Wanted to share this Golden trio fluff:
Who was Harry Potter anyways? The Chosen One? The Boy-who-lived? The Saviour and Golden Boy of the Wizarding World?
Did the press actually got it right when they wrote pieces about him? Could they know what kind of person he was by amounting together the major events on his life?
Could he?
Did Hermione and Ron knew who his best friend was? During those nights filled with dread when the dead became living and the living bled to death, did they know?
When they took his hand and slept right there besides him, whispering sweet nothings until he fell asleep again—could they describe who he was with the same certainty one would talk about the lush and green hills in Scotland?
Mione watched him with that look of hers; one of unwavering faith. Her eyes softening as she lulled him to sleep.
The moonlight filtered through the tiny gap between the curtains back in his room in Grimmauld Place, illuminating the seven freckles scattered in her nose and cheeks. A hundred years could pass and he’d still be able to trace those freckles to memory, like one traces the starts and constellations in the nightsky. She’d stay there for hours, stroking his hair and drawing silly patterns in his skin. Like a mother would. Soft fingertips and soothing lullabies.
With the tenderness of a mother, the devotion of a lover and the undying loyalty of a friend.
In those moments he could be sure of one thing: Hermione Granger knew exactly who Harry Potter was: His best friend, the person looking back at her with grief and open adoration.
And Ron. Ron held him while Mione grounded him and brought him back to Earth. Soft breath tickling his neck. He was too tall for the bed, so most times his feet stayed dangling from the edge.
Ron was home, Ron was family.
Ron was the first person to ever say I love you, chubby cheeks bouncing as he smiled. Honest in his love like only kids are.
There wasn’t much of that Ron in the 6’2 ft tall man that layed besides him. Except maybe his eyes. They were blue, blueblueblue, round and big and completely sincere. Every emotion Ron felt reflecting back on them.
Violent but oh so soft. Harry had never seen the ocean, but he reckoned that’s how it looked like.
His presence was enough to make the world stop spinning, so he stayed with them: A hand in his arm or a leg tangled between Mione’s.
Always touching.
His silence saying more than a million words could.
I’m not going anywhere Harry. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever again.
But so they knew? Did they even care?
You’re every Harry love, the ones you like and the ones you don’t
Harry Potter was the guy that passed the Auror official test in record time. The one that spent a year hiding the clues of his slow descent into insanity under red leather robes and tightly wrapped bandages.
Harry Potter was the man who stayed alone in New Year’s Eve changing napies and falling asleep besides his godson as he burnt in fever.
It was the five year old boy that one day came home from school with a carefully written card he’d dedicated to his aunt on Mother’s Day.
It was the boy who loved to fly. That felt more free in the air than any place on Earth. The one that enjoyed the breeze against his hair and the feeling of wood under his fingers.
It was the man that spent half a year in muggle parties with his best friend’s sister fucking his way through London. High with the thrill of anonymity and pissed out of his mind.
The man more scared of his own shadows than he was of any threat out there.
The one that stood in front of Voldemort when he was 17 and killed him like he was born to do so.
Harry Potter was the man scared of dark and cramped spaces. The man that fell apart in his best friends’ arms and sobbed for hours like he couldn’t do with anyone else.
It was the little boy who looked just like his father, that had his mother’s eyes.
It was the man who loved with every fiber of his being, that loved and loved like it was a race. That burned and consumed and desperately wanted to be loved back. It was the man that remembered Molly’s favorite way of taking her tea, that visited Goerge on the weekends at the shop—the one that discussed muggle phones with Arthur. It was the man Andy could always remember his daughter with.
Harry Potter was the boy that walked to his death on a cool May evening because he loved. Because he pictured a future where his friends could laugh and breath freely again, even if he wasn’t a part of it.
And so Hermione stroked his hair, and Ron hid his face in the crook of his neck, and so they’d remind him.
I love all of them Harry, each and one of them
You’ve carried enough burdens mate, leave some of them to us alright? We’ll carry them too
Harry Potter was Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley’s best friend. And sometimes, that was enough.
Hi! not sure if you take fic recs- but i really enjoyed Forever, preferably by JoWithTheFlow on ao3. Its a pretty typical tomarry time travel au fic, and i think its massively underrated. I can't find the author on tumblr, but they are amazing.
Hellooooo. Yess, of course I take fic recs love, thank you! I’ll give it a try and update soon. 💕
Ginny suddenly twirled around to face Gracie, waving her arms around. “You saw that guy didn’t you? The one that came with me?”
Gracie nodded slowly, afraid of angering her any further.
“He is handsome isn’t he? I saw you looking at him.”
She flushed, not meeting Dudley’s eyes over Ginny’s shoulder.
“He doesn’t look like he’d be scared of many things don’t you think? He’s a, what? Policer? Police man? Is that how you say it?” She ran a hand through her hair, messing up her ponytail.
“He’s seen a lot of scary shit, believe me, stuff that would give anyone on their right mind nightmares for days.”
Ginny turned around towards Dudley again, clenching her fists. “Yet you know he gets panic attacks when he’s in cramped places? The strongest man I know, and he can’t stand to be in dark small rooms for more than a few minutes”
Dudley flinched again, and Gracie felt bile climb to her throat. Jesus Christ, what on Earth was happening?
“You know that man? The man that is so nonchalant about his own well being that he’ll spend a whole day without eating if no one reminds him?”
Gracie saw guilt flash in Dudley’s eyes, and she knew Ginny saw it too. She was praying on him like a cat prays on his food.
“Oh, but you know why already don’t you? You know the reason his eating habits were so fucked up as a child they carried onto his adulthood. The guy that is so terrified-”
Her voice cracked, and she took on a deep breath before continuing.
“So terrified of being a father given he never received love as a child. Terrified that when the time comes he won’t know how to give it back. The guy that still has a scar on his sternum from when you and your friends pushed him down the school stairs.” Ginny’s voice was a poisonous hiss, getting Dudley to turn a shade paler with every word.
She stopped right in front of him, breathing harshly. She took something out of her pocket, a piece of paper maybe, and slammed it against his chest.
You could hear a pin drop. Gracie thought with a touch of hysteria on Petunia’s red face when Dudley snapped at her. If she carefully stepped around Ginny to get inside and dry off would she notice? Would she kill her with all the righteous fury of an avenging angel?
After a couple of seconds of excruciating silence she spoke again, softer this time.
“That’s his address. I know you were a kid, and I know you shouldn’t carry your parents’ sins, but if you’re just a bit sorry for what your family did to him, you’ll get in touch, and you’ll apologize for everything.”
She backed away, clenching and unclenching her fists.
“It's the least you can do.”
Read the rest of the story on ao3
✨ Aura Reader / 311k / Harry is in Sixth year. He has the Potions textbook formerly belonging to the 'Half-blood Prince.'
Within the pages of that notebook is a mysterious spell, one which gives Harry a new insight into the emotional state of those around him.
Naturally, when Harry finds Malfoy in a bathroom, crying, and in great distress... well, what can you expect of a person known for his 'saving people thing'?
✨ You look the way I feel / 108k / Draco returns for his eighth year at Hogwarts in an attempt to salvage whatever he can of his future. His plan:
sit as many N.E.W.T.s as possible, distance himself from the Malfoy name, and keep out of trouble. Of course, with his father on trial and at risk of unthinkable punishment, not to mention the anxiety-fueled "episodes" that have been plaguing him since summer, the school year doesn't go so smoothly.
Especially when Harry Potter keeps seeking him out.
✨ Predictable Little Curses / 14k / Two single fathers. One rather inconvenient bonding spell.
✨ The Trouble with Wanting / 60k / Draco Malfoy is cleared of all charges; this is what happens next.
✨ Sex and the Art of Castle Maintenance / 14k /
"Come on, boys," Zabini drawled. "You're only delaying the inevitable."
Trouble always had a way of finding Harry, and eighth year was obviously going to be no exception.
✨ Oxytocin / 179k / Draco Malfoy cannot sleep. If he keeps going like this, he will go mad, or die, or both.
For some reason, though, he can sleep whenever Harry Potter is with him. And Harry Potter is nothing if not a helper to those in need.
✨ Knickers in a twist / 86k / Draco loses a bet to Pansy and Blaise which leaves him wearing a skirt for a whole week. Harry discovers something about himself.
✨ Passably Wrecked / 4k / "Potter," Malfoy says, sitting down next to him at breakfast. "I think we should have sex."
✨ move fast, keep quiet / 8k / Harry's good at his job. He likes his job.
He'd be pretty satisfied staying at his job for the rest of his life. Whether they'll allow him to stay in his job after punching his boss' nephew square in the face is another story.
Well, Harry figures that the bastard shouldn't have been spewing such filth about Malfoy, anyway. If he privately thinks the very same lewd things about his enemy-turned-awkward-acquaintance, well, that's completely and utterly irrelevant.
*
Or, Harry and Draco aren't very good at using their words. Eye contact works for a while, until hands and mouths work considerably better at getting their points across.
✨ The Darkness Before the Dawn / 55k / A mysterious creature is loose in London, stalking and killing people.
Auror Harry Potter requests the help of a liaison from the Beast Division and gets saddled with Draco Malfoy. Will they be able to stop the creature before it claims more lives?
✨ Intention / 6k / Harry really ought to listen to whatever
Ron is saying, but it becomes impossible to focus when a familiar figure across the pub curls his fingers around another man's tie. And when that man leans in with a wolfish smile, Harry sees red, and all he can think is mine.
✨ love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) 34k / Voldemort is dead. It's Christmas, and Harry's just opened a gift from Fred and George Weasley.
✨ Hmm / 6k
Harry is a hummingbird animagus.
Tom opens a flower shop just to attract his attention.
✨ Something in my heart then crystallised / 8k
"This room is the perfect size for a tree,” Harry says.
“A tree?” Tom asks, dubious.
“Yeah,” Harry says. When he gets no response, he looks up over his shoulder to see Tom is watching him with furrowed brows. “You know, a Christmas tree.”
He looks toward the corner of the room, which is bare but for a spare chair that no one ever uses. Tom follows Harry’s gaze then asks, voice flat, “Why?”
In which Harry remembers a promise he made to himself long ago and decides it's time to fulfill it. AKA: In which Harry and Tom decorate a Christmas tree together. Eventually.
✨ Cerulean blue / 4k / Voldemort and Harry adopt their younger versions and spend the summer in Ottery St Catchpole. They spoil them rotten and get sunburnt. That’s it.
Oh, and they nap.
✨ The Way to a Man’s Heart / 26k / “Someone is working against me, Harry,” Tom said. “I have been personally stymied. Not once now, not twice, but three times within the last two months.” He closed his eyes briefly. “It is clear that someone out there has begun some kind of baseless vendetta.”
“And it’s just against you? That’s rough, boss,” Harry said
Tom has an unknown nemesis. Harry has Tom’s lunch.
✨ Reporting for Duty / 17k / Harry thinks he wants to be an Auror. Then the Minister for Magic swoops into his life. Harry does not end up becoming an Auror.
In which Minister Tom Riddle literally just hires Harry as his PA because he's cute and argumentative.
✨ The Gift of Giving / 16k / “You don’t work here,” he says, dragging his eyes up and down Harry’s body in a slow once-over. “I’d remember you.” Harry shuffles his feet and, for some reason, the movement makes the man smirk. Harry’s cheeks flame. Fuck this guy.
*
Tom Riddle might just be the most pompous, entitled, self serving man Harry has ever met. If only his attempts at seduction weren’t so effective.
✨ At the end of every road / 90k
One would think traveling 52 years into the past would allow Harry some much desired anonymity, but unfortunately the malfunctioning Triwizard Cup spat Harry out on the quidditch pitch in the middle of a game. There's no lying about his provenance while a shiny plaque on the base of the Cup announces to everyone he is 'Harry Potter, Hogwarts Champion, 1994.'
Swept up by the ministry and sworn to secrecy by the Unspeakables, Harry is left to navigate the past on his own. Good thing his great-grandparents are willing to take him in - even if they're a little more into blood purity than Harry had expected - and Hogwarts is willing to welcome him back - even if he's a novelty to everyone as the time traveling Champion.
At least Harry will have the familiarity of Gryffindor Tower to ease his homesickness. Or he would, if the sorting hat hadn't put him in Slytherin, where he's forced to share a dorm with none other than Tom Riddle.
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In which Harry is determined to prevent Voldemort's rise, even if he has to stalk, bribe, threaten, and marry Tom Riddle to do it.
✨ a small treacle tart / 7k / “Is that a child?” Voldemort says, incredulous, abruptly yanked out of his murderous mood.
“His name is Teddy,” Harry Potter near-growls. “He’s mine. You’re not touching him.”
✨ And the Rest is Confetti / 10k / Coffee shop AU with Accidental Wooing of Wealthy Men (or just one wealthy man, but Riddle’s enough trouble to count for ten tbh even if Harry doesn’t know that yet). Also a dash of murder because I need my emotional crutches in storytelling.
These are not time travel to the 1940s. I have another post for that. These are mostly Harry has a do-over/second chance at life.
✨ Do it Over / 51k / A depressed postwar Harry has taken
Death's hand, reunited with the horcrux he mourned, and traveled into his own past.
Now he wakes up on the morning of his eleventh birthday, ready to do things differently this time. He has no grand plans, just the instinct to be close to the man whose soul he shares.
✨ way down we go / 18k / Harry Potter discovers truths about Tom Riddle and Albus Dumbledore’s past, and he decides to enlist Ron and Hermione's help in travelling back in time to the 1930s and fixing what was broken before Tom can become the infamous Dark Lord.
But once he goes back in time, he can never return.
✨ The Darkening of Your Soul / 260k / Harry is betrayed. Harry gets a second chance to do it all over again.
There is just one catch. If Harry gets to keep his memories from his previous life, so does Voldemort.
✨ The only sound is the overflow / 53k / It was his second time dying. And soon after, it was his second time coming back to life.
Somehow, he was still alive.
And he was living his life all over again
✨ Harry Potter and the Greatest Show / 177k / The last real thing Harry remembers is standing across from Voldemort and watching the killing curse fly at his face.
Then he visited a fluffy white limbo that somewhat resembles King Cross Station and instead of choosing to move on or go back he does something else entirely.
And wakes up in his cupboard on the morning of Dudley's eleventh birthday.
Because that makes sense.
(No. No it doesn't.)
But Harry is going to roll with it anyway.
✨ Tip of Your Tongue / 78k / Getting grabbed around the ankle at the last second by a screaming Uncle Vernon? Not great.
Kicking Vernon in the face while Fred shouted, "Floor it!", thus resulting in the Dursley patriarch falling out a window?
Genuinely a top 10 moment in Harry's life.
After dying and being thrown back into his 11 year-old body with limited access to his memories from his past life, Harry's had to get by with only his ever-present sense of deja-vu to keep him from making the same choices (and mistakes) as he did before. But now that he's more connected than ever with his sixth-sense, the barriers that kept his past from him are breaking down. Dreams and visions are bombarding him more frequently, and just in time. The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, and as his deja-vu brain keeps saying, "It's not happening like it did last time.
✨ A Change of Fate / 183k / In which soulmates exist and Harry
Potter takes control of his own destiny, and Tom Riddle gets a chance he doesn't deserve.
Soulmates Time Travel AU that starts off in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows when Harry is at the white train station).
Or, in which Death hated the Epilogue and gives Harry a chance to claim his soulmate and fix this shit.
✨ Resurrect The Living / 100k / Circumstance makes Harry an offer he can't refuse.
"I can get you the Elixir of Life," Harry says. "But I need your help with something else."
"You," says Voldemort, cautious now, wary now that this confrontation hasn't gone at all like he expects, a little incredulous, "need Lord Voldemort to help you?"
Harry looks right past him for a second, jaw tense. "Yeah. You're the only one who can, apparently."
Harry James Potter, Ronald Billius Weasly, and Hermione Jean Granger.
I’ve fallen so stupidly in love with these characters over the past year, it’s crazy. No matter how many new characters appear, how many ships become fan’s favorites, how many times writers decide that Ron was a horrible friend, that Hermione was better off without her boys, that neither of them deserved Harry. Now matter how many years pass, I’ll continue loving these three with the same intensity.
They are human and so impossibly imperfect, but they try their best. They try to be there for each other even when their personalities clash, when they don’t understand the other’s motives. To forgive each other when they fuck up, to console and provide comfort when times are dire. To protect, and defend at any cost. I adore every fic that explores their dynamics and the complex interactions between them.
I adore them. Just them.
And I adore @blvnk-art
Golden Trio
this got very personal
Why do Gilmore Girls/Marauders fans tend to be Swifties, plus loving literature (especially classics), while also being fans of the horror genre? Where is the connection between all of these things? It is kinda fascinating!
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