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cursedonyx · 4 months
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Rushed lil doodle from Chapter 35 of my fic. Flipped because for some reason it looks better this way.
Links to the fic and my other nonsense in my masterlist
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binvibin · 2 months
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me when i remember barty never actually died
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in-flvx · 6 months
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Yk how dementors have their breeding grounds in dark and fucked up places or smth?
Imagine them as even more parasitic than they already are, by having them put their eggs or whatever into people they feed off of. So when the dementor larva hatches it can directly eat the soul of its host
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deathlysallows · 10 months
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I took actual Sebastian to Azkaban with me
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He doesn't belong here guys, theres blood on the floor in a lot of these rooms 😭 it's medieval punishment.
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(We dont have access to the prison clothes so I put him in the pyjamas 🤣 they use the same design so why not...)
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hogwartslegacypics · 8 months
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i love the detail they put into the dementors! would have been cool if we could come across them in the highlands and have to cast a patronus charm
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evawritesstuff · 4 months
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* Scorpius thinking of Albus at the sight of a dementor*
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casasupernovas · 10 months
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actual footage of everyone's reaction to barty crouch jr being kissed by the dementor:
cornelius fudge:
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minerva mcgonagall:
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severus snape:
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and then dumbledore when he realised that they no longer have any evidence:
bonus - the dementor:
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starchaserdreams · 5 months
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Great view of Azkaban from this ship
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Looking at it, I'm just like yeah, a dog could escape that so easily 😂
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hptheboywholived · 5 months
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Avada Kedavra - by Mr Potato
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dragoneyes618 · 6 months
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I don't know why I never made the connection until now that Ginny was so badly affected by the dementors, worse than the others except Harry, because of the diary.
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maidofdarkness23 · 6 months
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Would a Dementor be able to suck out Skulduggery's soul? Like, could it?
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mkmgwrites · 9 months
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Voldemort has won. The Order has fallen. Harry Potter is dead.
Five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione Granger is pulled from Azkaban and forced to compete in the Dark Tournament against fellow fallen Order Members.
The Goblet of Shadows assigns each high ranking Death Eater a Champion. The Champion who wins the games will get to go free and their master, one of Voldemort’s Scions, will have secured their position as his Successor.
With Hermione being assigned to Draco Malfoy, the highest ranking Scion, she may have a chance.
There can only be one victor, one survivor and one shot at freedom.
Let the games begin.
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thissweetenamor · 7 months
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ihsnamih · 2 years
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uefb · 7 months
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New fic (2 chapters up!): Hope is the thing with feathers x
Summary: The month before the invasion of Normandy (D-Day), Newt Scamander is spotted working suspicious magic near a meeting of Muggle and Wizarding political leaders in London. The problem, of course, is that Newt Scamander is nowhere near London but, instead, over 14,000 kilometers away in the middle of the Pacific. But "desperate times call for desperate measures" (and even Tina and Theseus aren't entirely above scrutiny this go round), so Newt finds himself rather unsurprisingly compromised. // As usual, everyone else is dismayed to find Dumbledore may or may not have a plan at all, while the clock on Newt's life—-and the joint Muggle-Wizard military action years in the making—-begins to quickly tick.
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Chapter 1 opening scene:
Wednesday, May 3, 1944 / Seatown, Dorset, England, UK
Porpentina Goldstein Scamander prided herself on being somewhat unflappable, but her brother-in-law grabbing her by the arm as she emerged from St. Mungo’s with her daughter before spinning them off in a whirl of apparition was certainly not on the list of things she had been expecting to encounter on her day off... A vomiting child, a misbehaving diricawl—even an absent husband or Muggle airstrike—she’d prepared for, but this?
Well, suffice it to say, she definitely blamed nearly bursting into tears after smacking Theseus upside the head upon their rematerialization in Dorset on the exhaustion inherent to solo-parenting an ill toddler.
“What the hell, Theseus?!”
But Theseus only shushed her, dragged her and Leora—who was understandably wailing in displeasure at the surprise apparition—up the back-steps of the Scamander Goldstein farmhouse, before gingerly disentangling her arms from Leora while shouting for Queenie and Jacob. It was, however, a broadly grinning, 9-year-old Gideon who came pounding into the room, before he took one look at his uncle’s face and immediately ran out the front door to the beach, screaming for his parents.
“I swear to high heaven, Theseus Scamander—what is going on?!”
Theseus bounced Leora on his hip and wordlessly summoned a plush toy from her room to distract her (a niffler made by Queenie for her birthday) as he focused on Tina intently. “You remember how we made that little emergency plan last year? After Newt was bitten by that kelpie—”
“Moira,” Tina supplied absently.
“Yes, Moira — and then he was criminally charged with all sorts of made-up things by that rat in his own department, which put our entire task force’s security at risk?”
“Yes,” said Tina with a suspicious frown, and she reached out to take Leora back from her uncle, crossing to the kitchen for the small refrigerator, where she pulled out a pyrex container of fruit Newt had chopped and charmed for freshness before he’d left to travel.
Theseus stared at her as if waiting for the other shoe to drop and—after a moment—it abruptly did.
“Now, wait a second—”
She summoned the pair of child-sized earmuffs Lally had made to silence adult voices and shoved them onto Leora’s head before settling her in a high chair and dumping the fruit out on its tray. Leora began talking to herself as she played with the fruit, and when Tina looked back to him, Theseus was grimacing.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Unfortunately not, sister mine…” he answered grimly.
“Is this all because of the thing last year, then?”
“More like the thing next month, but seeing as that’s also related… Yes.”
Tina peered out the window to check if Queenie and Jacob were responding to their son’s summons yet, but the only thing in sight was one of Newt’s half-trained half-kneazles innocently gamboling through the grasses (though a mildly predatory look flitted across its face). X
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Toxic people can be toxic without even realizing it. Bad energy stay far away..
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