Author: severelyarchived

Lucky Timing

indiscretus‌:

@severelysnapped | Harry Potter | cont

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“Ah- unfortunately a slip of carelessness on the part of one of my companions, but not to worry, it won’t be happening again.” Queenie had been thoroughly apologetic, and ultimately Newt suspected Dougal was behind it, based on the way the demiguise had been looking at him when he left. Little troublemaker was almost as bad as the Niffler, at times. 

“And you really are quite lucky I showed up when I did- Delilah frightens rather easily, especially around humans, and a Nundu may release incredibly toxic breath when she feels threatened.” He offered a smile, and wondered if this man was from the Ministry, considering his accent was decidedly British, and not American. That could be very very bad for him. “Newt Scammander, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. You are― ?”

“That slip could have been costly,” Harry pointed out grimly, refusing to be charmed by the man’s easy if rather awkward demeanor. Nothing about him came across as particularly dangerous, but that hardly meant much in their world. Still, the name Delilah had his brows shooting skyward – and his posture relaxing incrementally despite his misgivings. 

If that wasn’t the most Hagrid thing to name a Nundu he had ever heard. 

Shaking his head, he supposed there was little to do about this situation other than the obvious point of arrest – when the man introduced himself. Newt Scamander. Harry wasn’t one for remembering authors, but with a name like that to make fun of all year it had certainly stuck in between doodling with Ron upon their tattered shared copy of a particular book – 

“Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them!” He blurted it before he could think – “Shit,” He didn’t know if that had been published yet for crying out loud. “I mean – damn, sorry,” He held out his hand, “Harry Potter – I’m really hoping you’re the man I think you are or that’s going to be even harder to explain.” All thoughts of arrest fled in the face of something even distantly recognizable, admittedly.  

agonybred‌:

♞░ HARRY POTTER; continued from here (x) @severelysnapped

         "but   he   will  have   power   the   Dark   Lord  knows   not…   and   either   must  die   at   the   hand   of   the   other  for   NEITHER   CAN   LIVE   WHILE  THE   OTHER  SURVIVES…   the   one   with   the   power   to   vanquish   the   Dark   Lord  will   be   born  as   the   seventh  month   dies….“   that  was   the   prophecy  harry   had   yet   to   find  out.   but   for   now   he   was   left  with   NOTHING   BUT   QUESTIONS.   why?  why   was   this  happening   to   him?  he   couldn’t   help  but   remain   a   little   self-involved,   unable  to   fathom   that  other   people   could  be   h u r t i n g   just  as   much   as   him.  

       there   was   always  something   wary   about  snape   that   potter  had   felt   SINCE  THE   MOMENT   he   met   him,  although   he   could  never   put   his   tongue   on   it.   he   found   it   hard   to   take   the   man’s   advice  which   such   ANGER  AND   DISTRUST   boiling  through   his   veins.  shoulders   were   always  tense,   clenched   in   an   upright  positions.   streaks   of   black   hair  clean   cut   but   always   to   the   side,  swaying   over   the   SCAR   that  connected   him   so   deeply   to   the   man   NO   ONE  BELIEVED   was   back.  

even   saying   the   name   out loud,  diggory,   made   the   boy   W I N C E.  the   memory   was   so   vivid  &   played   through  his   head   constantly.  there   were   many  times   where   the   young   boy   had   been  afraid   but   perhaps  THE   ONLY   TIME  he   truly   showed  it   was   when  he   held   the   dead   boy   in   his   hands   and   truly   fought  voldermort   for   the   first   time.  

he   was   so   ANGRY  all  the   time.   he   had   hated  his   life   up   until   hogwarts,  had   been   thrown  and   tossed   around  like   HE   WAS  NOTHING.   hogwarts   had   taken   him   in,   given  him   a   family,  a   life   worth  fighting   for,   but   he   felt  that   all   being  taken   away.   he   hated  it,   WHY   HE  WAS   THE   UNLUCKY  ONE?  

❛               if   it’s  not   𝐌𝐘   𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓—   then  why   does   nobody  else   see   voldermort  in   their   head?     why   was   i   the   one   who   saw   his   return?               ❜         

Severus had not known what to expect from Potter upon breaching this subject, but that the response was this spoke alarmingly clearly of how badly they were failing the boy. Shoulders stiffening slightly, he did not deign to acknowledge the use of the Dark Lord’s name at this juncture and instead focused on the salient point of the question. There were many answers he could give – all obfuscating the truth of matters – but few that might alleviate the frustration of forced ignorance. 

“It does not matter why Potter,” The brutal truth was one that came without ornament or tact – in the end, they could no more shield this boy from war than they could themselves. To feign differently was folly – but that hardly meant he need be careless. “What reason could I give that would make it justifiable or logical?” A single brow arched, daring the young man to think about this critically – why did not change what was nor did it make it any more tolerable. 

“At the end of the day, you have been targeted by darkness – what darkness does to you or around you cannot fall on your shoulders. The crimes of the Dark Lord are not yours to bear and the fault is not yours to carry simply because you see that which others do not.” If anything, the crimes at least were for men and women far older to manage, but Severus knew they would never be so lucky. So long as the Dark Lord set his sights on this boy, children would be the theater of this war. 

“There will be no keeping you from what is to come, regardless of what the Headmaster may hope for – but so long as he is here to shelter you, I would suggest you make use of it.” He was couching on dangerous territory now, but it would not do for the boy to isolate himself this way nor would it serve for him to continue using his friends and Umbridge as outlets for his anger. The former had done nothing to deserve it, and the latter was problematic enough without being granted consistent fuel for her war against Potter and Dumbledore both. 

Ignorance is Bliss ( or is it? )

indiscretus‌:

@severelysnapped​ | Gellert Grindelwald | cont.

Newt dozed a while longer, unconscious of the way he shifted under the coat to soak up the warmth that lingered from the other man, and blissfully unaware of the fact he’d even fallen asleep, much less the presence of another near him. It was nearly twenty minutes later that he finally blearily lifted his head, blinking at his surroundings, noticing that it had gotten much darker since he’d sat down. Odd― he should have been much colder by this time in the evening, having slept against cold stone… It was then he noticed that another coat had been placed atop his own, and blinked, before thinking to look around for its owner. 

Green eyes widened in shock and alarm as he saw who it was that had taken notice of him standing nearby, and for a moment he felt breath and words both leave him. Perhaps that was a good thing, though, because he noticed several things in the time it took for his voice and lungs to begin working again.

For one, the man had made no move to attack him, and for another, chances were he’d simply been standing there this whole time, without a coat. That didn’t make much sense to Newt, and while it was easy to chalk it up to ‘humanish nonsense’, it also struck a curious note, as it reminded him of waiting at a slumbering creature’s side to earn its trust. 

“What are you doing here?” He croaked, voice too thick with sleep and exhaustion to carry any real malice.

With no agenda to attend to, Gellert had little issue standing at quiet attention off to the side. It was something second nature to him, to stand rooted somewhere and simply observe the world as it moved around him – and in this instance it had the benefit of placing him in a position of defense over someone who would surely not expect it. There was value in the power of a single voice – of that there could be no doubt – and the voice Scamander carried bore weight for others in a way that was quietly appealing. Better then, to have him as an ally than to mark him as an enemy. 

It was not long before the rough sound of a sleep weary voice tinged with nerves reached his ears. Chin raising slightly, he considered returning the question upon the inquirer before ultimately yielding in the name of good will, “I had business here that has since been concluded.” Vague though it might have been, it was truthful enough as he shifted and took the man in. “I must say I did not expect to find you sleeping on a stoop so near the place.” Then again he didn’t generally anticipate finding people asleep on stoops in general. “Everything alright?” No sooner did he ask it, did Gellert know it would be turned into a weapon against him, but there was no taking the words back now. 

Witchy Starters

splattermemes:

splattermemes‌:

as requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

  • “I need a new familiar.”
  • “It’s a love potion! What could possibly go wrong?”
  • “My broom needs to be taken to the mechanic again.”
  • “If ___ only knew the kinds of things I could do to him/her/them…”
  • “I’m only a witch, not a miracle worker.”
  • “Halloween is my aesthetic.”
  • “Where can a witch find some decent beetle eyes around here?”
  • “Please don’t tell me that you just sat on my wand.”
  • “Do you think this is Harry Potter or something?”
  • “You can’t just say a bunch of words that sound like Latin and expect to make magic.”
  • “What? No magic here. Just gals being pals.”
  • “Of course I’m a witch. I just don’t have green skin or face warts.” / “I really wish I looked like a cartoon witch. That would be awesome.”
  • “Stop putting your potion ingredients in the fridge!”
  • “Magic is a sophisticated craft. You can’t just say ‘pizza-us apparatus’.”
  • “I can’t believe that this spell is too advanced for me.”
  • “The only family I would marry into is the Addams family.”
  • “I can pass as a goth.”
  • “Look, I’m sorry I turned you into a toad.” / “If I had it my way, you’d still be eating flies.”
  • “What are you gonna do? Burn me at the stake?”
  • “Be nice to my familiar. Our souls are literally bonded.”
  • “How dare you accuse me of trying to sneak a potion into your food?!”
  • “We have to ask ourselves: what are magic’s limitations? Like, can it unburn my chicken nuggets?”
  • “Why would I clean when the dishes can do themselves?”
  • “Some people just don’t appreciate magic the way that they should.”
  • “I told you not to summon demons in the house!”
  • “I may be a witch, but at least I’m not a bitch.”
  • “Just because I do magic and find girls cute, I ‘dance with the devil’? No way! He owes me money, I’d never dance with him.”