The first time was an accident. The second time, too - mostly. The third time was stretching the truth a little, but Harry was prepared to stretch just as much as he needed. The fourth time? Even he couldn't pretend anymore. [FULL SUMMARY WITHIN]
Harry was at a loss, but it wasn't as though he could let it show. That wasn't what a Saviour did, after all. But loss entailed the need for direction. When a helping hand was offered, pointing him in just one such direction he clutched it like a drowning man. It wasn't a path he'd expected to be set upon, nor one he understood, but what more could he do?... (FULL SUMMARY WITHIN)
A collection of prompt-based oneshots, exploring the lives, pasts, futures and possibilities of the Wizarding universe. Prompts sourced primarily from The Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition and The House Competition 2017
Though the war is past, battles are still being waged - but of a distinctly different kind. When the opponent is himself rather than Voldemort, Harry realises that there are vastly different kinds of courage and bravery, and that he might have to work on a few of them. It's a good thing he's got so many role models to show him how to do just that. (Multiple Pairings)
Five years after the war, and the world had settled. The survivors were healing. The Wizarding world was healing from the disaster of Voldemort, and they were learning to forget. Or most of them were. Harry was one of those few who couldn't. How could he, when the moment of his death, a death he'd turned away from, hung over his shoulder and breathed down his neck with silent words
It had always been just the two of them - just two, and even when they'd drifted apart they'd always cleaved back together again. When it came to the heartache of warm, there was nothing to do but cling together and struggle to stay afloat.
They were opposites, but that hardly mattered. Not in the greater scheme of things. What mattered was that they clicked. Some clicks, fitting with the perfection of puzzle pieces, made history. Some wrought disaster. Just which would arise from their fated cleaving was yet to be. Potters, Malfoys, Weasleys, and Muggleborns. They were a mixture that could only go one of two ways.
Fifth year wasn't all about OWLs. With the explosive excitement of the Triwizard Tournament, the awe-inspiring invasion of the foreign students, and the upcoming Yule Ball, even for Ravenclaws study had become almost secondarily important. Yuuri was far from removed from such fascination. Even he couldn't deny that the foreign students interested him - and maybe one student...
Abandonment didn't sit well with Harry. Not at all. After the calamity that was the end of the Triwizard Tournament and the dismissal of his friends over the summer, he decides: enough is enough. He's done. Done with it all. He just wanted to get away. But the Wizarding world, as it happens, isn't quite finished with him. No matter how far he runs, it always catches back up to him.
Draco was a Master. He'd always been one, but having a town of Muggles consider him as close to God's gift as they would ever receive was certainly validating. Except it wasn't enough. After years of settling, of conjuring masterpieces with his fingers and his prowess, Draco realised he needed a change. How hard could it be to find an apprentice pâtissier...
The war left its mark. The pain and loss, the relief and exhaustion, was felt by all. And yet even with its passing, the echoing shadow of its passing remained to breath its unshakeable presence upon those who survived. This is their story - the story of those left behind to fight in a war that hadn't truly ended and likely never would.
It had always been Steve and Bucky. Always one for the other, and always in an effort to support. From the struggle of an impoverished childhood to the trials of an adult war, t had always been. And it always would be. When they were children, some days Bucky had been all that kept Steve afloat. Years and a century later, it was Steve's chance to return the favour.
Steve strove to be Right. To do Good. That was what his mom had told him second chances were for, and if he owed her memory to trying. Joining the police force, protecting people, was a natural decision to make. For Steve, it had always been black and white, good and bad. Special Forces team SHIELD embodied everything he stood for. Except that there was Bucky...FULL SUMMARY WITHIN
Charlie hadn't wanted anything. He never considered there would be something more - more than family, than school, that Britain and the life of a Weasley within it boundaries. At least he did until the dragons.
A collection of Harry Potter related drabbles, each less than 1000 words. From spellbinding magic to tales of woe, witchery and manifestations and all the slivers in between...
Scorpius has one goal for his first day at Hogwarts: to befriend a Potter. But how does one do so for a Potter so deliberately avoiding being befriended?
Seamus and Dean met in first year. They were friends. Best friends. The very best of friends, even, and that was how it always would be. The world of magic was a gentle wave and then roiling madness around them, but throughout it all that one thing would never change. From first year to seventh, together or apart, some things were constant.
Arthur lived how he wanted. Exactly how he wanted. Unfortunately, as a prince, what he wanted didn't exactly follow the guidelines of what the rest of the world considered 'proper'. No one had the guts to do anything about it, however. No one until Nimueh. Thrown into decidedly impossible circumstances against his will and outside of his capacity to correct, Arthur is forced...
Arthur hated Christmas. No, he hated the Christmas holiday, the same every year, the same trip, the same boredom. At least until he met the young man who breathed wonder and abruptly turned such monotony into excellence itself. Arthur didn't like the Christmas holiday - except for one aspect, one friend, one glimmer of the impossible in the form of a man who wasn't quite human
In a flash, the winner of the Triwizard Tournament appeared before the audience, cup in hand. Alone. In but an instant he was crying for the boy he'd left behind. Cedric managed to escape the deathly curses of Voldemort and his men, a narrow escape that cost Harry Potter his own. But Cedric hasn't given up on the boy who had sacrificed himself for him...
Will is a med student. He is an average Joe, if he recognises he's smart. He lives with his mother, loves his studies, his friends, his life. He just doesn't know that it's not quite the life he's always lived. Nico is his silent protected. An unseen shadow, a guardian angel even, fending off the creatures that threaten to tear Will's fragile peace apart...
SEQUEL to A Series of Firsts - Nico and Will had it all. Since leaving Camp, life had settled. It had eased, become comfortable, even if in many ways that comfort was slightly manic. But of course it couldn't last long. Peace never did, not for a demigod. When a quest goes wrong, Nico finds that his perfect life hangs by a thread, the likes of which can only be maintained if...
The return of the eighth year students was supposed to be calm. Moderated. Peaceful, even. Draco returned to escape the chaos wrought upon his shambles of a life and Harry to flee the responsibility of a world that sees him as something greater than was truly possible. Hogwarts was a safe haven, right? At least it was until Hagrid comes up with the wonderful idea to introduce...
Scorpius wanted. He wanted more than anything else in the world. Unfortunately, it was too late. Not the realisation - that came years ago - but acting upon it. Why had he been so foolish as to wait?
Ron had a problem. A pretty big problem. But it was alright because he'd learnt to live with it and he could deal with it just fine. Except that when when others notice that problem they naturally want to help? How was it polite to say that you really, really didn't need that help? In the end, it would only make things so much worse.
World War III came and went, and with it the discovery of magic was made. Discovered, dragged straining into the light, and accused of being the power of the devil himself. Since, the world has become a dangerous place - fatally dangerous - for any with the spark of magic. Merlin has always known this. He's known it for as long as he could remember... (full summary inside)
Merlin has a secret. A secret he knows he must guard with his life because most of the world won't understand. They'll think him Bad, Evil, Dark. So he keeps it hidden. Unfortunately, secrets have a way of getting out. In a world of magic, a world of learning that magic, of embracing it and exploring the wonders it can perform, Merlin is different. He's always been different...
SEQUEL to Greater Expectations - Albus and Scorpius have been dating for eight years. It was fantastic. It was perfect. They wouldn't change a thing. Or at least THEY wouldn't. Their friends - or one friend in particular - decided for them that shaking things up a little was definitely a necessity.
The Wizarding World is a changed society after the death of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Two decades after Britain's liberation and witches and wizards are free to pursue the lives they choose, the boundaries upon ideals and expectations unravelling. One of magic can be whatever they want to be. Such is the case for most witches and wizards, anyway. Albus Potter is not one of them...
SEQUEL to Working out the Kinks - Some students refuse to be forgotten. For Tovi Martinoff, Harry Defaux was one of those students. WARNING: mentions of off-screen child abuse.
SEQUEL to Masks of Real Heroes - The war is over. Voldemort is dead. Everything should be better now, shouldn't it? Nothing is ever so easy. Fighting with demons from the past as well as fearing an uncertain future, Harry and Draco wade blindly through the complexities of casual life. Simple? Not in the slightest. For even the little things take some time to work out the kinks.
Five months he'd lasted. Five months Will had managed to keep Nico at Camp Half-Blood, and after those five months he'd thought it was a given that he would stay for good. Evidently he'd been wrong, because when Nico fled past him as though hellhounds nipped at his heels it was to disappear with barely a glance backwards. What had pushed him so badly?
Nearly six months Harry and Draco had been together. Nearly six months Sirius had had to grow accustomed to the fact. And was he accustomed? No. No way in hell. There were some things that a man just couldn't stand for, and his godson dating a Malfoy sat front and centre at the top of his list. But how does one break apart a relationship when the active participants seem to...
Draco retreated after the war. Despite the Wizarding world turning a smiling, forgiving face to any and all with a black name and stained reputation, he wanted none of it. All Draco wanted was to be left alone. Unfortunately for him, Harry Potter doesn't want to leave him alone. And more than that, he finds himself with the most unlikely of house guests that he just can't seem...
One desperate decision has unimaginable consequences. When Harry received his letter at eleven, he turned down the offer to attend Hogwarts. He had to; it was his only chance to escape. Five years later and he feels nothing but regret. Until an incident causes the opportunity to arise once more, and he is finally given the chance to escape that which has smothered him for so long.
With a sudden, unexpected jerk from death into life, Arthur was drawn from the depths of his stasis and thrust into a world of chaos and unfamiliarity. Surrounded by strangers and a city he doesn't know, Arthur is drawn onward into an unfamiliar world by only one thing: a voice, a command, and an urgent sense of desperation.