First of all thank you all for 4k followers im quiet literally blown away. Since I’ve been so inactive im actually closer to 4.2k at this point but I thought I’d just celebrate the bigger milestone lol.
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As celebration im going to be asking you guys to send me prompts for drabbles ill write. This is partially to get me writting again so my apologies if the first few are shit.
HOMIE I THOUGHT YOUR BDAY WAS 5/11 SO I PLANNED THIS WHOLE THING BUT WAS IT 5/10???? I AM FUCKING LATE??? SRY IF SO PLZ ACCEPT ALL OF MY PLANNED LOVE BELOW.
Thank you for everything you do for this fandom–from being part welcoming committee, part LCD Queen, part artist, part writer… It wouldn’t be the same here without you.
As a token of my gratitude, I wrote you a little something to accompany your gorgeous piece, The Ghost of Innocence.
The Ghost of Innocence
Harry/Gen | Rate G | No warnings | 315 words
Everyone knows the Patronus charm is an extension of one’s soul, a magical representation of our hidden depths. Everyone knows that in true love, the Patronus changes to match or complement one’s beloved. But a little-known fact about the charm is that it matures with its caster.
It’s a relatively unknown fact because up until the Second Wizarding War, no child knew the charm. It wasn’t even a requirement in the Hogwarts curriculum since only Aurors would ever be in need of it. It’s a charm meant for adults, to protect against unspeakable evil.
But during a dark time, one child was forced to learn. Through his extraordinary perseverance and the love that saved him, he was able to produce a corporeal Patronus. A stag like his dad’s he’d said, his voice filled with pride. No one had dared to say otherwise, silently agreeing that the boy deserved this one sweet thing in this cruel world about to break into war. But a stag it was not, it was a fawn that trotted along excitedly in its too-thin legs.
It was beautiful–powerful in its enthusiasm and a worthy protector of the boy that summoned him. For a year the fawn hopped playfully through the halls of Hogwarts, bringing joy to any who saw it skipping about. Until the day the boy saw Death and recognized him, an old and unforgiving friend. With a wink and a tug on his friend’s hand, Death changed the boy.
The next time he cast a Patronus, it was a true stag–just like his father’s. Imposing and majestic, he guarded many in the years of war that followed. The boy would never know it, but everyone around him grieved the loss of the fawn. Another casualty of war, one of the many the boy would experience. Relegated to live in their memories–a ghost of his innocence, gone far too soon.
you’re right on time!!!! it’s May 11 oh my gosh my heart!! thank you!! your words are perfect! you captured everything i tried to express so well! amazing!! thank you!!!
found by @aridelion with the request to make it Drarry ;)
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You know, 19 years post Battle of Hogwarts, Draco is ruling the Hogwarts library with an iron fist. And he can’t believe his unfortune when Headmistress McGonnagall announces one morning at the headtable that one Harry James Potter is going to join the Hogwarts staff very soon.
This is Draco’s chance!
So many books went missing from the restricted section during their time as students at Hogwarts according to the library records. And while Draco is sure that ultimately Hermione Granger was the one responsible for the research and the selection of books, he can’t very well get into a tug of war with the current Minister of Magic over missing library books!
There’s a fresh bite to the night air as you lie side by side with Sirius, the ground by the black lake damp on your back. It’s late in the night, the rest of the castle asleep behind you, the normally bustling grounds peacefully silent. You turn your head to look at Sirius, your hand brushing over his lightly. He has a far off look on his face, an almost impossible serenity about him that you’ve never seen in all the years you’d been friends.
“What are you thinking about?” You whisper, despite knowing there’s only the two of you there, it feels wrong somehow to break the silence.
Sirius smiles softly and turns to look back at you, some of his curls toppling down over his forehead. He threads his fingers through yours and squeezes gently. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it you know.” “Do what?” “Sneak out of the castle with me,” He chuckles. “You’re such a rebely/n.” You roll your eyes with a huff, your cheeks feeling warm. You’re at least glad that it’s dark out here and Sirius can’t see you blush. The truth was, you’d been crushing hard; so when he’d suggested the late night adventure you’d jumped at the chance.
“There’s more to me then what you think Black.” Sirius pushes up on his elbow, looking down at you, hovering slightly over you. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as you squirm under his gaze, your belly doing a funny little flip as he leans down and brushes some hair out of your face.
“I’m looking forward to finding everything out about you y/l/n.”
Before you can question what he means his lips are touching yours lightly, barely there but enough that your heart hammers chaotically inside of your chest. Tentatively you reach up and brace your hand on his chest, parting your lips and deepening the kiss. When he pulls away you take a deep breath, missing the feeling of his lips immediately.
If this was how it was going to be, maybe you’d sneak out to look at the stars with him more often…
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Late night detention with Sirius after he gets you in trouble…
You scrub angrily at the inside of the cauldron, muttering bitterly under you breath. You couldn’t believe that you got stuck down in the potions classroom with Sirius Black of all people, scrubbing out old potions as detention. It was all his fault of course, he was nothing more then a pompous, big headed, immature child and -
“Hey, do you mind mumbling a bit quieter over there? I’m trying to concentrate.”
You look up to where Sirius is rocking backwards on one of the stools, his eyes were closed and it looked as though he hasn’t touched any of the cauldrons in his pile. Anger simmered away under the surface of your skin and you found it hard to resist throwing something at him.
“Are you actually going to do anything tonight?”
“I could,” Sirius shrugged, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “But not doing anything is making you even more upset princess and that’s all the satisfaction I need.”
This time you did throw something at him, the hard thud as he landed on the floor absolutely worth the last hour you’d spent in detention. Sirius gets back to his feet, cheeks red as he stalks over to where you’re still kneeling on the floor. He leans over you, curls dropping down across his face, a sneer contorting his otherwise soft features.
“You’re going to pay for that princess.”
Not at all wanting to back down under his hard stare you push yourself up higher, until the two of you are face to face, your noses almost bumping.
Harry walks into the kitchen of Grimmauld place with a photo clutched in his hands, his eyebrows knit together as he moves over to where Sirius is sitting at the table. By chance Sirius had come across some of James’ things, tucked away and forgotten about in the back of a closet; he’d given them all to Harry, hoping that his godson would find something in the mix of things to help him feel closer to his father.
“Hey,” Sirius looks up as Harry starts to speak. “Who’s this in the photo with you?”
Sirius takes the photo from Harry, looking down to see a much younger, happier version of himself, arm slung around your shoulders, the both of you laughing. He remembers the day pretty clearly, remembers Remus snapping the photo of the two of you without you knowing, but he can’t remember what the two of you were laughing so hard at, it sends a sharp twinge through the pit of his belly.
The two of you had dated through the later years of Hogwarts, moving into a rundown London apartment the day after you finished school. Sirius had thought about you a lot over the years, especially when he was locked up. He thought about everything that had happened through that first war, the loss and the ugliness and how you’d always stayed a ray of light in his life, no matter how grim things were.
Sirius’ eye glaze over has he hurriedly tries to blink away the tears before Harry notices them. There’s a barely there smile on his lips as he traces his finger delicately over the photo, all the small details in your face that his memory hadn’t done justice.
“That’s y/n,” He whispers, a deep ache in his chest. “She died a long time ago.”
“… we were thinking Jun– Come on, Nott!” Draco whined, effectively pulling Theo from memories of having Harry splayed on the kitchen table for breakfast this morning. “You were an alright bloke, and then you met Potter. Stop daydreaming and help me…”
“Weren’t you just mooning over Ganger and your wedding?” Theo replied and watched Draco down his beer.
“That’s different…” Draco mumbled, flagging the barkeep for another round.
“Sure…” Theo placed the cigarette back between his lips, trying to rid his mind from the soft noises of pleasure Harry made and tried to focus on what Draco was saying instead.
