Sirius looks mortified when he sees his younger brother, his eyes red and puffy, much like his cheeks. James has tried relentlessly to get him to stop crying on their way here, but by the time they arrived home, he’d figured out that it was an impossible mission.
Regulus isn’t making much sense. He constantly moves back and forth between crying fits and moments of what James could only describe as pure bliss. The sedatives that were administered to him are still playing their part, but the doctor had assured him it would only last for a couple of hours.
So there he stands, holding on to James’ jumper, looking rather ridiculous with the bandage around his head that is meant to keep the cold packs in place. It’s supposed to reduce the swelling, the doctor had explained. James had made sure to take a selfie with him before they got here. Might come in handy sometime.
After a moment of stalling, Regulus finally lets go of James’ sleeve and crosses the room to get to his brother, who’s lounging on the sofa. Remus, seated next to him, tries to stifle a chuckle when Sirius awkwardly accepts the hug Regulus is giving him.
“Now tell him how much you love him.”
James takes off his jacket, smirking as he puts it away.
“I don’t.” Regulus mutters begrudgingly, wiping at his nose.
“That’s not what you said in the car, love.”
Regulus directs him a weak glare, turning away from Sirius. James lifts an eyebrow, walking up to the pair that’s still entangled in a half-hearted hug. One second Regulus’ is positively scowling at him, and the next he’s a sobbing mess again, turning back to Sirius and hiding his face in his shoulder.
“I love you.” He murmurs into his jumper. “You’re all I have.”
Now, James would like to take offence at that, but he doesn’t. The brothers have come a long way, and while the connection they have is not perfect, it’s real. It’s pure.
Sirius’ eyes soften in an instant, and he too scowls at James. But then he properly wraps his arms around Regulus, holding him as he cries.
“I love you too, of course…” He says quietly.
Remus looks up from his book and gives him a meaningful look. James shrugs. Is he ready for the wrath of the Black brothers once this is over? Probably not. But for now, he’s quite pleased with himself.
Absolutely insane to me that during the Battle of Hogwarts Draco goes missing without leave, against Voldemort's orders, and both his mother and Voldemort himself immediately assume that he's gone to find Harry Potter.
And they're right.
Narcissa asks Harry if Draco is alive because she assumes Harry will have seen him.
And Voldemort suggests to Lucius that Draco has left to befriend Harry Potter and sounds indifferent but thoroughly unconvinced when Lucius tries to say Draco would never do that.
(Lucius probably mentally flashes back to how Draco spent the entire summer after first year talking nonstop about Harry Potter like 😬 😬 😬)
You know the drarry is blatant when even Lord Voldemort notices it.
He missed Snape's lifelong love for Lily but as soon as Draco went missing he was like 'bet he's with Harry Potter.' Absolutely wild. Of course he's also got a mental connection to Harry. So maybe being exposed to 7 years worth of Harry's thoughts and opinions about Draco's appearance, mood, and actions finally clued him into the fact that maybe something was up.
Draco watches Harry's patronus with bright eyes and an awed smile, before catching sight of Harry standing beyond the trees, and then his face melts into something entirely different. - Temptation on the Warfront ch 20 by alizarincrimson
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Dude I just read this fic and it went so crazy I had to make some art for it!!! I want to draw more scenarios from this fic because omg.. but work has picked up so it might be a bit before I can indulge ;_; <3
summary: it’s just been one of those days, and you seek out matthéo to make it better.
pairing: best friend! (but maybe something more?) matthéo x reader
warnings: nothing really!! just some very vague mentions of anxiety related thingssss
note: another lil baby matthéo blurb!! just love-sick théo being an absolute softie for reader :’)))) also if you’re new here - i headcanon matthéo as french (hence the accent on the e!! so his name would be pronounced muh-tay-o, and théo would be tay-o bc i think it’s a cute nick name) okay okay anyways hope you enjoy!! feel free to submit hp requests (marauders or original era!! no smut!! <3)
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with a quiet little sigh, you knock at the door of the boy’s dormitory. you’re filled to the brim with nervous energy, fingers worrying at the sleeves of your sweater as you wait.
after what feels like a near lifetime, the door swings open with a loud, familiar groan. matthéo stands on the other side, and the mere sight of your best friend causes you to lose any semblance of composure.
before he can even so much as say hello, you’re throwing your arms around his neck. “woah - hey” he stumbles back but quickly steadies himself, wrapping tentative arms around your waist. “what’s wrong?” his voice is soft in a way it only ever is around you, and it takes everything in you not to break down and cry.
“bad day” you murmur weakly into the fabric of his t-shirt. your voice is muffled, but his arms tighten around you in silent understanding. “i just feel weird”
“d’you wanna talk about it?”
you make an awkward attempt at a shrug, arms still wrapped firmly around matthéo’s neck. “i don’t think so.”
“okay. that’s alright.” he’s quiet for a few seconds, one hand stroking up and down the length of your spine absentmindedly. “is there anything you need?”
you sigh softly as you pull away from matthéo. your arms fall back to your sides, and you try to ignore the way one of his hands remains firmly on your waist. “can i just… stay here for a little?”
his lips turn upwards in the barest hint of a grin. “you can stay as long as you’d like.”