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Everyone knows Dementors can take souls, but nothing says that they have to keep them. After the Dementor attack in Little Whinging ends disastrously, Harry must find a place for himself in a new world, fighting a different sort of war against the nascent Voldemort.
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lmao hes going crazy and snow white just surviving in the wilderness
time travel via dememtors kiss is interesting tho> Aberforth stared at him. “You named a thestral ‘Colin’ of all things? Merlin, you’re definitely no Death Eater.”
oooo pretending to be a squib
> “I’m not the sort to welch on a debt,” Harry repeated softly. “How long do you think it’ll take me to work off what I owe you?”
“Three months!” I am somehow going to destroy the world with this.
LMAO oh noo the time space continuum> I – I won my first barfight!
Grinning stupidly, he flopped down to his arse and permitted himself a few moments to bask in his own unexpected awesomeness.
> “I’m sorry it had to happen, and I’m sorry it happened in your place, but I could either try to run and get hurt pretty bad, or take my chances and fight the bastard head-on. I’m not – I’m not sorry about how it went.”
> Harry wanted to ask him why, wanted to ask him how mostly decent people could stand by and watch a kid get hurt – maybe even killed – by a man with a wand who was twice his size. He wanted to ask these things, but looking at Ab now, he realized he already knew the answer.
> Aberforth sat at the bar in shock. The conversation between his sister and the boy had been sweet and upsetting and somehow horrible. Both were so bloody innocent, and the world was not kind to children like them.
> My mum was a thoughtless kid once.
It was an odd realization.
> The boy was standing absolutely still, his hands flat on top of the stove, the smell of searing flesh slowly filling the cramped room. His skin was being burned off, but the boy didn’t move, didn’t utter a sound,
> Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter as long as we have fun.
Not five minutes later Harry realized he was in serious trouble.
“Flaagrah cannot be a word, Hagrid.”
“Sure is! That’s a giant plant from the Andes, that is."
.. dumbledore wanting to kick harry out to muggles so he can keep overhearing intel from dark wizards. tricky...
> We don’t … we don’t look that much alike, was the dumbfounded thought that rang in Harry’s head.
> Snape was right. I don’t care if he’s a bit drunk or not, my dad really was kind of a prick. My mother was stuck-up and my dad was a prick. He suddenly just felt annoyed and thoroughly tired of all this shit.
> could you cast internally in a person so that their blood was filled with soap?”
YES YE YES SEPLL THEORY> “Hey Ab –” he began.
“Shut it.”
“Huh?”
“You’re goin’ to ask me some crazy disturbin’ question about magic. Don’t.”
> This isn’t … this is horrible, he mused sickly before Ab’s voice broke through his haze. Job’s not done yet, boy.
applying the theory (body count:3)> When Albus looked back at him, there was no twinkle in his eyes. “No. No, Ab. I truly am sorry, I am, but I cannot risk the Order to save an old man with a bit of potentially dangerous knowledge and a single boy, even an innocent one.”
> “The arithmetic of your morality is disgusting.” Ab’s voice was deadly, lancing into the gaping emptiness that filled the room.
Albus sank back into his chair, his hand rubbing his eyes. “Perhaps. But making judgments such as that has always been the easy privilege of those who do not have to lead.”
cqnt imagine all the squib kids abused using that legal form
pel telling harry he shouldnt have told them the truth> Squib-Who-Killed.
Harry’s mind screeched into blankness when he heard his new moniker. He could even hear the hyphens.He couldn’t escape the hyphens.
aww auror alice feeling her family retratching their love when they thought she was a squib
> “Now imagine that you’re me. You’re a squib.” Crouch’s eyes grew wider and the Minister tensed. “Are you in the wrong now? Because if you could absolve yourselves of guilt but you can’t absolve me, when there’s only one bloody thing different between us…”
Fuck them.
“… well then, honestly, I think that you’re on a different side in this war than the one you’re claiming to be on.”
> Barty Crouch Sr.’s words echoed in his head. “Do they acquit you because you acted in self-defence, or do they convict you to help stave off a propaganda war they may well not be able to win?”
I guess I have an answer to that. Oh God. Oh God.
ALICE LONGBOTTOM. OMG
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