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Draco shifts his head as he turns to look at Scorpius, his cheek touching the pillow. "Did you know that…" He pauses, his throat convulsing, and it sounds audible in the silence, besides Michael's steady, even breathing from the other bedroom.
Scorpius is staring back at him, in wait of something new to learn, a beautiful and intelligent child. He has Draco's mind. He has Draco's eyes and nose and mouth and hair. He is his. All his. All he has of Michael are his wild curls and the green of his eyes, and sometimes he looks into them and imagines that they aren't Michael's, but someone else's.
Draco leans his head closer, biting the quiver out of his lips before he breathes a laden and shuddering exhale, and he whispers, "You are my star in a big black sky."
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Fatum Amare by danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess), thejigsawtimess
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
29 Oct 2019
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'Fatum Amare is a rare potion dating back to the fourteenth century. It is believed to have first been invented by Franziska Grindelwald, a witch particularly skilled in crafting potions and spells relating to romance, fate, foretelling, and the reveal of one’s desire.'
Ten years after the Great War, Harry is living a reclusive life as a part-time Potions Professor at Hogwarts, the place he's always called his home. He barely sleeps, is constantly hiding from harems of fangirls, and is usually running late for something, but he's fine - really. Things could be so much worse. That is, until Draco Malfoy, his old arch nemesis, plummets back into his life, behaving bizarrely and actually apologising for things he's done in the past. Still a Slytherin to the core, Draco has no trouble coercing the Wizarding World's resident Saviour-slash-pushover into helping him brew a mysterious potion that has been out of production for hundreds of years. Two weeks, Harry tells himself, that's all. Just two weeks of he and Draco, the man he possibly detests more than anyone else on the planet, alone in a classroom, with a vat of bubbling, steaming potion that smells... is that treacle tart? And... liquorice?
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Draco Abraxas Malfoy is porcelain. His skin is porcelain, with fine china doll eyes, eyes the color of the softest (prettiest) metal. So why hasn’t he broken yet? Why isn’t he in shards around Harry’s feet?
Squibs Marius and Clytemnestra Black do not expect to find the Boy Who Lived living with a muggle family whose business they are trying to court. They especially do not expect him to be living in such horrible conditions, with no knowledge of his wizarding blood or his parents heroics. As such, what other recourse is there but to steal away the child and raise him as he is - a pureblood? And to really cement the whole thing - why not give him a whole new identity as Aries Leviathan Black, son of Sirius Black, while they're at it?
Only one family stands in their way. One family desperate to get their hands on the Black fortune. The Malfoys - specifically, Draco Malfoy, the only other person in the world with any claim to the Black inheritance. And Harry Potter will do anything to break him.
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- Part 1 of Dark Star