✨harry james potter masterlist✨
♡︎Rewrite the history - After Harry died in the battle of hogwarts, the reader is traumatised and shocked abut his death, but there is a chance that would make him come back alive. ~ fluff n smut
♡︎Sweet like you - you're eating a lollipop, and harry joins you ~ fluff
♡︎Best day of my life - harry proposes to his girlfriend in a vacation day + the wedding + a short glimpse in the wedding night ~ fluff
♡︎Taking it slow - the first time you and harry try sex toys ~ smut
♡︎Lovely morning - cuddly sunday mornings with harry turns into a whole sex session <3 ~ smut x fluff
♡︎Best dads, best lessons - james catches his son trying to pleasure his girlfriend, and he gives him a fingering lesson while discovering new kinks~ dark smut
♡︎Christmas gift - you give harry a very special gift for christmas. maybe he will eventually return it ;) ~ smut
♡︎Jealousy, jealousy - after the war, harry proposes to y/n and ginny is jealous about it ~ angst
♡︎Little Potter - you always liked to make love with harry, but after a few failed nights you found out it was something more then love ~ smut x fluff
~ i’m not writing for harry anymore, sorry guys !
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Ancestral Chapter 20
A shorter chapter today. Written for ectober 2023 day 26: cult.
“What– How? How could you possibly do that?” asked Danny. “How could you even be sure it’d show up on a– In a ghost’s clothing?”
“What?” asked Matthew. “The Key?”
“Yes, the Key,” said Danny. “It’s supposed to do that?”
“Yes,” said Gwensyvyr. “I helped create the enchantment myself. It isn’t the only one on the key.”
“The compass part?” guessed Danny.
Gwensyvyr nodded. “There is already a construct of magic in it, and that makes it so that it stays with the one who carries it, if they should become a ghost, until it is touched by a syvyr of our line.” She shrugged. “I could show you the schematic, but I fear it would not mean much to you.”
“I mean…” Danny trailed off. “Probably not. I guess. But… why? And is it a new key, or–?”
“Oh, we could have done that. In some ways it would have been easier. But, no. This is the same key, brought from a distance.”
“But… why?”
“Because it is in the nature of those who fight to die, and sometimes far from home,” said Gwensyvyr. It would be… ill advised to leave any Key in the hands of the enemy.”
“Danny,” said Jazz. “What are they saying?”
“Oh,” said Danny. “Oops.” He quickly summarized the conversation from the point where he’d stopped acting as a go-between.
“What did they mean by the ‘last Key?’” asked Jazz. She seemed to be the only one put together enough to really ask questions. “Vivian, do you know?”
Vivian shrugged and shook her head. “That’s just what they said.”
“I don’t like that,” said Matthew. “There are other Great Gate Keys, but they should be… they aren’t out and about where anyone could get them.” He bit down on his lip then started typing on his phone.
“So,” said Eugene. “Who were they? The people who…”
“I don’t know,” said Vivian. “Evil bastards.” She blinked tears from her eyes that vanished as they fell.
“I have a thought of who they might be,” said Gwensyvyr. “Or who they might originally have been. It is suspicion, only, mind, and to understand you must learn a history that has been forgotten.”
Everyone leaned in again, as if that would make them hear better, faster. Danny saw hands on knife hilts and fists bunched in clothing.
“You remember, Dannyl, Yazmyn, what I have said before: all kinds of people leave ghosts. The House of Dyrys has old enemies. Enemies as old as I am.”
“The viking kings,” said Lewis. “The ones who killed your husband.”
Gwensyvyr raised a finger. “A little too fast, grandson, but, yes.” She let her finger fall back to the surface of the table with a tap. One that, by the flinches, everyone heard, not just Danny. “It is difficult to speak of even now, and there are rites older even than myself which I have tried to follow, though the years flow like sand in a glass. Needs must.
“You know some of my story. I was born on Myz, near what is now Sy Roch. Then I was called only Gwenn, for my hair was as white then as it is now.” She touched one of her braids, pulling it back behind her ear. “We were not one country, then. Nor were we even nine countries. There were few raiders in those days, and no one desired to be beholden to another. Yet even so, there were things we had in common. Language, names, rites, knowledge, and the knowledge that is beyond knowledge. So when a priestess of the sacred pool came from Myrgyn to seek a successor for one who had passed, it was considered a blessing and an honor.
“There were nine of us. Three for the pool itself. Three for the spring that fed it. Three for the apple tree that grew on its banks. They were wondrous things. Their magic was apparent by sight alone. They glowed with it. Some days, when the stars were right and the correct sacrifices were made, the surface of the pool would glow green, and become a door to the beyond. A drop of the water of the spring in the mouth of the living might cause one to see spirits. A drop in the mouth of a dead body might cause it to seem to live again for a time. A drop in the mouth of a spirit - or mere proximity - might cause them to be seen and heard and other things besides.”
Definitely a portal, then.
“The tree bore red apples and green, as you might see on any tree, but it also grew apples of gold and silver. The silver apples could heal any ailment. The gold granted power.”
Gwensyvyr paused. “It was a matter of great importance that the pool and its gifts be guarded. Some few could be granted to any who asked. But even something as small a bird or a fly that fell into the pool, or a worm that ate of an apple, could become a horror. Evil, vile things would come from the pool as often as the good, or they traveled from elsewhere to seek it out for their own ends.”
“You were doing what I do in Amity,” said Danny, before he could stop himself. “You were guarding a portal.”
“I’m not altogether sure what you are doing in Amity,” said Gwensyvyr, “but it would not surprise me if it were so.”
Danny ducked his head, feeling eyes on the back of it. Everyone was looking at him. He knew it. He was going to have to explain that in more depth before too long.
“But when I was not much older than you, the vikings came. They came with great ships, with weapons, and with their own magic-weavers. And, of course, we fought back. We had our own weapons, we had our magic, and the sacred pool at our backs. For some years, this was enough. And yet even these things could not stall our enemy forever. Not when he had been eying the riches of Myrgyn and the bounty of the sacred pool. One by one, my sister-priestesses were killed, and I ran to the only escape I had available.”
“The portal,” said Danny, starting to see where this was going. He swallowed back nausea.
“Yes. The pool. I was not fast enough. With one foot in the pool and one on the shore, I was felled by an ax. But I fell forward, and that was sacrifice enough. The pool granted me its gifts, and by extension, life. But I was so very weak, and when I crawled from the pool, the raiders were still there.
“They did not recognize me as one they had slain - who would? They had not even truly seen my face. Instead, they took me as a slave for themselves, and took me to the one who had led them. The one who, in those days, thought to make himself a king.”
“He called himself Erik the Dark in those days, though I learned enough of him later to know that had not always been his name. But Erik was a name for kings, and so he took it. In this age, you might know him by another.
“Pariah Dark.”
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