#hp fanfic
![[[previously: one, two]] Newly crafted headband? Check. Kajol and rouge? Check. Skinshade? Check. Tr](https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e0f00aa5d27ee3eadb86a092ae071a2/tumblr_n0numaIt1R1qgdlmfo1_1280.jpg "[[previously: one, two]] Newly crafted headband? Check. Kajol and rouge? Check. Skinshade? Check. Tr")
Newly crafted headband? Check.
Kajol and rouge? Check.
Skinshade? Check.
Trixie dabbed on a splash of her lucky scent, a mix of vertiver and mint with thin slices of dirigible plum. It had become especially popular in these summer months for its cooling properties and she spent quite a bit of time brewing up bottles for her growing clientele, most of whom she met or would meet tonight.
Though for their bottles she left out the dirigible plum: that was her own little secret.
She placed a couple of those bottles in her bag, along with assorted sample bottles of some experimental mixes and a few other headbands, popped on a pair of red satin bar shoes, did one last mirror check, and made her way to Gatsby’s.
***
Fern had been exaggerating somewhat about her connections to this semi-regular extravaganza. She didn’t know Jay Gatsby - though to be fair, hardly anyone at the party knew him. Some people claimed to know him, but mostly he was myth and legend, perhaps apocryphal, extant only in the oohs and ahhs of the admiring.
She did have a cousin in New York, Ladon Greengrass, and that cousin really did know how to bring people together. Having moved to New York soon after graduating from Hogwarts to visit Gatsby (an old friend, he claims, though Trixie never figured out if that was true), he became the American point of contact for the British wizarding travellers who, like him and his cousin Fern, were piqued by rumours of a weird and possibly dangerous land where thrill-seekers flouted prohibitions and statutes, where magic flowed as freely as prescriptions for firewhiskey, where the exotic were prized and revered.
It was this love for the exotic, as fleeting and fickle as it could be, that earned Trixie’s keep in New York. The fabled Orient had also captured the dreams of the denizens here and Trixie’s fashion and perfumery were much sought after by those that wanted to be especially hip to the Hindoo jive. Her chachas and fupis could barely keep up with the jamdani orders that Trixie transformed into flapper dresses that made their wearers float as light as the fabric flitting on their skin, made to glow by saffron-gold-laced potions adapted from recipes shared by a friend of her grand-mère’s, the resident mambo of her Brooklyn enclave who adopted her as one of her own.
Family.
The mambo was not at the party tonight, nor were the weavers of the jamdani. The rest of Trixie’s family weren’t here either. Not her blood family - they were either long gone or far away, and she was an only child - but her rag-tag chosen family, Fern and Ailene and Florence and Walter, forged far south, almost a lifetime and another world away.
She did try to invite Walter up here, but he kept blowing her off, telling her that he had some ‘business to do first’. Last she heard from Florence she was planning to move to Virginia to pursue further study, but nothing since. And Ailene, sweet powerful secretly-magical Ailene who’d given her the final boost to her move out here - Trixie couldn’t get a hold of her. Walter had said that Ailene was 'in a spot of trouble, but she’ll be OK I think’ - and then nothing.
Trixie tried to not freak herself out, blame herself for something she doesn’t even know has happened. Maybe she’s just busy. Quiet. Nothing’s wrong. Surely
As for Fern? Fuck Fern. Fern had, just one day and out of nowhere, left. Moved her wanderlust on, perhaps, to some other actual exotic part of the world. Maybe somewhere closer to where the jamdani or the saffron-gold had come from. Trixie didn’t know: the only warning she got was when she bumped into Ladon one evening and he made an offhand comment about seeing Fern the day before she left, expecting Trixie to have known about her departure. Fern didn’t even bother to say goodbye, leave any way to get in touch. As if Trixie didn’t matter worth a damn.
Trixie wished she could forget Fern the way Fern had forgot her. She drowned herself in the parties, the perfumery and couture, the liquor-spiked candies and never-spiced-enough roasts - anything to keep her mind away from the fact that Fern had left her hanging.
She still cared.. Cared, even if they’ll never meet again. Parties and potions do not stifle a caring heart, no matter how much she tried.
But anyway. Enough reminiscing. Trixie has work to do.
***
The swarms around Trixie made it hard for her to even get a sip of her lavender champagne, but that wasn’t too much of a problem.
Her new headband had a panel that changed colours according to the current fancies of the wearer. She observed the colours of the people trying on her samples: lots of metallics and golds and silvers - not surprising given the moneyed crowd that tended to frequent Gatsby’s parties. Splashes of reds and pinks, the passionate and lascivious ones, joining the perpetually smiling yellows and oranges in chatting up other headband-wearers and making connections. The occasional purples and jewel tones, many whom Trixie recognised as being similarly gifted in magic as she was, others who spoke of poetry and spirit and learning. The rare rainbows and colour-shifters, ones who loved all the world had to offer, never content with just one path, a constant explorer.
Walter? Strong silver. Florence? A light yellow, or pale orange. Ailene would be a deep amethyst or ruby. Fern, fucking Fern, she would have definitely been a rainbow.
Trixie’s headband shifted colours, currently floating the same shade as her drink. She was collecting names and numbers for preorders - a cool couple of hundreds dollars’s worth, not a bad haul for one night - when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
“Ladon. Oh. Hey.”
“Greetings, dear Trixie. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
Trixie had not really spoken to Ladon since hearing the news of Fern’s depature, asdes from the occasional pleasantries when crossing paths at Gatsby’s. She could have asked Ladon more about Fern, where she’d gone and how she’s been, but it’s hard enough to get someone who chat for longer than a few minutes at these parties, let alone the rest of New York. Besides, if Ladon wanted to talk to her he could have made more of an effort to do so.
Trixie took down the last name, closed her notebook, and turned to face Ladon and his companion: a striking, strapping figure, his face hardened with scars and stubble, sporting one of the headbands that Ladon had borrowed from another party-goer. Teal.
“Looks…interesting on you,” said Trixie, stifling a laugh. “You much of an outdoors person?”
The companion’s eyebrows perked with cautious curiosity. "In a sense, yes,“ replied the companion. "How could you tell?”
Trixie explained the magical science of the headband to him: how they were based on the divinatory art of scrying, the panels made out of squares of black mirror coated with a specially brewed solvent giving it its colour-changing properties. Her adoptive mambo had used scrying mirrors often in her witching work to get the lay-of-the-land of the situation at hand, and aura-reading had just caught on as the latest spiritualist craze. Trixie saw an opportunity to combine her skills and cash in - everyone wanted every part of themselves to be pretty and glitzy, why not the soul?
“Ah, the old magic - I haven’t seen this since I helped tracked the African jungle manticore over in Tanzania,” mused the companion. “Indeed, the colours in your ornament remind me of the streelers I occasionally ran into - though perhaps their changes in colour were less metaphysical, more physiological.”
Trixie wasn’t sure what to make of this strange man’s answer. He knew about magic - but that wasn’t necessarily so unusual in New York, even if many didn’t take it all that seriously. Yet he spoke of this magic as though it was a foreign, ancient, long-dead relic, the domain of the yet-to-be-civilized. Something to be studied by the ones more educated.
And what was all this about manticores and streelers?
Ladon stepped in: “I should introduce you two. Trixie, this is Newt Scamander, an old friend visiting from England, he’s a magizoologist. Newt, this is Trixie Shafiq, she’s a close friend of my cousin Fern, you may have been at Hogwarts at the same time. She’s an artisan, mostly with clothing and perfumery and accessories…like that headband you’re fiddling with.”
Hogwarts. That fancy British magic school Fern talked about. So he too was magical.
“Hello Newt, fancy meeting you,” said Trixie. “What’s a magizoologist do?”
“I study animals - magical ones.”
“Ah, explains your manticore business. Fitting name, by the by, Newt. Mind if I call you Figsy?”
“Figsy?”
“Y'know, like Fig Newtons. Damn good treats. You ever had one?”
“Can’t say I have.”
“Let me see if I can get some for you,” said Ladon, waving down a waiter. Soon after the waiter returned with a tray of thick rectangular cookies; as Newt bit into one the cookie crust crumbled, revealing a tart dark paste.
“Hm, not bad,” said Newt after finishing the cookie. Trixie smiled and helped herself to a few off the tray.
“Good. Figsy it is, then.”
“While we’re on the topic of names - yours. Shafiq. Don’t think I’ve heard that before, though it seems a little familiar. But anyway. Very unusual. Exotic.”
Trixie had the very odd sensation of being examined, like one of Florence’s teenage science experiments.
“Fancy yourself a little Oriental, I take it?” continued Newt. “It’s such the rage, even in old Blighty town…”
Trixie winced. Yes, her 'exoticness’ is what allowed her to be successful, but for heaven’s sake, you don’t call people Oriental, that’s for rugs and knick-knacks.
“My name is mine,” said Trixie, biting her inner lip to stop her from yelling. “'Trixie’ was given to me by friends, but Shafiq was from my father - who was from the Subcontinent.”
Newt, oblivious to Trixie’s measured reaction, picked up another Fig Newton and tore off a bite to eat as he prattled on. “Ah, you’re Hindoo? You don’t look at all -”
Trixie yanked Newt’s wrist, the cookie collapsing on the shiny tiled floor. Her skin shifted shades the same way as her headbands, moving from near-alabaster to dark chocolate. Her face rounded a little, her eyebrows fuller, her eyes so wide open they startled Newt and Ladon with their intensity.
“Don’t tell me where you think I am from,” snarled Trixie, gaze locked on Newt. “Everybody does, and they are always wrong.”
Ladon was dumbstruck by Trixie’s attitude, but Newt didn’t seem to be particularly frazzled. Instead, he beamed, like a kid discovering a new toy.
“You’re a Metamorphmagus!”
Trixie’s grip returned and tightened on Newt’s wrist. “A whatnow? Figsy, are you calling me some sort of animal?”
Newt pulled his hands away from Trixie and shook his wrists out. “Oh no, no no no. They’re most definitely people, just a rare sort. Shapeshifters. They can change the way they look. Though the ones I know of tend to opt for less…subtle changes. Purple hair and duck faces, that sort of thing. Just a little fun, y'know.”
“I don’t know about fun, Figsy - I know about survival.” Trixie could have shapeshifted into dynamite based on mood alone. “My parents taught me this to make sure no one could hurt me for thinking I was an alien. Things weren’t so good for our kind. Still aren’t.”
“I don’t understand. Surely shapeshifting in public would get you even more persecution from the Muggles?”
Muggles? The word seemed familiar, and yet…
“He means people without magic, Trixie,” said Ladon. “You know, people not like us. Like the people who bought your headbands thinking it was just some silly fun.”
Trixie’s loud cackle held a hint of bitterness. “Honey. It’s not your so-called Muggles I have to worry about. You go to New Orleans - hell, you leave this party and go to the real New York, and you’ll see magic out in the open. Everyone knows and nobody cares. Where do you think this spiritualism jive all came from? No, you know who I’m more worried about? White folk.”
Trixie’s features shifted again, now more closely resembling one of the other flapper girls at this party - bright skin, cropped blonde hair, a dash of freckles. “My people are getting locked up for being the wrong color. My father’s people - they didn’t know whatwe are, White or Colored or Turkish or Malayan or Italian or what. One time the big lawmakers said we were White, which means we should be OK.”
“But then people realised, people like my father - we’re not exactly light-skinned. So we started getting in trouble.” Trixie’s features shifted back to the version that surprised Newt and Ladon: her usual, non-Magic-created self. “My mother’s people, they would never be OK. They were Colored, the bad kind of Colored. Means you could get hauled up just for existing sometimes. They used to call themselves Hindoo to try and protect themselves, but then the White folk started hating Hindoos and now we’re all in trouble.”
Trixie suddenly had a flash of Fern: she wasn’t exactly White either. But she was British, from a land where the magical ones lived apart from these Muggles. Do they treat their Colored folk the same way there? Was that why she disappeared? Walter, Ailene, Florence…? Is that why…?
“You could be arrested just for being not White?” said Newt in disbelief. “What a barbaric lot these Muggles are!”
“Oh don’t be too sure that it was all Muggle, Figsy boy. As I said, everyone knows about magic. Some of those White people causing trouble for us were also magical. Catch you in a corner, chant some words - boom! Off a tree you hang, upside down, don’t even need a rope.”
“Hang off…wait, how did you survive?"
"We use glamour. This Metamorph thing you said it was. Both my parents knew what to do. They taught me glamour magic, taught me how to transform just enough so that I could blend in just enough to get by. Or stick out a little if the place was right. Like here - being a little unusual helps my business. But not too unusual or else they think I’m one of the waitstaff - or worse, that I cheated my way in. Look around, boys - you see anyone darker than these cookies round here?”
Ladon and Newt saw mostly people that looked just like them: White, European, not likely to have their ethnicity questioned by the authorities. They wondered if some of them were like Trixie, shifting themselves to safety.
But what if you weren’t born a Metamorphmagus - well, as they know it, Metamorphmagi are bornnotmade - but Trixie seemed to imply that this 'glamour’ business could be taught - there didn’t seem to be that many magical Colored people that they knew - were they all -
“You see, boys, when you have to walk through multiple worlds all the time, when you’re never one nor the other, when what other people think you are is more important than what you think you are - you don’t have to be some Metamorphwatsit. Or even magical like us.”
Trixie looked out at the crowd in front of them, a mess of magic and glitz and illusions. Everyone dolled and suited up to present as fine society. Everyone, in their own way, using glamour magic.
“If you want to survive? You knew how to shapeshift.”
[[source: Heather Romney
some ideas from other blogs have been linked where relevant.
SO VERY SORRY for the long delay. I’ve been busy with a show, and then MH370 has been sucking so much of my energy. I’m not entirely content with how it ends, mostly because there’s one last small thing I want to make happen but don’t know how. But I’ve been working on this for ages and wanted to get it out there.
According to Bengali Harlem the South Asian immigrants were designated White for a while, and there had been many other POC that assumed themselves as “Hindoo” to gain the same racial protections, but it didn’t last very long.]]
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Author:GaeilgeRua | @GaeilgeRua
Prompt:#30
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott
Rating:General
Word Count: 1331
Warnings:None
Summary:
In her eighth year, Hermione learns that she’s not the only one that remembers what happened after her best friends left her at the Yule Ball. Notes left on her pillow lead her to the young man who has loved her the whole time.
Draco’s Garden
Author:excludednarrative | @excluded-narrative
Prompt:#73
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Rating:Teen
Wordcount:1503
Warnings:None
Summary:
There’s a flower in his garden for every time he tried to confess his feelings for her.
Sweet Peas and Venomous Tentacula
Author:Albuss
Prompt:#88
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating:Teen
Word Count:4851
Summary:
Draco has two weeks before Harry moves in; two weeks to transform his 20’ by 20’ terrace of brittle grass into a proper gardener’s haven. There’s no real reason for him to think he can get it done, but he’s never been one to underestimate the force of sheer willpower and a man in love.
Round Up Post Week 4
Draco Malfoy/ Harry Potter
ART
More than friends. (G, Digital Art) by digthewriter|@digthewriter
Draco does his rounds of apologies, receiving a warmer response than he’d anticipated.
FIC
Current Mood: Enraged (E, 11.3k) by cassiopeias_shadow|@cassiopeias_shadow
Draco is 18, living in Andromeda’s cottage with his mother, drinking far too much cooking sherry, flamboyantly un-self aware, keeping a diary… and he can’t for the life of him understand why Harry Potter keeps coming round to see him.
29 November 1998; Current mood: dissatisfied
Reader. Things did not go according to plan.
Firstly, I did not find a cock to put in my mouth, despite several promising applicants. Secondly, I’m writing this from Harry Potter’s guest bedroom. Allow me to explain.
Dinner at the Burrow (G, 1.9k) by Aneiria | @aneiria
Draco and Harry head to the Burrow for dinner… and Draco has never been happier.
love is a bowstring (pulled back to the point of breaking)byaugustskies | @august-skies
“Green tea with lemon and honey,” he says. Not a question.
“Three teaspoons of honey,” Draco says, just as easily.
Harry drinks his tea and thinks about Draco making tea with the right amount of honey. He thinks about Draco reaching for his favorite mug, knowing exactly where he keeps it on the bottom shelf. He thinks about Draco casting a stasis charm to keep the tea at the right temperature.
These days, it seems, Harry thinks about Draco a lot.
Rush Job (T, 4k) by tigersilver | @stripedsilverfeline
The one where Harry’s hit by a Veritas Charm and he’s naturally resistant but he’s also got a Really Big Secret and his Auror Partner’s an Inquisitive Sod. Yeah, that one.
The Disasters We Love (G, 550) by nagemeikenu | @nagemeikenu
Draco has attempted to bake…again. Harry loves him for it even if the end result is inedible.
The Worst Of You (E, 4.2k) by starlitsilvereyes|@starlitsilvereyes
Draco and Harry are getting married tomorrow. Well, supposedly today — it’s two in the morning.
Everythingshould be fine, except it isn’t.
Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
at the coffee table (M, 4.1k) by sodamnrad | @sodamnradd
Draco is the only Slytherin to return for Eighth Year. Hermione is the only classmate who doesn’t avoid him. Studying together in the common room, at the coffee table which becomes exclusively theirs, feelings for one another begin to unthaw.
Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Little Black Hearts (G, 3k) by raoremrao|@xraoremraox
When Harry returns to Hogwarts to take up the mantle of the new Potions professor, he wonders why the position is available when Severus Snape is still alive and well. He soon learns however, that things aren’t that simple when he’s presented with a complete stranger rather than the brooding, cruel teacher he remembers upon his return.
Hermione Granger/Severus Snape
What Baking Can Do (T, 2.9k) by Morbidmuch | @morbidmuch
In which Severus Snape attempts to bake a pie.
Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott
A Taste of Happiness by (T, 725) by articcat621 | @articcat621
While visiting Nuremberg, Hermione bumps into a familiar face.
Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Malfoy Black/Severus Snape
heavy like the force between us (M, 8.4k) by alrespirar | @seekercass
This was how Narcissa found herself in between love and warmth in her heart, mind, and soul. This was how she grew.
Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood
The Inked Snitch (T, 23.9k) by your_token_trophy_wife|@yourtokentrophywife
While Oliver’s quidditch days may be over, his quidditch supply shop is near perfection. Perhaps he’s a little lonely and a tad sheltered too, but Oliver would much rather keep to himself than have his heart broken. That’s not too much to ask for is it? Though when a magical tattoo shop opens up next door, Oliver’s in for a lot of surprises, including bad flirting, third-wheeling and the return of an old rival.
Current Mood: Enraged
Author:cassiopeias_shadow|@cassiopeias_shadow
Prompt:#5
Pairing:Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating:Explicit
Word Count: 11260
Warnings: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse (very brief),
Summary:
Draco is 18, living in Andromeda’s cottage with his mother, drinking far too much cooking sherry, flamboyantly un-self aware, keeping a diary… and he can’t for the life of him understand why Harry Potter keeps coming round to see him.
29 November 1998; Current mood: dissatisfied
Reader. Things did not go according to plan.
Firstly, I did not find a cock to put in my mouth, despite several promising applicants. Secondly, I’m writing this from Harry Potter’s guest bedroom. Allow me to explain.
The Inked Snitch
Author:your_token_trophy_wife|@yourtokentrophywife
Prompt:#128
Pairing:Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood
Rating:Teen
Wordcount:23879
Warnings:Minor Angst, Accidental Injuries, Anxiety, Loneliness
Summary:
While Oliver’s quidditch days may be over, his quidditch supply shop is near perfection. Perhaps he’s a little lonely and a tad sheltered too, but Oliver would much rather keep to himself than have his heart broken. That’s not too much to ask for is it? Though when a magical tattoo shop opens up next door, Oliver’s in for a lot of surprises, including bad flirting, third-wheeling and the return of an old rival.
H/D Cluefest Masterlist
It’s time to reveal the secret agents of this year’s H/D Cluefest.
All in all, we had almost 400k of words, over 11 hours of podfic as well as 5 Artworks, two as part of a collaboration, spread across the 26 submissions of this year.
Thank you so much to everyone who contributed in whatever fashion to make this fest such a success.
Now, here’s the masterlist of H/D Cluefest 2022.
[Podfic]A House on Fire, E, 01:06 h
Podficcer:LauDH8 | @laudh8
Podfic from P1013’s fic, House on Fire.
For the last five years, Auror Draco Malfoy has walked into his office with hardly a glance at the illusioned window taking up the back wall. It looks out over an imagined London, a perfectly bright and brilliant view of the city that hides the smog and rain and dirt that clings to the city like a patina of time that can never be worn away. It’s always a perfect summer’s day with soft, white clouds that float through the painfully bright blue sky like a dream. He likes to imagine the gentle breeze that ripples the surface of the Thames brushing across his skin, since he’ll never be able to actually feel it. After all, his office is located on the second floor and is, therefore, underground.
Or at least that’s what he did before the seventh of October, 2009.
[Art] a living thing, G, Digital Art
Artist: babooshk_art| @babooshkart
The closest house is miles away, and the red clay earth eats sound. He had married Draco, had moved here in hopes of a perfect love, a fantasy romance, but something is terribly wrong with this place. Draco is nervous, and tells Harry with his eyes not to drink the tea that his mother serves.
A Love Like Salt, E, 24.6k
Author:Purplehotmess| @purplehotmess
Grimmauld Place has been acting strange; locked doors won’t open for Harry and he could swear the rooms are shifting around to trick him. Is the house just up to its old tricks or is there something more sinister afoot? And what’s with all the Draco Dazes?
a study in endings, E, 27k
Author:Saltwatergarden | @talkingtravesties
Auror Harry Potter is sent to investigate Malfoy Manor where Draco Malfoy has been sequestered, alone and unseen for years after his parents’ mysterious deaths. After abruptly being snowed in, Harry is trapped within the eerie manor with no company save Draco, his family’s secrets, and several ghosts. What is the Malfoy family hiding? And is Draco in on it?
Blink and You’ll Miss it, M, 10k
Author:FirepawSupremacy
Lucius Malfoy is missing and Auror Harry Potter’s been assigned to the case. Really, Harry couldn’t give a toss about Lucius bloody Malfoy, but for some reason, Harry can’t help but try his best when Draco looks so excited every time they find a new lead.
Where is Lucius Malfoy and why doesn’t Harry mind looking for him as much as he thought?
[podfic]Chasing Shadows, E, 09:35 h
Podficcer:lastontheboat | @lastontheboat
The murder of Lucius Malfoy seems impossible—no cause of death, no traces of spell-work, no potions in his system. The only leads Harry and his partner have are the trail of missing wizards the deeper they go. That and the help of the victim’s estranged son who now spends his time bartending at a queer-friendly Muggle pub.
A case fic featuring a closeted Harry Potter, an out-and-proud, tattooed Draco Malfoy, and a murder mystery that seems to lead to more questions than answers.
Cold, M, 6.7k
Author:Steampunkserpent27|Steampunkserpent27
When Harry suddenly falls ill due to an unknown cause, the healer informs both Harry and Draco that he is dying. Will Draco be able to save him in time?
[Art]Dancing with the Enemy, G, Digital Art
Artist:Sator | @sator-the-wanderer
All across Britain magical portraits are going to sleep and not waking up again. Draco Malfoy, portrait magic expert, is tasked to assist auror Harry Potter during the investigation. Is it a curse, failing magic, or something more sinister?
Draco Malfoy and the Broken Room, T, 7.3k
Author:AProfessionalProtagonist| @aprofessionalprotagonist
A drunk and morose Draco gets trapped in the Room of Hidden Things with Potter of all people. Now, he’s got to figure out how to make peace with the Golden Boy long enough to get out.
F*ck!, E, 28.6k
Author:shushu_yaoi_lj|@orange-peony
Harry is trying to enjoy his busy life as a Healer (in spite of his dreadful lime green robes), when something mysterious happens. Why on earth is Auror Draco Malfoy suddenly appearing out of thin air in Harry’s kitchen? And why is he always injured?
Harry needs to investigate. And also get a new pair of robes, but one thing at a time.
Heartlines, T, 22.3k
Author:iota|@sorrybutblog
Just as Draco Malfoy’s life seems to be getting back on track, the magic at Malfoy Manor goes haywire. One Harry Potter is assigned to the case, finding that nothing is obvious. The flare ups are unpredictable at best, downright dangerous at worst, and why has a Hogwarts first year gone missing at the same time?
Memento Mori, M, 24.5k + Origami
Author & Artist:Fantalf&Crazybutgood | @Fantalf & @Crazybutgood
Seven is the number on my door. It’s the amount of scars I bear on my chest. It’s the time I wake up every morning. Seven is how old I was when father beat me for the first time, and seven years later I felt the force of a Cruciatus by the same hands.
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When Draco wakes up from the Incident of the DoM with no memory of what happened and what he allegedly did, he needs to find the missing pieces of his life. All between balancing his duties, his despise for the Wizarding World dearest Saviour, Longbottom, and dealing with those warm green eyes that haunt his mind.
Memory Lost | You Found, E, 30k
Author:Maraudersaffair|@Maraudersaffair
After his Auror training, Harry’s assigned to guard the Department of Mysteries - specifically the room where Malfoy is being held in comfortable captivity. Yet no one will tell him why, and what’s more concerning? Malfoy doesn’t remember Harry at all.
To uncover the mystery, Harry must travel all the way to Egypt where he discovers a magical community living in the great pyramids and a long held secret that is dangerous to anyone who knows it.
My Best Friend, the Serial Killer, E, 37.3k
Author:trishjames | @thusspoketrish
Draco’s best friend and flatmate Pansy Parkinson is a lot of things: she’s beautiful, intelligent, doting, and a bit unnerving…but Draco loves her all the same, even if he has to clean up after her bloody – ah, messy romantic breakups more than usual. He doesn’t mind, after all, what are best friends for?
But Draco starts to question just how far his love can go when Pansy brings home her next victim – ah, boyfriend, Harry Potter.
Operation Dragon’s Shenanigans, E, 14k
Author:nv-md (ANW815) | @nv-md
Harry’s in love with Draco, but it’s complicated. Even more complicated than ‘I’m in love with my ex-archnemesis and I get dizzy every time I see him smile’.
No matter that Harry’s an Auror, and always loved a good mystery, he’s still having trouble figuring Draco out. And he’s the only one who can see that Draco isn’t a regular human.
So, as he’s done every year since he was eleven, Harry sets out to solve the mystery of 'Why is This Shit Happening to Me?’
[podfic]Owl in a Day’s Work, M, 52min
Podficcer:RattleandHum|Thirdeye1234
Owls have vanished across wizarding London, but Auror Draco Malfoy is on holiday, so surely that’s someone else’s problem?
[Art]Search & Find at Narcissan Blooms, T, Digital Art + 634 words
Artist & Author:gryffindorhearts&thestarryknight | @gryffindorhearts&the-starryknight
You should have known Auror Potter would be useless when you agreed to shadow him on this case. Yet, here you are, standing in Malfoy’s stupid Apothecary and investigating a murder. It’s up to you to solve the case, so you might as well start looking around…
A Drarry I-Spy Investigation: can you spot all four clues?
surely some revelation (is at hand), M, 12.2k
Author:opalesqueopioid | @opalesqueopioid
In a dystopian society where peacekeeping dementors are employed to stamp out resistance by damaging souls of the dissidents, Draco strives to do what’s right.
Or: Harry is in a cult and Draco becomes the cult leader.
Swallowing the Sun, T, 6.9k
Author: Pheaphilus | @pheaphilus
Getting sent to investigate the thrilling report of Malfoy’s morning paper going missing isn’t high on Harry’s agenda, to be honest. Malfoy’s a time-waster, and a pain in the arse to the whole department.
Or is he?
The Ever-Changing Room, E, 33.7k
Author:cavendishbutterfly| @cavendishbutterfly
Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have been married for five years, and everything’s grand—until Harry disappears one day without warning. He’s left behind three letters and the whole of the Wixen World demanding to know where he’s got to, including Draco. Unfortunately, Draco’s not a very good detective. Hermione is, though.
Or: Draco travels Europe looking for their ever-elusive husband.
There’s a strange love inside (it’s getting louder), E, 31.7k
Author:BlueSundayCake|bluesundaycake
Professors Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have worked together at Hogwarts for ten years, and in this time they’ve managed to become sort-of-not-quite friends. After all, it’s been fifteen years since the war and everyone is a bit tired of old rivalries. When Draco goes missing and Headmistress McGonagall asks Harry to go into the Forbidden Forest to find him, Harry doesn’t think much of it. Until he both finds more than what he’d bargained for, and not what he’d originally set out to find.
Twist and Turn (Until We Find Our Way Out), T, 22.2k
Author:Dexiha | @assassinsdragons
We believed it was just a myth, the Elder Wand. But over the years we have come to confirm that it is, in fact, real.
This project will contain research of the powers of the Elder Wand. We have obtained the subjects who have had the Wand in possession. Precautions have been taken to make sure no other Masters has been created during the concealment of the subjects.
At no other time in history has more than one Owner of the Elder Wand been recorded at once for a longer amount of time. We hope to learn more about why that is during this project. Because of this unique opportunity, we must make sure the subjects do not eliminate each other. The subjects’ importances in this project can not be understated.
(Un)Anticipated, E, 8.4k
Author:p1013|@p1013
Though he won’t ever admit it—not even years later, when Draco’s giving Harry shit about it right before they go to sleep, the bedside light just dim enough to hide the worst of his blush—it takes Harry an embarrassingly long time to realise that something is wrong. It’s not like he’s trying to pull regularly. If he wants to get laid, he gets laid. He is, after all, Harry Potter.
But it’s not until it’s a Saturday morning, and he’s languidly stroking himself off in the shower with long, slow pulls that he feels deep in the pit of his stomach, that Harry realises that he’s been at this for quite some time, and while it feels amazing and his toes are curling and his balls are pulled up tight…
Nothing’s happening.
What is this, fucking Jeopardy?, E, 20.5k
Author:lumosatnight|@lumosatnight
Draco is struck by a wayward curse of unknown origin and keeps trying to get Curse-Breaker Potter to help him. It’s rather frustrating that he seems to be so busy… and that Draco can only speak to him in questions. Draco’s at his wit’s end trying to get oblivious Potter to realise why he’s bothering him, and Harry won’t stop making obscure Muggle references. Like the last time, when he just stared at Draco before yelling “What is this, fucking Jeopardy?!” before walking away.
[Art]Where is my newspaper?!, G, Digital Art
Artist:Betty26Blue | @betty26blue
Where does Draco’s newspaper always disappear to? He’s sure to have seen it just a minute ago. Same as the last times…
winter happens, like a secret, E, 26.9k
Author:thewakeless
Shortly after moving in with Harry, Draco is repeatedly haunted by a dream. He sees snow, he sees his father’s gardens, and he feels the presence of another person, someone he yearns for. With Harry’s help, he slowly starts unravelling the mystery of the dream and discovering secrets about the Malfoys far worse than anything either of them could have imagined
H/D Cluefest 2022 Anon Masterlist
Thank you to everyone who participated, read, kudosed, reblogged, and/or commented. It’s all of you who make this fest amazing and so worth every minute of work! A big thank you from all of us mods; we hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.
Now, without further ado, the anon masterlist.
[Podfic]A House on Fire, E, 01:06 h
Podfic from P1013’s fic, House on Fire.
For the last five years, Auror Draco Malfoy has walked into his office with hardly a glance at the illusioned window taking up the back wall. It looks out over an imagined London, a perfectly bright and brilliant view of the city that hides the smog and rain and dirt that clings to the city like a patina of time that can never be worn away. It’s always a perfect summer’s day with soft, white clouds that float through the painfully bright blue sky like a dream. He likes to imagine the gentle breeze that ripples the surface of the Thames brushing across his skin, since he’ll never be able to actually feel it. After all, his office is located on the second floor and is, therefore, underground.
Or at least that’s what he did before the seventh of October, 2009.
[Art]a living thing, G, Digital Art
The closest house is miles away, and the red clay earth eats sound. He had married Draco, had moved here in hopes of a perfect love, a fantasy romance, but something is terribly wrong with this place. Draco is nervous, and tells Harry with his eyes not to drink the tea that his mother serves.
A Love Like Salt, E, 24.6k
Grimmauld Place has been acting strange; locked doors won’t open for Harry and he could swear the rooms are shifting around to trick him. Is the house just up to its old tricks or is there something more sinister afoot? And what’s with all the Draco Dazes?
a study in endings, E, 27k
Auror Harry Potter is sent to investigate Malfoy Manor where Draco Malfoy has been sequestered, alone and unseen for years after his parents’ mysterious deaths. After abruptly being snowed in, Harry is trapped within the eerie manor with no company save Draco, his family’s secrets, and several ghosts. What is the Malfoy family hiding? And is Draco in on it?
Blink and You’ll Miss it, M, 10k
Lucius Malfoy is missing and Auror Harry Potter’s been assigned to the case. Really, Harry couldn’t give a toss about Lucius bloody Malfoy, but for some reason, Harry can’t help but try his best when Draco looks so excited every time they find a new lead.
Where is Lucius Malfoy and why doesn’t Harry mind looking for him as much as he thought?
[podfic]Chasing Shadows, E, 09:35 h
The murder of Lucius Malfoy seems impossible—no cause of death, no traces of spell-work, no potions in his system. The only leads Harry and his partner have are the trail of missing wizards the deeper they go. That and the help of the victim’s estranged son who now spends his time bartending at a queer-friendly Muggle pub.
A case fic featuring a closeted Harry Potter, an out-and-proud, tattooed Draco Malfoy, and a murder mystery that seems to lead to more questions than answers.
Cold, M, 6.7k
When Harry suddenly falls ill due to an unknown cause, the healer informs both Harry and Draco that he is dying. Will Draco be able to save him in time?
[Art]Dancing with the Enemy, G, Digital Art
All across Britain magical portraits are going to sleep and not waking up again. Draco Malfoy, portrait magic expert, is tasked to assist auror Harry Potter during the investigation. Is it a curse, failing magic, or something more sinister?
Draco Malfoy and the Broken Room, T, 7.3k
A drunk and morose Draco gets trapped in the Room of Hidden Things with Potter of all people. Now, he’s got to figure out how to make peace with the Golden Boy long enough to get out.
F*ck!, E, 28.6k
Harry is trying to enjoy his busy life as a Healer (in spite of his dreadful lime green robes), when something mysterious happens. Why on earth is Auror Draco Malfoy suddenly appearing out of thin air in Harry’s kitchen? And why is he always injured?
Harry needs to investigate. And also get a new pair of robes, but one thing at a time.
Heartlines, T, 22.3k
Just as Draco Malfoy’s life seems to be getting back on track, the magic at Malfoy Manor goes haywire. One Harry Potter is assigned to the case, finding that nothing is obvious. The flare ups are unpredictable at best, downright dangerous at worst, and why has a Hogwarts first year gone missing at the same time?
Memento Mori, M, 24.5k + Origami
Seven is the number on my door. It’s the amount of scars I bear on my chest. It’s the time I wake up every morning. Seven is how old I was when father beat me for the first time, and seven years later I felt the force of a Cruciatus by the same hands.
——
When Draco wakes up from the Incident of the DoM with no memory of what happened and what he allegedly did, he needs to find the missing pieces of his life. All between balancing his duties, his despise for the Wizarding World dearest Saviour, Longbottom, and dealing with those warm green eyes that haunt his mind.
Memory Lost | You Found, E, 30k
After his Auror training, Harry’s assigned to guard the Department of Mysteries - specifically the room where Malfoy is being held in comfortable captivity. Yet no one will tell him why, and what’s more concerning? Malfoy doesn’t remember Harry at all.
To uncover the mystery, Harry must travel all the way to Egypt where he discovers a magical community living in the great pyramids and a long held secret that is dangerous to anyone who knows it.
My Best Friend, the Serial Killer, E, 37.3k
Draco’s best friend and flatmate Pansy Parkinson is a lot of things: she’s beautiful, intelligent, doting, and a bit unnerving…but Draco loves her all the same, even if he has to clean up after her bloody – ah, messy romantic breakups more than usual. He doesn’t mind, after all, what are best friends for?
But Draco starts to question just how far his love can go when Pansy brings home her next victim – ah, boyfriend, Harry Potter.
Operation Dragon’s Shenanigans, E, 14k
Harry’s in love with Draco, but it’s complicated. Even more complicated than ‘I’m in love with my ex-archnemesis and I get dizzy every time I see him smile’.
No matter that Harry’s an Auror, and always loved a good mystery, he’s still having trouble figuring Draco out. And he’s the only one who can see that Draco isn’t a regular human.
So, as he’s done every year since he was eleven, Harry sets out to solve the mystery of 'Why is This Shit Happening to Me?’
[podfic]Owl in a Day’s Work, M, 52min
Owls have vanished across wizarding London, but Auror Draco Malfoy is on holiday, so surely that’s someone else’s problem?
[Art]Search & Find at Narcissan Blooms, T, Digital Art + 634 words
You should have known Auror Potter would be useless when you agreed to shadow him on this case. Yet, here you are, standing in Malfoy’s stupid Apothecary and investigating a murder. It’s up to you to solve the case, so you might as well start looking around…
A Drarry I-Spy Investigation: can you spot all four clues?
surely some revelation (is at hand), M, 12.2k
In a dystopian society where peacekeeping dementors are employed to stamp out resistance by damaging souls of the dissidents, Draco strives to do what’s right.
Or: Harry is in a cult and Draco becomes the cult leader.
Swallowing the Sun, T, 6.9k
Getting sent to investigate the thrilling report of Malfoy’s morning paper going missing isn’t high on Harry’s agenda, to be honest. Malfoy’s a time-waster, and a pain in the arse to the whole department.
Or is he?
The Ever-Changing Room, E, 33.7k
Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have been married for five years, and everything’s grand—until Harry disappears one day without warning. He’s left behind three letters and the whole of the Wixen World demanding to know where he’s got to, including Draco. Unfortunately, Draco’s not a very good detective. Hermione is, though.
Or: Draco travels Europe looking for their ever-elusive husband.
There’s a strange love inside (it’s getting louder), E, 31.7k
Professors Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have worked together at Hogwarts for ten years, and in this time they’ve managed to become sort-of-not-quite friends. After all, it’s been fifteen years since the war and everyone is a bit tired of old rivalries. When Draco goes missing and Headmistress McGonagall asks Harry to go into the Forbidden Forest to find him, Harry doesn’t think much of it. Until he both finds more than what he’d bargained for, and not what he’d originally set out to find.
Twist and Turn (Until We Find Our Way Out), T, 22.2k
We believed it was just a myth, the Elder Wand. But over the years we have come to confirm that it is, in fact, real.
This project will contain research of the powers of the Elder Wand. We have obtained the subjects who have had the Wand in possession. Precautions have been taken to make sure no other Masters has been created during the concealment of the subjects.
At no other time in history has more than one Owner of the Elder Wand been recorded at once for a longer amount of time. We hope to learn more about why that is during this project. Because of this unique opportunity, we must make sure the subjects do not eliminate each other. The subjects’ importances in this project can not be understated.
(Un)Anticipated, E, 8.4k
Though he won’t ever admit it—not even years later, when Draco’s giving Harry shit about it right before they go to sleep, the bedside light just dim enough to hide the worst of his blush—it takes Harry an embarrassingly long time to realise that something is wrong. It’s not like he’s trying to pull regularly. If he wants to get laid, he gets laid. He is, after all, Harry Potter.
But it’s not until it’s a Saturday morning, and he’s languidly stroking himself off in the shower with long, slow pulls that he feels deep in the pit of his stomach, that Harry realises that he’s been at this for quite some time, and while it feels amazing and his toes are curling and his balls are pulled up tight…
Nothing’s happening.
What is this, fucking Jeopardy?, E, 20.5k
Draco is struck by a wayward curse of unknown origin and keeps trying to get Curse-Breaker Potter to help him. It’s rather frustrating that he seems to be so busy… and that Draco can only speak to him in questions. Draco’s at his wit’s end trying to get oblivious Potter to realise why he’s bothering him, and Harry won’t stop making obscure Muggle references. Like the last time, when he just stared at Draco before yelling “What is this, fucking Jeopardy?!” before walking away.
[Art]Where is my newspaper?!, G, Digital Art
Where does Draco’s newspaper always disappear to? He’s sure to have seen it just a minute ago. Same as the last times…
winter happens, like a secret, E, 26.9k
Shortly after moving in with Harry, Draco is repeatedly haunted by a dream. He sees snow, he sees his father’s gardens, and he feels the presence of another person, someone he yearns for. With Harry’s help, he slowly starts unravelling the mystery of the dream and discovering secrets about the Malfoys far worse than anything either of them could have imagined
H/D Cluefest Week 4 Round-Up Post
This is it, folks. The last week!
My Best Friend, the Serial Killer, E, 37.3k
Draco’s best friend and flatmate Pansy Parkinson is a lot of things: she’s beautiful, intelligent, doting, and a bit unnerving…but Draco loves her all the same, even if he has to clean up after her bloody – ah, messy romantic breakups more than usual. He doesn’t mind, after all, what are best friends for?
But Draco starts to question just how far his love can go when Pansy brings home her next victim – ah, boyfriend, Harry Potter.
[Art] Search & Find at Narcissan Blooms, T, Digital Art + 634 words
You should have known Auror Potter would be useless when you agreed to shadow him on this case. Yet, here you are, standing in Malfoy’s stupid Apothecary and investigating a murder. It’s up to you to solve the case, so you might as well start looking around…
A Drarry I-Spy Investigation: can you spot all four clues?
Getting sent to investigate the thrilling report of Malfoy’s morning paper going missing isn’t high on Harry’s agenda, to be honest. Malfoy’s a time-waster, and a pain in the arse to the whole department.
Or is he?
Twist and Turn (Until We Find Our Way Out), T, 22.2k
We believed it was just a myth, the Elder Wand. But over the years we have come to confirm that it is, in fact, real.
This project will contain research of the powers of the Elder Wand. We have obtained the subjects who have had the Wand in possession. Precautions have been taken to make sure no other Masters has been created during the concealment of the subjects.
At no other time in history has more than one Owner of the Elder Wand been recorded at once for a longer amount of time. We hope to learn more about why that is during this project. Because of this unique opportunity, we must make sure the subjects do not eliminate each other. The subjects’ importances in this project can not be understated.
Though he won’t ever admit it—not even years later, when Draco’s giving Harry shit about it right before they go to sleep, the bedside light just dim enough to hide the worst of his blush—it takes Harry an embarrassingly long time to realise that something is wrong. It’s not like he’s trying to pull regularly. If he wants to get laid, he gets laid. He is, after all, Harry Potter.
But it’s not until it’s a Saturday morning, and he’s languidly stroking himself off in the shower with long, slow pulls that he feels deep in the pit of his stomach, that Harry realises that he’s been at this for quite some time, and while it feels amazing and his toes are curling and his balls are pulled up tight…
Nothing’s happening.
Cluefest Day 26 - Fic - My Best Friend, the Serial Killer
Author: CLASSIFIED
Self-Prompt
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 37340
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Summary:
Draco’s best friend and flatmate Pansy Parkinson is a lot of things: she’s beautiful, intelligent, doting, and a bit unnerving…but Draco loves her all the same, even if he has to clean up after her bloody – ah, messy romantic breakups more than usual. He doesn’t mind, after all, what are best friends for?
But Draco starts to question just how far his love can go when Pansy brings home her next victim – ah, boyfriend, Harry Potter.
Cluefest Day 25 - Fic - Swallowing the Sun
Author:CLASSIFIED
Prompt:#16
Rating:Teen
Word Count: 6937
Warnings:N/A
Summary:
Getting sent to investigate the thrilling report of Malfoy’s morning paper going missing isn’t high on Harry’s agenda, to be honest. Malfoy’s a time-waster, and a pain in the arse to the whole department.
Or is he?
Cluefest Day 23 - Fic - Twist and Turn (Until We Find Our Way Out)
Author:CLASSIFIED
Prompt:#13
Rating:Teen
Word Count: 22233
Warnings:N/A
Summary:
We believed it was just a myth, the Elder Wand. But over the years we have come to confirm that it is, in fact, real.
This project will contain research of the powers of the Elder Wand. We have obtained the subjects who have had the Wand in possession. Precautions have been taken to make sure no other Masters have been created during the concealment of the subjects.
At no other time in history has more than one Owner of the Elder Wand been recorded at once for a longer amount of time. We hope to learn more about why that is during this project. Because of this unique opportunity, we must make sure the subjects do not eliminate each other. The subjects’ importances in this project can not be understated.
Cluefest Day 22 - Fic - (Un)Anticipated
Author:CLASSIFIED
Self-Prompt
Rating:Explicit
Wordcount:8376
Warnings:N/A
Summary:
Though he won’t ever admit it—not even years later, when Draco’s giving Harry shit about it right before they go to sleep, the bedside light just dim enough to hide the worst of his blush—it takes Harry an embarrassingly long time to realise that something is wrong. It’s not like he’s trying to pull regularly. If he wants to get laid, he gets laid. He is, after all, Harry Potter.
But it’s not until it’s a Saturday morning, and he’s languidly stroking himself off in the shower with long, slow pulls that he feels deep in the pit of his stomach, that Harry realises that he’s been at this for quite some time, and while it feels amazing and his toes are curling and his balls are pulled up tight…
Nothing’s happening.
H/D Cluefest Week 3 Round-Up Post
Grimmauld Place has been acting strange; locked doors won’t open for Harry and he could swear the rooms are shifting around to trick him. Is the house just up to its old tricks or is there something more sinister afoot? And what’s with all the Draco Dazes?
Auror Harry Potter is sent to investigate Malfoy Manor where Draco Malfoy has been sequestered, alone and unseen for years after his parents’ mysterious deaths. After abruptly being snowed in, Harry is trapped within the eerie manor with no company save Draco, his family’s secrets, and several ghosts. What is the Malfoy family hiding? And is Draco in on it?
[podfic] Chasing Shadows, E, 09:35 h
The murder of Lucius Malfoy seems impossible—no cause of death, no traces of spell-work, no potions in his system. The only leads Harry and his partner have are the trail of missing wizards the deeper they go. That and the help of the victim’s estranged son who now spends his time bartending at a queer-friendly Muggle pub.
A case fic featuring a closeted Harry Potter, an out-and-proud, tattooed Draco Malfoy, and a murder mystery that seems to lead to more questions than answers.
[Art] Dancing with the Enemy, G, Digital Art
All across Britain magical portraits are going to sleep and not waking up again. Draco Malfoy, portrait magic expert, is tasked to assist auror Harry Potter during the investigation. Is it a curse, failing magic, or something more sinister?
Harry is trying to enjoy his busy life as a Healer (in spite of his dreadful lime green robes), when something mysterious happens. Why on earth is Auror Draco Malfoy suddenly appearing out of thin air in Harry’s kitchen? And why is he always injured?
Harry needs to investigate. And also get a new pair of robes, but one thing at a time.
Memory Lost | You Found, E, 30k
After his Auror training, Harry’s assigned to guard the Department of Mysteries - specifically the room where Malfoy is being held in comfortable captivity. Yet no one will tell him why, and what’s more concerning? Malfoy doesn’t remember Harry at all.
To uncover the mystery, Harry must travel all the way to Egypt where he discovers a magical community living in the great pyramids and a long held secret that is dangerous to anyone who knows it.
surely some revelation (is at hand), M, 12.2k
In a dystopian society where peacekeeping dementors are employed to stamp out resistance by damaging souls of the dissidents, Draco strives to do what’s right.
Or: Harry is in a cult and Draco becomes the cult leader.
Cluefest Day 20 - Fic - A Love Like Salt
Author:CLASSIFIED
Prompt:#32
Rating:Explicit
Word Count:24618
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Summary:
Grimmauld Place has been acting strange; locked doors won’t open for Harry and he could swear the rooms are shifting around to trick him. Is the house just up to its old tricks or is there something more sinister afoot? And what’s with all the Draco Dazes?
Cluefest Day 19 - Fic - a study in endings
Author:CLASSIFIED
Prompt:8
Rating:Explicit
Word Count: 26993
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Summary:
Auror Harry Potter is sent to investigate Malfoy Manor where Draco Malfoy has been sequestered, alone and unseen for years after his parents’ mysterious deaths. After abruptly being snowed in, Harry is trapped within the eerie manor with no company save Draco, his family’s secrets, and several ghosts. What is the Malfoy family hiding? And is Draco in on it?
Cluefest Day 18 - Fic - Memory Lost | You Found
Author: CLASSIFIED
Prompt:#5
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 29980
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Summary:
After his Auror training, Harry’s assigned to guard the Department of Mysteries - specifically the room where Malfoy is being held in comfortable captivity. Yet no one will tell him why, and what’s more concerning? Malfoy doesn’t remember Harry at all.
To uncover the mystery, Harry must travel all the way to Egypt where he discovers a magical community living in the great pyramids and a long held secret that is dangerous to anyone who knows it.
Cluefest Day 16 - Fic - F*ck!
Author:CLASSIFIED
Self-Prompt
Rating:Explicit
Word Count: 28747
Warnings:N/A
Summary:
Harry is trying to enjoy his busy life as a Healer (in spite of his dreadful lime green robes), when something mysterious happens. Why on earth is Auror Draco Malfoy suddenly appearing out of thin air in Harry’s kitchen? And why is he always injured?
Harry needs to investigate. And also get a new pair of robes, but one thing at a time.
Cluefest Day 15 - Fic - surely some revelation (is at hand)
Author:CLASSIFIED
Prompt:#27
Rating:Mature
Word Count:12222
Warnings:N/A
Summary:
In a dystopian society where peacekeeping dementors are employed to stamp out resistance by damaging souls of the dissidents, Draco strives to do what’s right.
Or: Harry is in a cult and Draco becomes the cult leader.
H/D Cluefest Week 2 Round-Up Post
We can’t believe that week 2 of posting is already over. Here a quick recap of all the cases that have been released over the last week.
[Podfic] A House on Fire, E, 01:06 h
Podfic from P1013’s fic, House on Fire.
For the last five years, Auror Draco Malfoy has walked into his office with hardly a glance at the illusioned window taking up the back wall. It looks out over an imagined London, a perfectly bright and brilliant view of the city that hides the smog and rain and dirt that clings to the city like a patina of time that can never be worn away. It’s always a perfect summer’s day with soft, white clouds that float through the painfully bright blue sky like a dream. He likes to imagine the gentle breeze that ripples the surface of the Thames brushing across his skin, since he’ll never be able to actually feel it. After all, his office is located on the second floor and is, therefore, underground.
Or at least that’s what he did before the seventh of October, 2009.
[Art] a living thing, G, Digital Art
The closest house is miles away, and the red clay earth eats sound. He had married Draco, had moved here in hopes of a perfect love, a fantasy romance, but something is terribly wrong with this place. Draco is nervous, and tells Harry with his eyes not to drink the tea that his mother serves.
Blink and You’ll Miss it, M, 10k
Lucius Malfoy is missing and Auror Harry Potter’s been assigned to the case. Really, Harry couldn’t give a toss about Lucius bloody Malfoy, but for some reason, Harry can’t help but try his best when Draco looks so excited every time they find a new lead.
Where is Lucius Malfoy and why doesn’t Harry mind looking for him as much as he thought?
When Harry suddenly falls ill due to an unknown cause, the healer informs both Harry and Draco that he is dying. Will Draco be able to save him in time?
Memento Mori, M, 24.5k + Origami
Seven is the number on my door. It’s the amount of scars I bear on my chest. It’s the time I wake up every morning. Seven is how old I was when father beat me for the first time, and seven years later I felt the force of a Cruciatus by the same hands.
——
When Draco wakes up from the Incident of the DoM with no memory of what happened and what he allegedly did, he needs to find the missing pieces of his life. All between balancing his duties, his despise for the Wizarding World dearest Saviour, Longbottom, and dealing with those warm green eyes that haunt his mind.
Operation Dragon’s Shenanigans, E, 14k
Harry’s in love with Draco, but it’s complicated. Even more complicated than ‘I’m in love with my ex-archnemesis and I get dizzy every time I see him smile’.
No matter that Harry’s an Auror, and always loved a good mystery, he’s still having trouble figuring Draco out. And he’s the only one who can see that Draco isn’t a regular human.
So, as he’s done every year since he was eleven, Harry sets out to solve the mystery of 'Why is This Shit Happening to Me?’
winter happens, like a secret, E, 26.9k
Shortly after moving in with Harry, Draco is repeatedly haunted by a dream. He sees snow, he sees his father’s gardens, and he feels the presence of another person, someone he yearns for. With Harry’s help, he slowly starts unravelling the mystery of the dream and discovering secrets about the Malfoys far worse than anything either of them could have imagined
