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this softness (a knife, a knife, a knife) by Nocturnememory
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
01 Mar 2021
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I was with you, he says, with his fingers ghosting along her scar. Right here, always.
She’s curled up against his side, Tales of Beetle the Bard, sits splayed open on the other half of the bed, but there’s no story she likes hearing more than the one he’ll tell her and only her, in the low light of her bedroom, half-asleep and pressed up as close as she can get to him.
I had to put myself back together, he’ll say, with his fingers on her cheek or her scar, his voice this low-rolling thing that fills her up so nicely, rumbling out of his chest and into her. You were my little guide in the dark for all my scattered parts.
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what i have vowed (i will make good) by Nocturnememory
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
11 Oct 2020
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There is no moment of realisation.
No sudden, flickering light.
It sits heavy, iron in the blood, a magnetic pull—there’s a boy with a flop of dark, propping himself up against the rungs of his crib and she thinks, as her heart starts to beat steady and sure—
Oh, there you are.(In which, Harrie and Tom grow up together and the past (or the future) is a not so distant thing.)
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so they dug your grave (at the mess you made) by Nocturnememory
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
17 May 2020
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On their first day of Auror training, Alastor Moody held them all at wand-point.
He’d said, are you ready to die for what you stand for?
He’d said, are you ready to kill for what you stand for?
And Sirius had thought about a girl in a newspaper, about his mother’s voice, about her wand-point, about the taste of a Cruciatus, about—
Being eleven years old and knowing you hate your family enough to leave them. Of standing beneath a hat and begging it to put you anywhere but a sea of green and black because being Black meant being Pure and he’s never felt pure a day in his life and please, please don’t put me there—
About sliding onto a bench seat, feeling like you might throw up, feeling like you’re on a last march towards a guillotine because you’re a dead boy in a red, silk-collared noose and your mother is going to kill you, she will, but you can’t—
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i'm not supposed to speak to strangers (but we've met before) by Nocturnememory
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
17 May 2020
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He watches the boy from afar and the boy grows and grows and yet, does not grow at all quick enough. He’s a wilful thing with a mouth full of sunshine and something sweeter, all candy-apple red, sticky on the tongue.
But he’s supposed to be a God-king’s downfall, undoing, the thorn in the immortal side.
So, Voldemort watches and thinks, fine, Little Thorn, I’ll show you a prick.
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James’ fingers spread wide, slowly like he’s afraid to move too quickly, like there’s something sacred beneath his palm and deserves worship in the quietest of ways.
Nothing more than a whisper, lips to a rosary.
Hold on, Harry, he says, hold on.
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James and Lily and the prophecy.
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A recently orphaned Halia Potter begins school at Hogwarts after spending sixteen years in the Department of Mysteries. A certain Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is tasked to look after her, and discovers that they are connected in ways even he could never have imagined.
What could possibly go wrong?
Fem!Harry, Prof!Tom, Soulmate AU
Bookmarked by Cosmoknots (Nocturnememory)
16 Nov 2019
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“Are you afraid of me, Harry?”
His mouth opened, but no words came. His mind blanked, his cheeks draining completely of whatever color had stained them in response to the curious note of Riddle's voice. It sounded innocuous enough. Harmless with how casual she’d asked the question, but Harry knew better.
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