to all those who can still see me on this blog, i’m over @fireboltz bc tumblr shadow banned me
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@fireboltz
THE FROSTY WINTER BREEZE HITTING THE BACK OF HER NECK was a welcomed discomfort in the wake of her freshly trimmed hair; now a blunt line just under her ears. she felt better - freer - like a weight from her shoulders was finally lifted, if only a fraction of it. it was easier to look at herself in the mirror now & know it was her looking back & not the scared little girl willing to do whatever monstrosities were asked of her just to see her family alive & well.
she took another drag of her cigarette, watching the smoke float up into the air for a moment from where she sat one a lone bench just a few feet away from the daunting doors of the ministry of magic. shifting the hand stuffed into the pocket of her coat to look at her watch, she watched the hands move with a slow tic tic tic & a frown on her face. there was barely anyone out this early in the morning - hell she wasn’t even supposed to be here this early - but the malfoy heiress was struck by a very rare burst of anxiety, seeing as it was her first day on the job as an auror. normally she would burst through the doors with her head held high, confidence dripping off her like a waterfall & not a glance towards any witch or wizard hell bent on letting her former status as a death eater cloud their view of her.
but this was … different. she had her whole life planned out before the war. a cushy life behind the marbled walls of malfoy manor until she was married to whichever well-mannered pureblood boy her parents carefully picked out for her & being a housewife just as she was trained to be, then pushing out a heir for the family, & hopefully dying of old age.
for obvious reasons, lyra was no longer happy with that pretty little picture her parents hammered into her head since she was a child. hence, this newfound hesitance when faced with the new life she picked for herself. an auror ( not that they made it easy seeing as she was a death eater despite not baring the dark mark ) & an amazing one at that because a malfoy wasn’t allowed to be anything less than the best. but even with her self - assured attitude there was still a tremble in her hands at the thought that this was a mistake - one she wouldn’t be able to fix or bounce back from.
with a sigh she stubbed out her cigarette in the trash can near the bench, now stuffing both hands into her �� pocket & … waiting until it was finally time for her to begin her first day on the job.
harry’s appearance had grown shaggier since he left hogwarts... no one had ever called him careful in how he looked, with hair that only begrudgingly tolerated a comb, and a face that had swept itself into a harsh point, but there was something about him these days that looked particular untended to: nothing dirty, of course, just the vague fingerprints of lavender sleeplessness, his cheeks had turned sallow and puffed, a posture that had sunken into itself. HE LOOKED TIRED. and when he stared at the mirror, the boy that stared back seemed to be a phantom version of himself.
the future had only ever existed as a vague concept to harry, too big and too daunting to be anything but another fathomless dream... he wasn’t even sure he’d live long enough to get a future. death had been his burden to bear, his promised legacy [he was a child of the eater - of - death, the protected son being led towards a greater slaughter, where the world was laid barren if his life continued]. he had lived his life thinking only of the now, unable to comprehend a world where he lived. AND THEN HE LIVED. he had been granted a second chance at this life... a third, almost. his listlessness had landed him as an auror, the job opportunity practically thrown into his lap.
he found himself early on the day of his match - up, his first mission, the walls of the ministry of magic looking more daunting than before. wasn’t it supposed to be the opposite way around? that age would make everything around him far less terrifying? he glanced up at the building and wondered how anyone in the world could find comfort here. it was the type of place designed to make people a little uneasy, he was sure of that. wandering into distraction, he coughs when cigarette smoke attacks him. a haze of milk grey wafts itself into his face, his hand lifted to bat it all away. there’s a cough stuck in his throat, a glare warding his face against the stranger. the smoke parts and reveals a face, a little older than he last saw it, her hair shorter, but still as haughty as ever. lyra.
his eyebrows knit together at the sight of her, taken aback by her as if she were an intruder... ‘ lyra? ’ there’s a quick air of disbelief upon his tongue that he tries to clear away as quick as he can, but it lingers -- strawberry - fresh and tasting of rot itself. ‘ what the bloody hell are you doing here? ’
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melancholya:
tongue presses against the hardness of the sweet in his mouth, white teeth flashing bright grin before an amused shrug answers the kid, ❛ i’m not giving you an headstart, i’m giving you a chance to get out of this alive, ❜ harry is a fourth year, he should have never been allowed into that dangerous game. plus, cedric is nothing if not a passive competitor : he doesn’t mind winning but he despises doing it against weak opponents. ❛ after all, you didn’t have to tell me about the dragons, now did you ? ❜ the sweet is mint flavored, fresh scent upon tastebuds that clear his head.
the faint hit of a blush flash - bangs its way across his cheeks, the rush of a small shrug becoming his body... the plush scent of mint and honey, cedric and harry, worms itself into the air between them: he sips the taste of companionship from this moment, trying to hold it between his hands [it’s nice to think that not everyone in hogwarts had turned against him... that he still had friends in unlikely corners]. ‘ it was only right that i did. besides, there’s no use in having competition that isn’t up to your standards. might as well throw you a bone every now and again. ’
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greedworn:
FINGERS FLEX AGAINST THE CROW HEAD OF HIS CANE AS HE STANDS TALL , DARK EYES FIXED ON HIM . “ i have an artifact that needs to be … cleansed . ” kaz isn’t sure about just how useful the man in front of him might be , but he is right . he can’t go through the normal , official & very legal channels . in fact , he prefers if no one knows the object is in his possession in the first place . “ it’s cursed , & even though i’m not sure if that is a speciality of yours , i will pay well for your troubles . ”
harry wasn’t the usual choice for backroom dealings... his aura seems to sparkle a little too cleanly, the dazzle of gold that clings to his skin, as if the name golden boy was a little too literal [no one would suppose his godfather went by the name black, that his fingers curled around the criminal underbelly like a vice]. ‘ an artifact... you’re skimping around the details because you’re worried i’ll say no, aren’t you? ’ his smile is open, the crinkle of his brow speaking of good humour. ‘ tell me what it is and i’ll name my price. ’
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dvaurga:
❛ i think a little startling would be rather helpful in this situation , actually . ❜ the witch’s pace had quickened as the pair neared the main field of the compound. despite the haste of her movements zoya’s face remained impassive as a cool marble facade ━ pristine and polished though there was sweat beginning to bead on her brow due to the sudden activity . ❛ what do you intend to use the dragon for ? ❜ in the heart of the beast enclosures a ring of keys is produced from a glittering chain around her waist which shimmered in and out of sight as the light made contact with the metal . A WAY TO WARD OF THIEVES THOUGH THE OTHER WIZARD SEEMED TO MANAGE JUST FINE WITHOUT THE AID OF WANDERING HANDS . ❛ my uncle chooses most of the names and he has an odd sense of humor ━ but that really isn’t important at the moment , is it ? ❜ halting before a sleeping welsh green dragon the keeper hushes her tone even in the heat of her vexation . ❛ are you going to answer my question or not ? i can’t equip you very well if i have no idea what you have in store this dragon . ❜ this attack tactic would have to be far from conspicuous with the aid of her creatures and she would not put any of the animals under her care in harm’s way willingly if i could be avoided . ❛ i am hoping you have a more clever strategy outside of your initial kidnapping . ❜
harry tries to get his bearing about him as he falls into step beside her, thankful that his haphazard attempt at a plan had even gotten him this far... he’d have to find a way to rub that in ron and hermione’s faces when he next saw them [ha, look how well i can do without you guys!]. ‘course, they were on much more life - threatening business right now, most likely, so he might have to hold his tongue until he did something a little more impressive... like stop a kidnapping. EASIER SAID THAN DONE. ‘ the little one? i’m thinking of keeping him as a pet. maybe training him to do tricks... he doesn’t like that idea -- you were talking about the big one, weren’t you? ’ a wince, a small attempt at a smile. then a frown appears when he realises that he shouldn’t be smiling at all... this was serious business [and harry was a very serious man, when all was said and done... probably]. ‘ the big dragon, the, uh, the one that isn’t this one... as conspicuous as you can make a dragon, which i know isn’t very. fire would be useful, or ice, or anything that can destroy great big patches of land. keen eye - sight. something that won’t try to kill me the second it gets a chance. kill us, i suppose. ’
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melancholya:
her smile is soft &. full of kindness for him, light of humor he manages to brighten her eyes with. head softly tilts, gently shaking before a sip of coffee warms her tongue. harry has been plagued with nightmares, for a long time, his sleep has been nothing but haunted : she should not complain, should not speak of the toll it takes on her when it’s barely been a few months since the end of the war. but lying to harry would be betrayal, to hide herself from him would be to lie to herself : if she starts doing just that, she will completely lose herself. &. she can’t, for she has a world to fix, parents to give memories back to you, hermione still has the weight of the world on her shoulders &. she feels like falling apart. ❛ i’m tired, harry. ❜ it pours out of her mouth, as if she had been holding it back for too long. there is too much in those three little words : physical and mental exhaustion, a wound that keeps on bleeding, a fear that simply never leaves her bones. ❛ i’m tired of those people asking us to help, to fix things, to do this and that. i’m tired to meet people i don’t know and that seems to know so much about me. i want peace. for a little while, ❜ she hates the way her eyes plead with him but there’s despair too : she feels like she’s run out of options.
harry has learned what exhaustion feels like, an intimate friend haunting his worst nights... everyone has told him that healing was a slow process. that it took time to become whole again, that you had to piece yourself back together, outlining the pock - marked bruises and the raised cuts until he had the strength to smooth them back into place [the first step is identification, they all said: harry identified himself as tired... he couldn’t be anything else when exhaustion filled him so entirely]. so when hermione echoes the same sentiment that hangs inside of him, he can do nothing but deepen his frown and reach out for her. his hand finds her lower back, trying to throw as much physical comfort as possible into the touch. he rubs small circles, drawing his worried eyebrows together. ‘ i know... i know what it feels like. i think we’re the only people --- you, me, and ron --- that could ever really understand it. ’ the sentiment might sound lonely, but it isn’t. this is all he’s ever needed. ‘ you think running away is going to give us peace, though? i’ll go, if you want me to. you know i will. but i don’t want you to go away, thinking it’ll solve everything, and be let down when you come back. ’
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thsndlves:
still swaying, she can’t help but giggle. ❛ calm down, harry, you’re gonna’ make us look like amateurs —— oh shite, he’s coming over! ❜ despite her words to him, in that moment, 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌. she straightens up right beside him, looking like a pair of startled meerkats they are, as the man… well, the man… walks right past the both of them. there’s a long moment of silence as ginny chews her lip, watching him approach another guy at the other side of the bar. the redhead blinks…
❛ —— well… 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄. ❜
harry straightens his shoulders, trying to focus his gaze straight ahead... he feels like a race - hound tucked away into the slips, nervous energy resting like an open mouth against his skin [and as if their lives were ripped straight out of a comedy, the man walks right past them: he doesn’t even spare a look towards them]. it shocks a laugh from him, short and low. the palm of his hand moves to dull his laughter, pressing against his mouth as his shoulders shake free from their strict posture. ‘ looks like he wasn’t looking at either of us. that makes sense. what a lark. ’
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‘ oh, harry no! not to ward them off, to collect up the pickles so they don’t get scared. imagine if you never received any cat visitors… that would be terribly unfortunate, harry. ’ her brows arch upwards in genuine sadness imagining a cat - free existence for her friend. ‘ i can watch if that’s what you want, harry. or i could help you put away these groceries? i’ve never put away muggle groceries before —— what wonders lie in these little paper bags, hm? ’
a look of pure fright passes over harry’s features as she offers to help with the groceries... luna was always so painfully sweet, it almost felt unfair to turn her down --- it also felt like the only option he had if he wanted to keep his groceries and his kitchen in tact. he picked up a cloth and started wiping down the surface, throwing the pickles back into the jar when he came across them. ‘ i promise you that the pickles aren’t getting scared. you don’t have to worry about that. ’ he throws her a smile, offering a small shrug. ‘ let me finish up here and we can put them away together... merlin, you really know how to make a mess. ’
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i headcanon lily to have a thick, working class accent, so any verse where he grows up with lily, well -- harry has it, too.
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hufflepffs:
“ … you’re in the greenhouse. ” An eyebrow raised ever so slightly, twitching in confusion at him. They were surrounded by all sorts of magical plants, in the school’s greenhouse. It was hard not to notice. “ Are you alright ? ”
harry’s eyebrows drew closer together, giving a timid glance around his shoulders... no one’s ever accused him of being a good liar, just a liar [and it was only really the slytherins who called him that to begin with]. ‘ i think i might have hit my head. ’ great, harry! more lies.
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starter call.
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curscd:
@fireboltz / sc.
“ i hate that i let you down and i feel so bad about it. ”
‘ you didn’t let me down... don’t say something like that. ’ it’s with a sigh that the words escape him, a hand reaching out to press against her shoulder. it’s the only comfort he knows how to offer: his words might sound tricky in his mouth, a buried tombstone being finally unearthed, but his hands are still. this body, at least, is unshakable. ‘ you did good. ’
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epochl:
she brightens her lips with a smile , paints them with an expression that seems to take over the expanse of her face , always finding a way back to lighter matters . she’s always been the one to shine bright for everyone else , found hollows in her ribs where she can carry a lamp if the people around her need it . but at least with quidditch , its easy to find the good , to fall into the fact that it seems unchanging in nature , an ever present constant . a new broom is always an excitement , and that never seems to have to change .
❝ we should probably stick to quidditch for the time being , seems a bit better in the long run . ❞
angela always seems to shine, a pleasant warmth wrapping around the moments where harry wasn’t strong enough to fight away the darkness... if she has a lamp between her ribs, harry has too much heart stuffed there [he doesn’t believe empathy to be a sign of weakness but, by merlin, sometimes it hurts so deeply that he isn’t sure he’ll feel alive ever again]. ‘ you’re starting to sound like wood. i feel like i should give you a salute whenever you walk by. ’ harry laughs, knees hitting the back of a desk. he pulls himself up on it, hands resting light in his lap. ‘ it’s nice that you still play. i don’t have the time for it anymore. ’
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i walked from revelation to revelation , through green flame , 𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐸𝐷 𝑀𝑂𝑈𝑁𝑇𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆 , every aching famine , ⅋ here i am anyway , stronger than all of it . / ORIGINAL HARRY POTTER CHARACTER by nini .
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plotting call.
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vanitys:
❝ you’d better hurry — or you’re gonna be late. ❞ cheeky grin spreads over gentle features, obsidian locks cascading down her back. honeyed irises flickered from the building crowds down the hall they were meant to pass — excitement for some new kind�� of performance kept secret.
@fireboltz 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃.
harry gathers his bag over his shoulder, a finger held out towards her... half reprimand and half grin, the potter classic. ‘ if i’m late, you’re going to be late, too. we’re in the same class. ’ he adjusts his bag and nods his head down the corridor, grin twisting into a smirk. ‘ race you? ’
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