«tomorrow’s bleeding (fall into your sunlight)»
There was only one rational conclusion: as the last of his kind, it was his duty to change everything; to fix the past, survive the present, and secure a better future. But as the saying goes, terrible things happen to wizards who meddle with time.
Draco Malfoy was no exception.
[ time travel, daemons, Dramione, oh my ]
“You’ll be okay, Harry. You’re a great wizard, you really are.”
“I’m not as good as you.”
«a falling star (fell from your heart & landed in my eyes)»
“You should not be calling me that, it creates unnecessary misunderstandings.”
“What is there to misunderstand? I am your father.”
“If you want to get technical about it, yes, however that was not what I was referring to.” Unperturbed, he pointed out, “I’m not a Black.”
chapter five [10k]: ao3 & ff.net
P.S. Art is from the cover of a Korean web-novel titled You Dare | 네가 감히. It looks so much like Dramione, I was shooketh.
Nightmares 🌙 Commission for @thesuperjane
In the rain 🌧️
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“Requiem and Rhapsody
Chapter 12: Hymn to the living […] More headstones peeked from behind the trees as they dived into the thick of Poplars Ridge, some of them so ancient the granite had been worn by the weather and the moss and...](https://64.media.tumblr.com/eba1186941fa3a5f6da72cd8a3bdf9c4/tumblr_pbwjo6LSq01wtoddlo1_1280.png)
[…] More headstones peeked from behind the trees as they dived into the thick of Poplars Ridge, some of them so ancient the granite had been worn by the weather and the moss and ivy covering it. The fir wand cautiously kept at his side, Draco abandoned all hopes of discretion as their trudging through the dry undergrowth echoed loudly beneath the canopy of branches. The bushes and brownish ferns suddenly parted, and Granger came to a halt a few paces ahead of him, stopping at the edge of a large clearing with a high stone angel rising in its middle. It was little more trimmed than the woods around them but seemed to be the most recent part of the cemetery. The statue and the headstones peppered throughout the sea of tall grass were devoid of moss, and the wreaths of flowers adorning some of them – though frozen and shriveled – must have been brought no more than a couple of weeks before. Granger stood still for a moment, before slowly turning to him, her face oddly frozen.
“It’s a bit farther,” she said quietly as though the place suddenly made her keenly aware of her own voice. “The grave is unnamed, but you’ll recognize it…” […]
The link to the story is in my bio.
Rated M: death, gore, violence, mental disorders, psychological trauma, adult themes. You are warned.
Summary: “They had won the war, but everything in the room screamed of defeat.” The Wizarding world is a sinking ship under the rise of a ruthless Ministry. Believing the Horcrux hunt over, Hermione Granger is proven wrong when she agrees to shelter a dead man walking.
Draco Malfoy did not live. He existed.
(Dramione with a slow burn, post-HP7, EWE.)
«a falling star (fell from your heart & landed in my eyes)»
However, beyond the prosaic fluff, there was a patent dearth of information regarding the events that had transpired in the Department of Mysteries, and absolutely none of them spoke of the Death Eater arrests or their developments. Even The Daily Prophet, that over-priced, rumour-mongering rag, had brushed past the topic with nary a thought.
Why was that? Hermione wondered.
#harry potter series in a nutshell
