. "let go of me!" "well isn't this just delicious?" mr. malfoy could be heard, theodore's eyes were stuck on charlotte's body as fenrir greyback carried her to where he was. "isn't this one of your classmates?" mr. malfoy looked at his son. draco only laughed before answering his father. "i have nothing to do with this, mudblood." when the word left this son's mouth, mr. malfoy knew who it was that fenrir greyback had brought to them.

"oh." mr. malfoy looked at his son with a devious smile. he watched as charlotte was thrown onto the ground below, landing right in front of theodore. he did not know how to react, he wanted to scream to allow charlotte to find out what he had done. when he had done this all for her. "whatever shall we do with her?" mr. malfoy looked at the older men of the group, and they all laughed at mr. malfoy's words. "i do believe his lordship has been looking forward to meeting this one." mr. malfoy crouched down to her level, both sets of blue pupils meeting. "you created quite a stir at the end of last year didn't you?" he reached his hand out to grab a hold of her chin, charlotte moved her face so that he could not touch her. "look at me when i talk to you girl!" all charlotte did was turn her face back to look at mr. malfoy, taking a moment before spitting right in his face. she had nothing nice to say to the man. after all, he was the one who made her an orphan. "you insolent mudblood!" mr. malfoy got to his feet, wiping the wetness from his face and taking his wand out from the cane he held so closely to him. "i am going to make you suffer, just as i made your hideous and dirty parents did."

she gave theodore a pleading look, but they both knew that he could do nothing, or he would risk getting himself or even both of them killed if he tried anything. "crucio!" the curse left mr. malfoy's wand, the red-headed gryffindor was now on the ground, groans and belts of pain flew from her mouth as the red sparks that came from mr. malfoy's wand wrapped around her body. "crucio!" mr. malfoy allowed the spell one last time to hit the girl. this would have to be one of the worst things she had ever experienced in her life, and she had broken almost every major bone in her body. "theodore, theodore! help me!" she could not help but call out for her friend, mr. malfoy and mr. nott looked at the teenage boy, his eyes were still fixated on the girl on the ground. her body still shaking from the pain that mr. malfoy had caused her. "tell me you're not friends with this... with this impure half-breed!" mr. nott's voice could now be heard as he stormed over to his own son. theodore did not know what to do or how to answer, that was when he looked at fenrir greyback, who had a hold of both charlotte's wand and the map she had used to find him.

"i have no idea who this is." theodore lied, the look that was now on her face made theodore want to break. "well, why then does she know your name? how did she find where we were?" nott senior questions his son once more. "i have no idea- expelliarmus! charlotte run!" theodore threw both her wand and the map back to charlotte, she barely had enough time to catch the items and make a run for her life.

charlotte ran through the trees back to the castle, making sure to hide as much as she could. "potter ain't here to save you!" draco's voice could be heard, he was trying to taunt her and it was not going to work, not this time. "go to hell malfoy!" she looked back briefly as the spell bombarda flew from the end of her wand, bringing up soil and rocks to fly up into his face. "you're going to pay for that you filthy mudblood!" draco chased after her, with theodore running after draco. to make sure that he wouldn't hurt charlotte. she had her body plastered to the side of the tree, the only source of light was from the full moon above them in the sky, the thoughts and memories of her summer with remus running through her mind. this could be it, this could be the night she died.

when charlotte thought it was okay for her to move she did so, taking a few steps before another spell had hit her body. "diffindo!" this made charlotte stop in her tracks, looking down at her body, she could not see the damage but she knew it had been done. "run charlotte! go!"

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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 it back to the castle, not even caring who saw her at this point, she needed to get to dumbledore and tell him what had happened in the forest. she pushed the main doors open and walked through to where the central hall was, slowly but surely making her way back to the gryffindor common room.

"dilligrout." she spoke the word to the portrait of the fat lady in front of her, she nodded and opened up the portrait allowing the girl to walk through- she would be the one to notify dumbledore about her condition. as she entered the gryffindor common room charlotte was quick to take off the blood-soaked robes she had on. making her stagger slightly. "hello?" she looked up and saw someone coming down the stairs from the dormitories. "harry? is that you?" she called out weakly, but her demise it was snot harry who walked down it had been her ex, free weasley. "lottie!" free basically jumped down the last set of steps and rushed to her side "what on earth happened?" as he reached her he could see the red seeping through her white button-down shirt. "Oh my god, we need to get you to the hospital wing now." "fred, what is going on?" he looked up and saw harry now standing there. "harry." the word left her mouth and she fell back into fred's arms, passing out as she did so.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 charlotte still hadn't woken up from the slumber she had fallen into, the curse that draco had thrown at her had cut her stomach that deep that even madam pomfrey needed to call in another set of hands from st. mungo's hospital. everyone was worried about her.

harry hadn't left her side, the two might as well be together at this point. they had been staggering over one another since their third year. and everyone was just becoming annoyed at the fact that they were not officially together

he had been a mess, harry never wanted to see her in that state ever again.

"come on lottie, we need you," harry said as he sat there next to her. madam pomfrey had been able to give her a calm agent for the time that she had been out and asleep.

"hermione is starting to drive us all crazy, i do not think she has left the library once since you have been out of it. but i think fred and andromeda have taken it the worst. i miss you." a sigh left the boys mouth as he looked at her, he was just hoping for a twitch in her face, or a smile. "i miss your laugh, and honestly just miss having you around, lottie." a sigh left his mouth when he did not have a response from her, he squeezed her hand one more time before picking up his bag and began to leave her for the day so he could get to his first class of the day. "damn potter, didn't know you were such a softy." the words left her mouth, he had never moved as quickly as he did. the small distance was closed by harry as he hugged her, a huff left her mouth a long with a tiny giggle. "can't... breathe... need... air." her voice staggered, harry let go of her. their faces being inches a part, this always seemed to be how they would end up, faces merely apart but nothing ever came from it. and it was starting to drive her crazy.

"what can i say, i like have you around." harry spoke, pushing up his glasses further as he did so. "you going to kiss me or what, potter?" her words were confident. "what?" he moved further away from her slightly, god he was so clueless for when it came to girls. especially charlotte. "i almost died, harry. i think it' the least i deserve." and there it was, the magic word 'harry.' she rarely called him harry, no one knew why, not even charlotte. she just like calling him by his last name. so when she used his first name, he knew that she was serious. "are you sure?" harry questioned her, she rolled her eyes. "we have been stumbling around one another since we were thirteen, i think it's about time we put all of those awkward teenage feelings and just bite the bullet. harry when i was out there the only person i thought of was you. you're it for-" he did not need to hear the rest of what she had to say, both of his calloused hands cupped her hands delicalty, not wanting to harm her in any form. and after many, many yearsharry could now say that he was kissing the love of his life. the fact that it had taken her to almost being killed for him to realise that this is how he felt made him feel like an idiot.

"also next time, just ask for the map. you knew i would've said you."

Не смогла удержаться и не нарисовать своих детских (и не очень) крашей, ласково именуемыми моною змеелохами. Почти все они имели какие-то свои цели, но “не получилось, не фортануло” и все их старания пошли крахом. Правда это не уменьшило мою симпатию к этим чешуйчатым гадам. Надеюсь, что я не одинока в своих симпатиях к данным персонажам.

🖤 ₊˚⊹ — eldest daughter of the malfoy family (2) #DISCONTINUED

parring ➵ draco malfoy x sibling f!reader

summary ➵ the beginning of the end, the initiation ceremony.

age of parring ➵ 16 - 18

warnings ➵ angst, mention of pain inflicting, broken families, flashbacks.

extra ➵ thanks to @cafekitsune for banners, extremely special thanks to @helendeath for supporting this story! mind you this chapter is long, you are responsible for your consumption. first chapter here.

before you knew it, the following school year was rapidly approaching. apparently it was the perfect time for him to conceive the dark mark.

for whatever reason for father, lucius, thought it was best for your younger brother to receive the dark mark. not thinking about the mental toll it will bring him.

the next moment, you were in draco’s room helping him get dressed and ready out the door. you weee buttoning his blazer and you then ran you hand though his hair, keeping it down. you then sigh.

❝ are you ready? ❞ you asked in a soft spoken voice, genuinely curious about his wellbeing.

❝ i-i guess, still unaware how the process will go. ❞

you then sat on his bed, patting his silk sheets to a spot next to you. he took the hint and approached you and took a seat.

❝ well whatever you feel uncomfortable, just reach out to me okay? ❞

he replied in a hum, he cleared his throat forgetting how observant his older sister was. like the both of you were in a in a pact and however he felt it will affect how you acted.

❝ how did you, yknow deal with the aftermath of embedding of the mark? ❞ draco asked hesitantly, wondering how you would answer his question.

you then stared off into space, all of the sudden the ceiling captivated your attention as you vividly remembered how it went down.

it happened in a different circumstance, but that you couldn’t remember why and when it happened. you wanted to spare yourself from revealing to much or it would most definitely get your brother more anxious then he already was.

you were also sixteen years old when your left forearm was tainted with the mark. the bubbling of a cauldron filling your mind also being the center of attention, plus witnesses taking your branding as amusing.

the pain was excruciating. it felt as if you were being held in the one of three unforgivable curses, the cruciatus curse.

the noises of your soft cries and the hot tears streaming down your cheeks fillings your memory as the dark lord announced your current loyalty to him to the rest of the death eaters.

the glittering green skull with a snake protruding from its mouth was now visible, you rubbed and pinched your skin as you were trying to rub fast drying ink off your skin.

how much you needed to see your baby brother in that very moment.

the final vision you saw was back at the manor, you were embraced by your father and you choked back sobs as he caressed your head. trying to comfort his eldest daughter, narcissa with tears welling in her eyes wiped tears away from your eyes.

draco was only fourteen when this all went down, of course he want present due to his young age. he wasn’t aware until much later that you had the mark.

how much you pushed him away from you, afraid of how would then perceive you. how much he wanted to be there for his big sister but it hurt him how painfully obvious you wanted nothing to do with him until these uncontrollable feelings subsided.

as you told him everything he wanted to hear, you noticed how much facial changes he made. slowly and slowly worsening his mood as he took in how he sister handled that all on your own.

not even able to take a full breath in and out, you embraced him as tightly as you physically could. sniffing being heard as mumbled, because you laid your face into his neck.

❝ i-i just want you to know i will be always be here for you, im so worried for you draco! ❞

draco eyebrows furrowed, responding in a hug back is his breathing struggled hearing you be in undeniable pain hurtes him because what you faced will happen to him next.

just without emotional support from him, which filled him with guilt although it was never his fault. he was just to young and still naive.

❝ i hate for you to go through this alone and just knowing i can be present makes me so relieved you have absolutely no idea! ❞ you hiccuped, whimpering.

you let yourself from a hug you know he needed. both of hands grabbing his face and making eye contact with him. his eyebrows furrowed, in a frown as he desperately tried to blink his tears away.

your fresh manicured fingers in a gentle manner rubbed his eyelids, you then kissed his temple as you always did. it was evident that it worked.

you pressed your forehead together looking at each other in a platonically loving way. reminding you of back when the both of you were kids.

the malfoy family, besides lucius, were now present in knockturn alley. where draco’s death eater initiation ceremony will take place.

as evident as it was, knockturn ally wasn’t the same as before. previously full of life, color, & and people of every blood status, it was now dark, gloomy, and isolated. reminding you of malfoy manor in a way.

how you wished to be home at this very moment, knowing you needed to prepare for the worst.

dressed formally, hair laid down held up in a ribbon. you made sure that your robes covered the dark mark. people were still around and you needed to have social awareness.

you and draco, in a quick pace, followed narcissa. stealing rapid glances around it seemed to be clear, you continued followed your mother and swiftly grabbed draco’s hand as the closer you got to the location he almost stayed put.

as if he even had a choice. it pierced you but it was the truth no matter what. little did the both of you know, harry potter, hermione granger, and ron weasley were watching you from a distance.

❝ harry, is it me or do draco, his elder sister, and mummy look like three people who don’t wanna be followed? ❞ ron asked as he observed with harry, which led with hermione whipping her head around.

then there you guys were, as mentioned previously, narcissa entering into a alleyway. and the sight of you and draco holding hands and following right away.

the golden trip exited, staying in a logical gap between the malfoy’s. awaiting for what revelation was about to arise.

the long alleyway lead to a staircase leading down, letting go of draco’s hand and lifting your dress just a few inches of the ground to prevent any tripping.

the next turn lead to the site of where the initiation would take place. borgin and burkes. you and narcissa entered simultaneously while draco stayed out, he makes eye contact with you as you held the door open for him. the ceremony would begin shortly.

the both of you were being lead to another room where the vanishing cabinet was stored. as that was happening, the trio went onto the roof as quietly and sneakily as the possibly could.

harry then observed through a window how close you and draco were than he initially imagined. the noticed the small detail of the matching stacking ring on the same finger. he thought it was a soft touch but let those thoughts subside.

you and draco ran your hands over every corner and crevice of the vanishing cabinet and exchanged in small talk in form whispers before narcissa and distracted draco by planting a kiss on her only son’s cheek, while you looked at other items the antiquarian held.

then the reason why you were held up here commenced.

a group of voldemort-sympathisers, including bellatrix lestrange and fenrir greyback encircled an old cauldron containing a bright green potion and, in the centre of the circle stood draco.

as draco extended his left arm, the potion in the cauldron exploded with light and, quickly, the group dispersed.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧