Lucky Timing

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@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.

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.” | healer!Draco @ Harry

{ Hurt Starters }

“Thanks for the advice, but I don’t really have time to be laying around Malfoy. I’ll take some pain reliever and whatever else, but I’ll be damned before I spend the remainder of my shift in here.” Let alone the two days that were being insisted upon. “It’s not as bad as we thought it was anyway.” Which meant he’d be able to bully Clemence into clearing him for duty easily enough – if you weren’t bleeding or on your death bed, you could still be working as far as that old codger was concerned. There were some benefits to the fact not all of the older generation had retired yet, honestly.

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❛❛ This is how it feels when you lose a war. Even when you win, you lose. ❜❜ from luna to harry.

{ SIXX AM starters }

Harry was contemplative in the wake of that, feeling the softly spoken words settle in against his very bones. Despite their despondent nature, he felt as if he had experienced a balm upon his soul and it took him a moment to parse out why. It was only when he had figured out that he replied, “You’re right – if we’re being honest with ourselves, at least. You’ve always been a little more aware than others, of how much the wizarding world likes to lie to itself.”

It was a harsh observation, but Harry was quite through with acting as though he wasn’t completely aware of the hypocrisy that surrounded him. If anyone would appreciate his true thoughts – well, it would probably be the one person willing to prompt them.

“It’s hollow – isn’t it?” He mused, looking back toward the castle, expression grim despite how determinedly bright the Ministry was being. “All these celebrations, all this cheerfulness. It’s like they don’t even want to look at what really happened, let alone change anything to keep it from happening again. Treating it like a bad storm that just passed through – something that’s over just because the danger part has eased off – it’s not real. It’s – heavier, than that. The price of winning – when it costs so much – how anyone can celebrate, or act like it’s all just fine now – I don’t get it. I really truly don’t.”

‘ are you telling me you thought of all of that right there on the spot? ’ i love it when minerva is incredulous @ harry

{ Devotion Of Suspect X Starters }

“How else was I supposed to come up with it?” Harry’s incredulous tone was matched only by his perplexed expression, “Its not like I have a lot of free time to be concocting wild stories Professor – sometimes you just have to improvise. You know, like with Divination homework.”

‘ you are lucky. ’ | Newt @ clash!Harry after a dangerous beastie run-in?

{ Long Way Gone Starters }

Harry stared at the small, innocuous suitcase now housing what had been, mere moments ago, a very ( incredibly ) large and extremely upset Nundu – which, first of all, “How did that end up in New York?” Considering the man before him had managed to capture a creature he distinctly remembered required over a hundred wizards to subdue, he had a feeling the very culprit for its release was standing right in front of him. “And why do I get the feeling luck had nothing to do with it.”

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“Hold still or you’ll bleed even more.” | Severus @ Harry

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{ Times Of Terror }

“Easy for you to say,” Harry grit out, still holding on to his head as he fought the urge to lift his body up and away from the intruding element. Although theoretical logic told him that withdrawing a foreign object from the body could cause more damage than it alleviated, in practice one’s mind tended to be far too busy screaming to remember theory.

It was his own damn fault really – he’d been so focused on the fight in front of him that he had failed to account for his back, and now he had to deal with the consequences of being impaled by – “The fuck is this thing, anyway?” He managed, still gripping the other end of it firmly in order to keep himself from falling further onto the damn thing. It looked vaguely like some kind of vine – strangely, he couldn’t help but think Neville would know what it was.

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‘ in the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy, and confusion. ’ ( albus @ harry )

{ A Long Way Gone }

“Really.” The tone was dubious enough, even if Harry glanced at the sky unconsciously, wondering vaguely if one needed to reach a certain age to achieve such answers from an otherwise unfeeling atmosphere. “I suppose I’ll have to take your word for it then, professor. I find most of my answers tend to be a little closer to the ground.”

😊 Sit down next to my muse | whatever the most awkward situation possible between harry & draco is, that’s what I’m picturing

{ Nonverbal Starters }

The minute Harry had heard that the Daily Prophet would be running a piece on Hogwarts’ reparation process, he had made himself scarce. He knew full well that it would just turn into a disgusting tabloid drama if one of the reporters or photographers managed to catch him – though he’d been kind enough to forewarn Hermione before slipping out of the castle, if only so she could hide the remaining members of the DA as well.

Nobody wanted to be famous when it came at so steep a cost as the echoes of people who weren’t there anymore. Harry had grown accustomed to that bitter truth over the course of his magical career, but for all of his friends it was an honesty that was virulent and raw, scraping at their insides in ways that seemed hauntingly familiar. If he could spare them the cameras and the questions, he would – but not if it meant lingering long enough to get caught himself.

He’d been so quick though, he’d failed to bring much by way of distraction. His mind was mulling hazily over his coming exams and present homework, but no major epiphanies rolled in without the texts in front of him. His mind was shifting toward that strange numb place it had been floating through much of the year when he heard the crunch of footsteps and found his hand falling to his wand even before he glanced over.

What he witnessed was – not unusual, actually. Draco had been withdrawn this year, so the fact his head was down and he didn’t seem combative wasn’t as strange as it might have been once. They were both quiet, even when the other ultimately opted to hunker down beside Harry – striking and strange on the ground, and looking just as miserable and disgusted as Harry felt.

He looked away. The animosity of before was – so small now, he couldn’t even muster up the energy to be annoyed by the other’s presence. With all that had happened, it just seemed so – pathetically pointless.

“I take it the vultures have arrived, then.” It was a strange olive branch, the idea that he could share in contempt with Draco Malfoy, and feel both justified and at ease with it. But it felt better, overall, than sitting in awkward and unhappy silence while they waited for the passing of fools and war profiteers.

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