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unabashegirl · 1 month

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MASTERLIST

ONE SHOTS

Kings of Leon

Wear something noticeable || Part 2

Equatorial Sun

What are you doing up?

My head is spinning over you

Pax Romana

Harry's grammy performance

You lied to me

Chocolate cake

Golden Boy

Nameless

Meeting her || Part 2 || Part 3

INSTAGRAM BLURBS

Dating hints

Pregnancy

Sadie Sink

Elsa Hosk

Lori Harvey

Pudderfly

Deepika Padukon

Dakota Johnson

Matilda Djerf

Gracie Abrams

Bella Hadid

SERIES

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Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Summary: Harry Styles, the cold and calculating son of a powerful mafia don, must consolidate power after his father's passing. He faces challenges from his unpredictable younger brother, Silas, and navigates a complex world of alliances, ruthless decisions, and family loyalty. Amidst the intrigue, the elegant and alluring Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, attends the funeral and finds herself drawn to Harry. As power dynamics shift and the future remains uncertain, the story explores the dark and dangerous allure of the mafia, the weight of family legacies, and the potential for unexpected connections in a world defined by secrecy and ruthlessness.

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Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until her high school graduation she barely recognizes it. The town hides a big secret from a few individuals that live in it including Y/N. The man who maintains the town's secret and protects it is no other than Harry Styles. Things take a sudden twist when they meet. Numerous things will impede Y/N from returning to San Francisco to her somewhat ordinary life, will she be able to abandon the town that she had successfully escaped the first time? What is the big secret that the townspeople are hiding, and what is Y/N's role in it? Who is Harry? Where does he come from? Had she met him before? And what does he want from her?

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Summary: Harry is just like any other college student. He is a senior in Chicago University. He keeps to himself except when he is spending time with his closest friends, Sarah and Mitch. His world revolves around his future career, friends, and family. His quiet and routine driven life takes a turn, one weekend when he meets Y/N Y/L/N. She is way too different from him. She spends most of her days surrounded by people who care for superficial and materialistic things. Her parents are never home, and they think that with money everything can be solved. They are both from different worlds yet something that night clicks and Y/N can never again get him off her mind.

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littlebitofwitchery · 7 months

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NEW FANFIC

SHADOWS OF THE PAST - Hogwarts stands as a beacon of hope and change in the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War. Returning students include Evelyn Blackwood, a witch with a unique ability to glimpse the past through enchanted objects, and Draco Malfoy, who seeks redemption from his family's dark legacy. Amidst the backdrop of recovery and reconciliation, an unexpected love triangle emerges.

#harry potter #fantasy #hogwarts #fanfiction #harry potter au #dracomalfoy #dracofic #oc #dracoxoc #harryxoc #harry potter fanfiction #wizarding world #hp fanfic #fanficiton #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #archive of our own #draco fanfiction #draco

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guardianmoon95 · 10 months

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my history🪄🪄:

The Legend Of The Rainbow Crystal // Harry Potter // - Danymoonguardian - Wattpad

Quel che credevi perduto in eterno lo stringerai in un caldo abbraccio. Ciò che un tempo fu diviso e disperso esser ritrovato dovrà prima che il male vi metta sopra mano. La speranza continuerà ad esistere fino a quando la luce della luna brillerà nell'oscurità. In un mondo pieno di magia, intrighi, pericoli e amore... seguite Daiana Bueno nelle sue avventure alla ricerca della verità che la porterà a scoprire le sue origini e molto di più... ||HPXOC||

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writingsfromhome · 5 months

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Going on a lil social media break, I know usually I just go mia lol but wanted to actually say thank you all for the love on my writing this year and all the new followers/readers that found their way to my page <3

I have a couple fics qd up for Dec.

I’ll still be writing, but you can also find me under the same name on AO3 where I’m testing out a harryxoc fic.

Thanks again, hope you have a safe and happy holiday 🫶🏼

#writingsfromhome

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saiilorstars · 10 months

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The fleeting moment where you finish another fic and now you gotta go through the process of finding another one 😤😤 shamelessly promote yourself if you have a harryxoc, dracoxoc, fredxoc or theoxoc fic please let's cut out the middle man here

#harry potter #harry potter fics #draco malfoy fics #theo nott fics #fred weasley fics

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taliesin-19 · 4 years

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Random Fact of the Week #71

Harry wasn't sure how the kids would react the first time they'd told them.

James would likely be excited. Al bordering on indifference. But Lily was a toss-up.

Her ninth birthday was just around the corner--a fact that still shocked Harry to his core. And she was just as much of a daddy's girl now as she'd been the day she was born.

"She took that a bit...too well, no?" Harry told Abby that night, having finally shared the news of a baby to the kids.

Abby raised an eyebrow at him. "You've been stressed all week wondering if she'd be upset," she said, slowly. "And now you're stressed that she wasn't upset?"

Harry sighed as he settled back against his pillow. "I'm not stressed, I'm just..." he said, trying to find the words. "I mean--you'd think she'd care a little bit, wouldn't you?"

At this Abby put a hand over her mouth, clearly covering a smile.

"What?" Harry said. Then when she didn't respond, he tried again. "What?"

"You're upset that she wasn't upset!"

"What?" Harry said, looking at her as if she were mad. "Why would I want my daughter to be upset?"

"Well, not a terrible amount," Abby said. "But maybe just a teeny tiny bit."

She held her fingers close together in front of his face, but Harry pushed her hand aside and huffed loudly.

"Not true," he mumbled.

"She'll always be her daddy's girl, don't you worry, Harry."

"Leave me alone."

Abby giggled into his shoulder.

"Well, whatever. Let's just wait and see what happens if this baby is girl," he said.

Nothing happened.

Not then. Not when the gifts came pouring in. Not when the room was being set up. At no point throughout the entire pregnancy did Lily show any signs of jealousy or resentment--something that Harry was genuinely relieved about.

There was always that tiny niggling voice in his head asking why. But Harry ignored it. It was silly. He was being silly.

"Lily, do you want to say hi to your baby sister?"

Harry and Abby glanced at each other over her head, both of them waiting on baited breaths.

The girl ambled in, pressing against Harry's side as she looked at the baby in Abby's arms.

"She's so little," Lily said, holding Harry's hand in hers a bit tightly. "Can I hold her?"

"Sure, but we've got to be very, very careful, okay?" Harry said. "How about we hold her together."

Lily nodded, finally letting go of Harry's hand as he picked up the baby carefully and sat down.

"Can I hold her now?" Lily said, sitting down beside him.

Harry smiled before gently placing Lizzie in her big sister's arms, one hand still under the baby's head.

"Look at you three," Abby said with a tired smile. "Daddy and his little girls."

Lily glanced around, almost shyly.

It was uncharacteristic of her, and Harry and Abby made eye contact again before he leaned in close to Lily.

"My big little girl," Harry said, placing a kiss on her head. "And my small little girl."

"Small and little are the same thing," Lily said as if he were thick. "And how can I be big and little. You don't make any sense sometimes, Daddy."

Harry sighed, glad at least that the odd bout of shyness was gone.

"Give her here, Harry, and go call the boys in. I can practically hear James pacing from here," Abby said, holding out her arms. "Lily, come sit beside me, love."

Harry did as he was told, unable to keep the stupid smile off his face, feeling an unbelievable lightness in his chest that he hadn't felt since the last time he'd been in a room like this, holding his new baby in his arms.

#rfw #random fact of the week #rfw71 #gywm #HPfanfiction #harryxoc

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mojesticworlds · 5 years

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Me, You & Hogsmeade

Me, You, & Hogsmeade

Harry Potter & OC

Word Count: ??? (I'm on mobile)

Gifs - Unsure who owns them sorry, I'm on mobile 🤦

Brief description: You would do absolutely anything to piss your brother off, running late all of the time, be completely oblivious to your surroundings, even spike his drinks with different concoctions that you're trying out, however this scheme looks like it'll rock the sibling bond you two share. Forever.

Inintiate: Operation date Harry. Goddamn. Potter.

The dark black and green robes loosely hung on my arms as I stood next to my brother, who looked impeccable as he stared at me in annoyance. Without saying a word he pulled my robes onto my shoulders and took the small library from my arms. "You really need to remember what the time is, Aquila."

I ran my fingers through my hair before I straighten and tuck my school tie into my grey sweater. "What, and miss the chance of pissing you off each time I'm late?" I took the books from his arms and began walking into the dining hall. "You obviously don't know me well enough, brother, I love pissing you off."

Draco rolled his eyes and sat us next to his friends. Ignoring the group of less than pleasant people I began eating my crumpets while reviewing the potions book father had sent in our last care package.

It was incredibly advanced, in fact a majority of the instructions appeared as gibberish until I waved my wand and translated them into English. "Lia!"

Looking up I spot the beautiful Luna Lovegood forcing herself inbetween Crabbe and Goyle while staring at me in amazement. "I caught one!"

"What? How?!" I say while standing up and reaching out to the small jar in her hands. The glass was cold and I stared into it, attempting to view the little fiend who was on the inside of it.

"It was floating around the common room this morning! Isn't it amazing!" I accepted her glasses and peered into the glass jar.

Inside was a fiesty blue pixie with sharp teeth. It's black, beady eyes staring at me with such hatred it made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. "Luna, you're brilliant! Just in time too, I finally got the-"

Draco yanked my robe hard, causing me to sit before taking the glass jar out of my hands and looking into it briefly before handing it back to Luna. "Leave," Draco said nastily, however he appeared to have remember our agreement of being nice to my friends, because he didn't dare say anymore.

"I'll talk to you later, Luna! Thank you!" I waved at her as she wondered back over to her table.

Looking back at Draco, I smacked the back of his head before putting Luna's glasses into my pocket. "Be nicer, or I'll dye your hand red, again."

"We agreed not at the table."

"I agreed I wouldn't go over to theirs anymore, not Luna come over to ours."

"Don't hang around her anymore, I've told you this - Even mum has! She's Loony Luna! You can't allow your reputation to be ruined by the likes of her!"

I slammed the front cover closed of my book and looked at him. "You're right, Draco, I should really begin thinking of my reputation!" I said loudly, suddenly feeling a hushed quiet in the hall. Standing up I took my books and began walking away from the Slytherin table.

"Where are you going?!" Draco yelled after me.

"I'm thinking about my reputation, I can't be seen dead with the likes of a big headed jerkwad!" I said as I stuck my hand up and waved it. "See you later!"

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Luna and I sat behind the castle, digging for jasmine roots for the final part of our potion, my pale hands were covered in dirt as I attempted to pull out a large enough portion of the root.

"You shouldn't fight with your brother, Lia..."

"He shouldn't have called you Looney Luna."

"Yes, but he is family, family is meant to annoy one another-"

"You're apart of my family too, Luna, you're my best friend."

She quietly knotted the ends of the roots she found before placing them into a cotton draw stringed bag. "And you're apart of mine, Lia, you know that."

"I just... Luna, I'm tired," I say quietly as I stopped digging and stared into the hole in the earth. "Dad started talking about matches for me at Christmas lunch. Mum is excited because she gets to choose who my match is with, but I'm only a kid. I don't want to think about marriage, I want to focus on my schooling!"

"I think it'd be romantic if you met your soul mate through the match."

"Fat chance, my soul mate is either dead or he's parading around in Australia with cute surfer girls."

"I can't wait until we go on our trip!" Luna suddenly says.

"As soon as we graduate it'll just be me, you, and cute surfer dudes!" I say, smiling to myself as I remember our future trip to Australia.

"And the Pharlax Ignia!"

"That's if we can even find it," I agree with a nod. "How do you think I can get back at Draco for making a scene at breakfast?"

"You could out a - Hermione!" Luna shouts as she begins waving like a maniac. Looking up I see the golden trio standing in the courtyard amongst a few others, one being my brother.

"Hey Luna, what are they like?"

"Who? Oh! Hermione is really nice and smart, she can answer any question I have about potions. Ron's nice too, he's really funny and always plays chess with me in the library. Harry's nice, he always stands up for me when others make jokes about me."

Tilting my head a small spark of a idea flickered in my brain.

"Which one do you think I'd get along with most?"

"Hmm, probably Hermione as she's on the same level as you about potions."

"And romantically?"

"I suppose Harry, he'd challenge you and you always liked a challenge... Why do you ask?"

Smirking I stood up and waved my wand, cleaning the both of us before I began making my way to the golden trio. "Oi! Potter!" I yelled while waving. Luna scurried after me while I can hear her begin to panic.

"Potter! Yeah, you!" I point at him as I wandered over to the confused group. "I wanna talk to you!" I shouted.

"Uh, okay?" I hear Harry say while he stared at me weirdly. Once again all eyes were on me and no one was talking.

"Hi Oliver," I waved as he stared at me in confusion.

"Hi Lia, you haven't almost killed yourself from flying on a broom stick, have you?"

"Only a couple times," I wave dismissively before I tilted my head and looked at Harry. "Harry, I know I'm not from the best family, and I know you probably hate my guts, however I want to let you know that I have liked you for awhile now..." I trailed off as I hear someone choking in the distance. "But, there's no use not ever knowing, so, will you go on a date to Hogsmeade with me?"

Harry stared at me with a blank face. "Sorry, I think I heard wrong there, what did you say?"

"You," I point to him. "Me," I say while pointing at myself. "On a date, the next Hogsmeade weekend?"

"Uh..." He looked at me before his eyes flickered behind me, probably at the red face Luna who was attempting to breathe normally and my brother, who no doubt is matching Luna's red faced. "Umm..."

"Yes!" Hermione suddenly yelled. "He would love to, Lia!"

"I would?" Hermione elbowed Harry. "Ow! I mean I would!"

"Harry, it's fine if you don't want to-" I start to say before he cut me off, a faint red blush appearing on his cheeks.

"No, it's okay, I want to go on a date with you, I'm just shocked you asked at all."

"Oh..." I say, a bit surprised he actually said yes, "Okay then... Meet you here at ten then?"

"Sounds good to me," he says while scratching the back of his head in embarassment and awkwardness.

"Yeah... Me too! I'll, uh, see you then!" I say before I turned and walked into the school corridor. After a few moments Luna caught up to me.

"Did you just-"

"Yeah!" I say looking at her with red stained cheeks. "I can't believe I just-"

Luna laughed. "Looks like the Wrakspurt has made another fool out of you, Lia!"

I groaned. "Did Draco look mad at least?"

"I thought he was about to curse us all," Luna says blissfully before she side eyes me. "Do you even like Harry?"

I paused for a moment before shrugging. "I never really spoke to the guy, so I'm not sure," I lied, knowing full well that I always found amusement in his interactions with Draco. "Either way, dad's going to be pissed when he finds out," I bit the side of my tongue before we turn the corner of the corridor and began making our way to Myrtle's bathroom.

"Did you-"

Luna held up the bag of roots and I nodded. "Okay, let's do this," I say while linking my arm up with her's.

Did I just do something stupid? Probably.

Will I regret it later on? Most likely.

Will Draco's reaction be a reward for what's to come?

Most definitely~

#harrypotter #lunalovegood #dracomalfoy #malfoy #harryxoc #imagine #littlesisterlylove #slytherin #gryffindor #hogsmeade #date

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blufeniix · 7 years

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Harry dresses up real nice. Y’know, for a guy in love with his v-neck shirts.

Anne loves it either way.

#blu sketches #oc #blu ocs #uc;anne #oc;anne #uncharted #harry flynn #harryxanne #harryxoc #//sails away on me ship

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sapphirelass · 3 years

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I’ll be by your side - Remus LupinxDaughter

Hi!! Wooow I’m a slow writer XD To be fair though, I am graduating in June, so there’s...quite a lot to do. Anyhow, this is part 3 of my imagine deal? so I’d recommend reading that one and part two first. Remus is my favourite HP character, so this mainly focuses on the relationship between him and his daughter, but I guess it’s slight HarryxOC as well ;)

Deal? (Part 1) | Oh, darling... (Part 2) | I’ll be by your side (Part 3)

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

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Word count: ≈ 2200

Warnings: Battle of Hogwarts, Angst, Blood, Death :(

Enjoy! :)

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“But, dad! You can’t go yourself and then expect me not to come along!”

“Yes, Bree, I can, and I will!”

He was desperate to go join the rest of the Order, and searched frantically for his old coat.

“Bu-”

“Darling, listen, this is not your fight, okay? You’re staying with Tonks and Teddy this time, and I’ll-”

She had grabbed his coat and was holding it behind her back, out of her father’s reach.

“DAD!!”

Remus stopped for a moment and took a proper look at his daughter for the first time since receiving the message about the upcoming battle.

“Look, I’m seventeen years old. I’m an adult now, and most of my younger friends are fighting. There’s literally no reason for me not to!”

“There is a perfectly good reason and you know that! Besides, your age is completely irrelevant! It wouldn’t matter if you were fifteen or seventeen, twenty or thirty, I don’t want you fighting!”

His voice was stern, which admittedly wasn’t too uncommon, but it lacked the normal comedic undertone and not even a ghost of a smile could be seen on his face. This did make Breanna feel quite uncomfortable, but she was not giving up. She couldn’t leave everyone else and just sit quietly on the sidelines. Surely he understood that, right?

“Well, I’m sorry, but it’s not your choice to make. I know you don’t like it, but I’m going.”

She gave her father his coat and picked a jumper for herself, but stopped abruptly when approaching the front door. Remus had stepped in front of her, and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Please, darling… I can’t have you injured again - or worse! Stay.”

“Dad, I promised you two years ago that I would pick my fights more wisely. We made a deal. And I am choosing this one.”

“Breanna, it’s not the same! Seeing you hurt back then caused me more pain than you could possibly imagine, but this will be worse. Far worse. An-”

“Don’t you think I know that?” It wasn’t her intention to snap at him, but they didn’t have time for this argument. People were waiting. “I know it’s for real this time, it most definitely was two weeks ago, but I honestly thought you would have more faith in me. I’m not five, okay?!”

“Bree, don-”

She pulled out of his embrace, tied her shoes and apparated. Leaving him in the middle of an argument like that broke her heart. She knew the chances of them both making it out alive were low, unharmed close to none. They did, however, not have a choice. There was no time to waste. Voldemort could be attacking the castle this very moment, and Harry, Dumbledore’s army and the rest of the Order would need all the help they could get…

~~~

Breanna ran down the stairs, desperately searching for any familiar faces, and eventually spotted one she had really longed to see.

“Harry!!”

He turned at the sound of his name and smiled - really smiled - when their eyes met. They weren’t more than a few feet away from each other, and it didn’t take long before they met in the middle.

“Bree! You alright?” They hugged each other tightly and enjoyed the feeling of safety, if only for a few seconds. “What happened to your arm?”

She followed his gaze and found her sleeve torn and shoulder covered in blood. It wasn’t too bad though, she hadn’t even noticed it before Harry pointed it out.

“I-I don’t know, it’s fine. How are you feeling?”

He looked down at her and used a bloodied and scarred hand to push some of her hair behind her ear. He wanted to say “fine”, but it would have been a lie.

“Scared”, he admitted, “But also ready. Let’s finish this, once and for all?”

She nodded. “You’re right! How can I help?”

“Well, some people are trying to evacuate all the younger students through the room of requirement, think you could lend them a hand?”

“Sure! Good luck Harold, see you!”

He shook his head at the nickname, but smiled nonetheless.

“Right, good luck. And Bree?”

“Yeah?”

“Stay alive, will you?”

“I’ll do my best on one condition.”

“Hmm?”

“You do the same”

He gave her a nod before continuing up the stairs.

“And Harry, we don’t have time for the full story, but if you run into my dad, let him know I’m sorry, will you?”

~~~

Sure, Breanna loved Hogwarts, it was her second home, but this was proper chaos! Most of the younger kids were finally safe, but the battle was far from won. There were death eaters everywhere. She stumbled behind suit of armor, narrowly avoiding a flash of red light, and suddenly remembered something her dad had said the other night:

“It is the quality of one's convictions that determines success, not the number of followers”

She knew it was meant to work as motivation, but thinking about it now just made her feel sad. How could she be so stupid? She fought her way through the corridors, but after turning a corner, she found herself facing an empty hallway. A chill went down her spine as the booming voice of Lord Voldemort could be heard all throughout the grounds. He was ordering his followers to back down, hoping to get Harry to come directly to him. Great! Now she had two people to find before it was too late...

Entering the great hall this time felt nothing like it had almost seven years ago. There were people everywhere. Students, teachers, children, former graduates and parents - all in this together, mourning, comforting and healing.

Breanna would have noticed Fred Weasley surrounded by the rest of his family. Neville and Oliver Wood carefully moving Colin Creevey out of the way. She would have seen all of them, had it not been for a certain old, brown coat in her peripheral vision.

Her world fell apart, she found herself unable to breathe and didn’t realize she had sprinted towards her father before she felt two, strong arms wrap around her. Breanna struggled and tried to push them away, but didn’t have enough strength to do so. She crumpled to the ground and was pulled into a tight embrace.

“Bree…”, a soft voice mumbled. “I’m so sorry. Can you try to breathe slower, please? Deep and easy, alright.”

She realized that someone was speaking to her, but she didn’t recognize the words. They held no meaning, almost as if he spoke a different language, or stood very far away. Breanna eventually stopped hyperventilating and tried to ease the shaking as she slowly turned to check who it was, sitting with his arms around her. Her eyes met a pair of emerald green ones.

“Harry.”, she whispered, still crying but trying to keep her focus on him. There was so much more she would have wanted to say, but she was unable to find the right words. “Please tell me.... Tell me he’s no-...”

“‘m sorry”

They sat for a few minutes before Harry picked a small vial from his pocket and asked if she’d be okay.

“Bree, I’m sorry, but I have to go. It’s not over yet.”

She took a deep breath.

“It’s fine, I get it. Go. I’d love a moment alone anyways.”

~~~

She sat by her father’s side for a while, but felt unable to look at him, not wanting to fully accept the reality of the situation. It was when the fifth person came up to her to give their condolences that she got up and left the great hall. She couldn’t take it, and besides, it should be fine. The death eaters had left.

She walked the familiar path towards the Gryffindor common room, but nothing seemed... real. It felt like a nightmare, only this time she couldn’t talk it through with her dad over a cup of tea. This time, nobody would be there to convince her it was just a bad dream.

This time, no one would wake her up…

The very moment that thought crossed her mind, a dark chuckle shattered the otherwise eerie silence.

“Avada kedavra”

She barely had time to register Antonin Dolohov with his wand pointed in her direction before an intense flash of green light caused her world to go dark.

This time, she wouldn’t wake up.

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*Darkness*

*A flicker of light*

*A flicker of... hope*

*Warmth?*

~~~

It was a weird feeling. She didn’t feel happy, but rather… at peace. She sat up slowly and let her eyes adjust to the brightness as two voices simultaneously asked:

“Bree?!”

She turned around and found herself face to face with a rather tall, red haired wizard, and a slightly older man with longer brown hair.

“Fred? Sirius?”

Fred skipped over and held out his hand, helping his younger friend to her feet. He immediately noticed her dried tears and pulled her into a tight embrace. Sirius remained a few feet away with a pained expression on his face, but was unable to stay quiet for long.

“What happened?”

Breanna pulled away and met her godfather’s worried gaze.

“I… It’s my fault. I thought all the Death Eaters had left the castle. They were waiting for Harry in the forbidden forest and I just needed some air...”

“Did Harry go?”

A couple Breanna had only seen in pictures, but knew to be James and Lily Potter, had appeared behind Sirius.

“I’m not sure. He left for Dumbledore’s office about fifteen minutes earlier. I’m sorry I didn’t even try to stop him but, with all due respect, he would have gone anyways. It’s impossible to change his mind once he decides on something.”

To her surprise, none of Harry’s parents looked very worried, but shared a smile instead.

“Don’t worry, Breanna.”, said Lily gently, “He’ll know what to do when the time comes.”

“You’ve both come so far”, added James, “Things will be fine in the end, and if they’re not fine, then it’s not the end.”

“I hope you’re both right…”, she mumbled quietly, “sorry, but is dad…?”

James smiled sadly and nodded before turning to call his old friend over, however Sirius got there first.

“Oi! Moony! Get over ‘ere.”

Remus had been discussing something not too far away, and Sirius’ comment made him chuckle as he approached the other marauders.

“Easy, Pads, you make it sound li-”

That was all he had time for, as two arms wrapped themselves tightly around his torso. He would have known who it was even without looking. He’d recognize that hug anywhere. He promised himself he wouldn’t cry, but all it took was one word.

one. single. word.

“Dad!”

A single word before hot, salty tears filled his eyes. It wasn’t possible!? He was completely lost for words. Didn’t know how to react, what to say or what to do. He just stood there, his arms wrapped around his only daughter, unable to process the fact that she was… dead. They both were.

“Dad, I’m so so so sorry! I shouldn’t have shouted, I shouldn’t have taken my anger or fear out on you and above all I shouldn’t have left!?! I… I..”

“Bree”

“And now Teddy won’t have his father-”

“Bree!!”

“And I swear I tried to find you, but I couldn’t and then it was too late and it’s all my fault a-”

“Breanna Lupin!!!”

She fell silent but didn’t let go.

“I’m s-”

“Darling, calm down! What’s done is done, alright. I still wish you hadn’t gone, especially given the apparent outcome, but I understand. Are you okay? Nothing broken?”

“No, I’m good, actually… Nothing hurts at all, but-”

“Good!” He pulled away and put his hands on her shoulders. “Would you mind letting me in on what happened?”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, not really wanting to talk about the last few hours, yet knowing she owed her father that much.

“I… I entered the great hall and saw… you. I don’t quite know what happened, I just… broke. Then Harry showed up and we just hugged, I guess?”

Lily and James looked at each other and smiled.

“Then we both left and Dolohov appeared out of nowhere and… well that’s that.”

Remus shook his head sadly, immediately understanding the true meaning of his daughter’s words. HE was duelling Dolohov earlier that night. HE lost that duel. Had he won then maybe, possibly, she would still be alive too. His fault... as always

“Remus? Rem?”, James mumbled, putting an arm around his friend’s shoulders, “It’s not your fault. You tried, and that’s the best either of us can do.”

~~~

Things didn’t go according to plan, but perhaps they were the way they were always meant to be.

Her body next to her fathers, as they rested peacefully in the great hall. Her soul next to her father, as they wandered through the deep valleys of Nangijala, awaiting the day lost friends and lovers would come join them. No matter in this life or in the next;

I’ll be by your side

~ L

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sk1fanfiction · 3 years

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haphne? drarry? blaise zabini?

-aka me again, overanalyzing fanfic trends-

TL;DR: fem!Blaise Zabini walked so Daphne Greengrass could run.

Haphne (for the uninitiated, the ship between Harry Potter and Daphne Greengrass) is a bit of a phenomenon.

But every claim should have evidence, so here are some stats (medians from FFN):

A ‘typical’ Haphne fic (bottom of twelfth page):

Favs: 241

Reviews: 35

Follows: 262

As a control for a pairing that also has somewhat of a cult following, heres’s the equivalent stats for a ‘typical’ Drarry fic (bottom of seventy-sixth page):

Favs: 44

Reviews: 9

Follows: 20

As a control for Daphne herself, when I exclude Harry as a main character, here’s the median stats (thirtieth page):

Favs: 5

Reviews: 4

Follows: 2

And for Draco, same thing (page 2171):

Favs: 25

Reviews: 8

Follows: 4

Draco, with Hermione filtered out too in case the above is getting flooded with Dramione fics, which kind of skews the results because there’s not a similarly big alternate ship for Daphne (page 872):

Favs: 4

Reviews: 6

Follows: 2

It’s obvious that there are more or at least an equal number of people who want to read about or write about Draco versus Daphne, especially once you take Harry out of the equation, going by the sheer volume. Which makes not much sense, because Draco is actually a character who, you know, does things and has a character arc and affects the plot, whereas only Daphne’s name participates. Five versus four is the variance of small numbers, and I doubt it’s meaningful statistically.

Also, disclaimer that this doesn’t catch everything, because some people write their ships in the summary but not the tags. But anyway.

What’s more, the difference between the stats for Daphne versus Haphne is astronomical compared to the difference between Draco versus Drarry.

So what’s going on?

Haphne is basically HarryxOC, so why is it so popular? I don't know about you, but given that the general attitude towards OCs is somewhere in the realm of disinterest, this is pretty mind-boggling.

What is the magic of this pairing? Possibly, because it can often involve Weasley/Dumbledore bashing, and/or some combination independent/powerful/clever/Slytherin Harry, which are all pretty popular tropes. So readers, if they like these tropes, know that a Haphne fic will have the characterizations and plot that they like, so it’s a safe bet that they will like any fic with this pairing.

But is that enough? Eh.

What is the fic of origin?

On FFN, it seems to be New Destiny, which was started in 2007 and abandoned only 8 chapters later in 2008, but was very popular. It could be Veritaserum Surprise: Daphne’s trial as well, which was started and completed in under a month in 2006 with only 3 chapters, but got crazy popular. Quite impressive.

… And someone on Reddit linked to this fic from 2005, which is pretty much Daphne in her fanon incarnation. I didn’t find anything older.

So, I started thinking, hmm, 2005, conspiracy theory time...

Guess what happened in 2005! HBP (the book) came out, (before I was old enough to read chapter books, lol), and prior to that, Blaise Zabini didn’t have a canon gender, so a lot of people, apparently decided he was a girl (and white, although I’ll concede that since we knew nothing about him but his existence and that he was probably Italian that was not an unfair assumption), but people kind of lost interest and dropped him as a major character/ship for Harry after canon information that he was male and black (idk I think vain!asshole!canon!Blaise who’s even more full of himself than Draco and learned manipulation from Mummy Dearest is a pretty fun character and it’s a shame we don’t see him around often anymore), and so Daphne took his place after 2005 as the Mystery Hot Slytherin Girl. I suppose her name sounds more intriguing than Tracey Davis, and Pansy and Millicent are pretty unpleasant in canon, while not having enough characterization to make them as interesting as Draco without having to put a lot of extra work into characterization.

Supporting evidence: for example, take this fic written pre-HBP, Inquiring Minds, with a fem!Italian!Blaise who seems to have walked so Daphne could run.

But still... how did a wallpaper character who is never described except for her mere existence get such a consistent and popular fanon characterization as the blonde, critical, aloof, and untouchably beautiful Ice Queen of Slytherin?

—She is almost always blonde and blue-eyed, while Astoria is brunette. Which I find funny because I always imagined it the other way around, even though Astoria’s actress is brunette.

Still, I’m flummoxed at why Harryx(Essentially OC) is so popular...

(@ haphne shippers, come out, come out, wherever you are and explain these mysteries…)

#haphne #blarry #daphne greengrass #blaise zabini #fandom trends #harry potter fandom #i don't know what this blog has turned into #just my brain vomiting things out apparently

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“Just say it” - (Harry Potter x fem!reader)

A/N: I think this turn out cute and stupid, just like the life Harry deserved after the war.

Blurb Request:

Harry's firstborn says dada for the first time (can be harryxoc or harryxginny)

(We choose y/n lol)

Let’s celebrate

"Your plan is to stare at him until he says it?" Y/N enters the room, she sits on the couch in front of where her husband and son are.

"Shh, maybe he's concentrating," replies Harry, who’s sitting with the baby in his lap. Y/N laughs and the baby, listening to her, begins to babble happily in her direction.

"I think he likes me best,” Harry glares at his wife and then starts rocking his baby to get his attention.

“Come on, James, you can do it. Say ‘dada’- ‘dada’-” The baby stares at his father and then laughs.

James Sirius moves in his lap and with his help manages to stand leaning on his chest. Letting out little screams grabs Harry's glasses and brings them to his mouth covering them in drool.

Harry sighs and grabs his glasses while Y/N laughs, grabbing the baby.

"He'll say it at some point, honey," She says kissing him.

The doorbell rings, Y/N opens the door meeting Ron and Hermione, letting them pass and leading them into the living room while Harry goes to the bathroom to clean his glasses.

"James is getting bigger," says Hermione supporting the baby in her lap.

"I hope he doesn't go blind like Harry," Ron adds, playing with James's little hand, who babbles, delighted from all the attention.

Suddenly a loud noise is heard in the corridor causing everyone to stop and go to have a look. Little James who had been at the verge of tears moments before, was now laughing scandalously.

Harry’s on the floor, his glasses away from him. And maybe everyone should be worried, but what caused their childish laughter was the color that the great Harry Potter had on his face.

"Honey... Why do you have a green face?" Ask Y/N, still laughing.

Harry growls annoyed as he stands up complaining.

"I tried to clean my glasses… obviously I can't see anything without them, and I wanted the liquid to clean them better, but apparently, I took one of your creams,” The man rubs his eyes, “I wanted to clean them with a spell, but I think I didn't use the right one…” He finishes, touching his face.

Hermione laughs, takes the glasses and then conjures the correct spell to clean them and another to remove the green from her friend's face.

"Thank you," He says, but some moans make him turn to his son, who watches him annoyed. His small eyebrows knitted together and he points to him.

"What's up, James?" Harry takes him in his arms and the baby touches his face trying to change it.

"No... no," says James.

“I don't understand what he wants…”

Y/N smiles.

"I think he wants his dada to have a green face"

"Dada!" The baby shouts demanding.

Harry looks surprised.

"I can't believe it, he finally said it!” Harry approaches. "He finally said ‘Dada.’ Did you hear it? He just did it!” He says, walking around them like a madman with the baby in his arms.

"Ron, James just said it!”

“I heard him. Is incredible!"

“Yes, we heard it. But there’s someone who’s not satisfied, Harry,” says Hermione, smiling.

Harry reacts and looks back at the annoyed baby.

"Come on, friend," says Ron, dragging out his wand. "Maybe if we put you in different colors, he'll say it again.”

The two adults returned to the living room, put the baby in a high chair and Ron began painting Harry of all colors, while he made funny faces.

They looked like two clowns willing to please the baby, who kept laughing and clapping.

Meanwhile, the two girls looked at them from the doorframe with a smile.

“James’ first word was ‘mom’, wasn’t it?” Hermione asks.

“Yup.”

#twoidiots writing #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fanfiction #Harry Potter x y/n #Harry Potter x reader #twoidiots blurbs #followers celebration

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Vicious 6 || Harry Styles x Mafia

Author's note: here is a new chapter of vicious. let me know what you think and if you would like to get tagged!

— vicious masterlist —

Word count: 1.8K

Exhaustion gripped Y/N as she continued to run, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The fear of capture propelled her forward, the urgency echoing in her heartbeat. The crunch of fallen leaves beneath her shoes added a surreal soundtrack to her escape, while the chilling autumn air hinted at the approaching night.

Desperation compelled her to glance over her shoulder, seeking reassurance that she had eluded pursuit. As the woods seemed to grow quieter, Y/N cautiously slowed her pace, hoping the pursuit had ceased. In a moment of respite, she retrieved her phone, intending to contact Giana for guidance. The realization of no signal sent a wave of frustration through her, quickly overshadowed by the distant barking of dogs and the flickering glow of flashlights. They were closing in.

With dread seizing her, Y/N sprinted once more. The haunting echoes of the pursuing dogs and distant voices added to her terror. Tears welled in her eyes as she ran, the urgency intensified by the proximity of the search party. Then, with a sudden and violent lurch, one of the dogs sank its teeth into her ankle, sending Y/N crashing to the ground, the pain radiating through her like a lightning bolt.

Y/N's cries of pain resonated through the woods as she clutched her injured ankle, tears streaming down her face. The loyal dog, sensing her distress, barked incessantly, calling the attention of the approaching men. As they swiftly gathered around, her heart sank at the sight of her soon-to-be husband.

"Boss," she heard, looking up to find Harry leaning over her with an unreadable expression. His command to bring her back echoed in her ears as he turned away, retracing his steps toward the house. Y/N winced, realizing the extent of her mistake.

Harry seethed with anger. He had been summoned from his office by Charlie, only to discover Y/N's disappearance. What could have been a chance to mend their earlier interaction now seemed lost. His thoughts darkened as he contemplated the corrective measures he would take.

"Where, boss?" Charles inquired as he lifted Y/N's body, ready to transport her back to the house.

"In her room," Harry ordered, then turned to Lex. "Get the medic to her room." The gravity of his impending actions hung heavily in the air.

As Charlie gently laid Y/N on the bed, she couldn't help but voice her questions, her eyes still red from crying. Her soaked sock bore witness to the dog's bite, a painful reminder of her ill-fated escape. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, and the room filled with tension. “Why would. you let your dog bite me?”

Harry, standing at the foot of her bed, didn't mince words. "Someone needed to take you down. Either the dogs or one of my men with a bullet," he explained, watching her grimace in pain. "Where were you going?"

Y/N retorted with defiance, "That’s none of your business," just as the doctor entered the room. "Boss," the doctor acknowledged Harry with a nod before turning his attention to Y/N. "May I?" Harry gave a quick nod, permitting the examination.

The doctor efficiently assessed the wound, offering a glimpse of relief. "It’s not that deep. We’ll just need to clean it and pack it and give her some antibiotics and painkillers."

"Do it," Harry commanded, "let me know when you are done," before leaving the room in search of a drink.

Left alone with the doctor, Y/N saw an opportunity. Whispering her plea, she hoped to find an ally. "Please help me." She dared to suggest an escape, but the doctor merely chuckled, dismissing the notion. "What is everyone so afraid of?" she asked, her eyes searching for understanding.

“You know this could be way worse. You are lucky,” the man said as he applied antibiotics to the wound, hoping to prevent any infection from the dog’s saliva. “Most people that escape don’t have your same fate. They are usually diseased by the time I get there.”

That didn’t make her feel any better. Y/N was shaken. She had seen him almost kill her brother, who shared blood and parents with him. She barely knew him, and she was just an obstacle in his life, a means to rise to power and live the life he had always dreamed of.

“Thank you,” she said, feeling immediate relief as he dressed her wound.

“I am going to administer the antibiotics by IV. Let me see your arm.”

“Can you just get a pill?” She was scared to get drugged. Perhaps she was just being paranoid, but she couldn’t help thinking that the doctor was going to drug her from keep her from escaping, obeying Harry.

“I don’t trust you to take them,” he truthfully said as he changed his gloves and prepared everything to find a vein and canalize it. Y/N hesitantly stretched out her arm. He tied the tourniquet, cleaned the area, punctured her. “You might have an upset stomach. I suggest you have dinner.”

“I am not hungry.” The doctor didn’t respond; he was used to it. He had seen and taken care of many things within the walls of the house. He didn’t feel sorry for her. Harry had given her a room and hadn’t dragged her downstairs, which meant he cared for her in a way. The dogs would usually tear people into pieces when found.

“Right. I’ll be back tomorrow to administer your meds and change the dressing,” he informed her as he hung the bag and adjusted the drip. “Liquids, food, and rest.”

“What’s your name?” Y/N asked as he finished packing everything that he had taken out and threw away everything else.

“Cameron,” he said before leaving the room, leaving the door wide open.

Y/N looked around, searching for her phone. She looked at the door, wanting to just run out. Unfortunately, having an IV prevented her from escaping. Before she could get up for her bag and search for her phone, Harry walked in. He made sure to close the door behind him.

A cigarette between his lips and a glass of scotch on the rocks. He had discarded her blazer. His hair was messier from running his hands through it. He wanted to drag her downstairs, chain her to a chair, and have his way with her. He wanted her to regret ever leaving but hurting her would only cause issues with the Italians.

He just knew that he needed to punish her.

“Where were you going?” Harry asked again as he opened the window, the same one she had escaped through. He lit up his cigarette and sat down on the small futon by it. She didn’t say anything. “Are you deaf?”

“I already said it was none of your fuckin' business.”

"Watch your mouth," he sharply said, pointing at her with the cigarette held between his fingers. "You keep thinking this is all a game. I am very tempted to take you downstairs and punish you the only way I know how to. You are not down there merely because of your father."

“I was doing us both a favor,” she shrugged. “You don’t want me here. You’ve made that very clear.” Y/N hoped that Harry continued to believe her father loved and cared for her. The only reason he hadn’t killed her was the consequences he thought it would bring. However, she was sure her father wouldn’t care if she were dead.

“Where were you going? To your father’s?” Y/N laughed and shook her head.

“I am not telling you.” Y/N didn’t want to get Giana in trouble. She still wasn’t sure how far Harry would go to make a statement. Giana’s husband was just as crazy or worse, and she knew he would do crazy things to Giana.

By not telling him, her silence led Harry's mind to a different place. He couldn't help but think she was escaping for a man.

"A man," he said out loud as he took the last drag out of his cigarette. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of his exhale. The air was thick with tension as Harry tried to process the implications of her silence. “Don’t play games with me. Don’t ever, ever think you’re capable of that” He warned her as he banged his hands against the feet of the bed as he stared at her.

“You think you can intimidate me?” She giggled, “My father terrorized me my whole life. You are just a rookie in this game”

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, her injured ankle throbbing with pain. The dim light in the room cast eerie shadows, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Harry extinguished his cigarette, the embers glowing in the darkness as he approached her. His eyes were cold and calculating, and a sinister smile played on his lips.

"What game are you playing, Y/N?" Harry's voice was low, a dangerous edge cutting through the air. He towered over her, making her feel small and vulnerable. "You think you can just run away? Escape? You're mine. You were promised to me and you don't get to decide when this ends."

Y/N swallowed hard, her gaze shifting away from his intense stare.

"This is your home now," he sneered, pacing back and forth like a caged predator. "You belong to me, whether you like it or not. Trying to escape will only make things worse for you.”

“What do you want from me?” Y/N's voice wavered, but she mustered the courage to meet his gaze.

Harry leaned in, his face inches from hers, and the smell of his cologne mixed with a faint hint of smoke surrounded her. "I want your obedience, your loyalty. You'll do what I say without question. And if you think running away will save you, you're mistaken.”

Y/N's heart raced as she felt the weight of his threat. She had seen the brutal side of him, the violence he was capable of, and the thought of being at his mercy terrified her. She clenched her fists, trying to steady herself.

"I won't be a pawn in your twisted game.”

His hand shot out, grabbing her jaw forcefully. "You don't get to talk back to me," he hissed. "Remember your place, or I'll make sure you regret every moment you thought you could defy me.”

With that, Harry released her, leaving Y/N breathless and shaken. As he walked away, she couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come, and the walls of her gilded cage closed in around her.

— PREVIEW OF CHAPTER 7 —

A few hours later, the door creaked open, shattering the quiet sanctuary of Y/N's room. Startled, she looked up to find Silas poking his head in, a small, enigmatic smile dancing on his lips. Surprise washed over her at the sight of him; she had half expected him to be buried six feet under. Since the brutal beatdown, she hadn't heard a whisper about his whereabouts.

"Let's go!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. Despite the sunglasses shielding his eyes, Y/N could discern the remnants of wounds and stitches etched across his face.

Confusion knit her brows tightly together. "Go where?" she inquired, setting her book aside and rising from the bed, a surge of curiosity flooding her senses.

"Anywhere but here," Silas responded cryptically, his gaze flickering around the room as if he anticipated an unwelcome visitor at any moment. "Come on! Before they get back!" he urged, glancing anxiously over his shoulder. "It's now or never."

Anticipation quickened Y/N's heartbeat. She had yearned for a change of scenery, even if it meant incurring Harry's wrath. Without a moment's hesitation, she nodded in agreement and followed Silas out of the room, her spirit alight with the promise of adventure.

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