"Ugh, Saint Harry Potter." Malfoy grumbled, lounging like a cat. "Just because he's famous and has that stupid scar and is okay at Quidditch everybody loves him, strutting about like he owns the place... Like *he's* the heir of Slytherin."
Harry and Ron froze, expectantly.
"I'd certainly be helping him if he were." She sneered. "Starting with offing Granger. 'You're in my spot, chipmunk'. Ha!"
Ron's fists clenched, but Harry quickly said "But, surely, you must have some idea who it is?"
"Goyle, I've told you both I don't." She glared. "Twice a week. Since Filch's cat."
Harry privately thanked God that Crabbe and Goyle were stupid enough that getting details wrong was understandable.
"Father wouldn't tell me anything about it either. It was 50 years ago, of course, so before his time, but he definitely knows about it. And I was able to find out the last time the Chamber was opened, a Mudblood died." She grinned wide. "So it's only a matter of time before another one bites it. Pansy and I have a bet going on Granger." She snorted. "She wants to see her petrified with her stupid teeth out."
Malfoy sat up, then. "Father says to keep my head down and let the heir get on with it. He's been terse lately; you know the manor was raided last week?"
Harry tried to force Goyle's face into a dull look of concern. "They didn't find anything?"
"Nothing dark enough to warrant anything more," She snorted. "We've got most of it hidden. Remember that alcove in the drawing room, third floor? It leads to a little secret chamber of our own."
Ron's eyes glinted with triumph, and Harry quickly changed the subject back before Malfoy could notice.
"Was the attacker ever caught last time?"
"Expelled, yeah." Malfoy shrugged, waving a dismissive hand. "Probably rotting in Azkaban."
"Azkaban?" Harry asked, puzzled.
There was a pause, then, and Malfoy turned very slowly to look at 'Goyle', and gears seemed to turn in her head. And from the look on 'Crabbe's' face, Harry had just said the one thing even Goyle wouldn't have been dumb enough to say.
"... Goyle." She said, eyes narrowing. "Where did you and I first meet?"
Oh no.
Herzha vs. Brall
This animation was inspired by those versus comparison videos on TikTok.
Huge thanks to @derpixon for letting me use her character. I have to say, I probably wouldn’t be where I am today
if it weren’t for you sharing my very first animation. I honestly don’t know if I’d be here today if you hadn’t helped me back then. Thank you so much! 🙏
#Derpixon #PinkShonen #Herzha #Brall #fightscene
Shorty said just the tip but bruh seized the opportunity and slide it in when she got distracted talking to her boyfriend on the phone lol smart ngga 😂😂
#CHUDAI#WATAA#EBONY#BBC
Backup acc @Ebonylife_01@ebonylife_02
много много лет спустя им уже много лет все взрослые все дела, как обычно сиске, ставь лайк если хочешь больше ну и я мб подумаю
прона не будет не надейтесь пока
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Harry showing off the house while absolutely not noticing that Dracaena is thinking to herself “our house elf has quarters larger than this house. And he lives in a CLOSET??” Cause the abuse was so normalized he doesn’t notice just how fucked the whole situation was
“It’s mine,” said Harry, matter-of-factly, as he idly bounced the Elder Wand in his hand. Everyone was silent with incredulity as they stood on the body and rubble-strewn bridgeway leading to the equally demolished Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their focus, however, was fixed on their oldest friend as he held a wand of destiny - THE Elder Wand, a DEATHLY HALLOW - as if holding a pepper shaker in his palm.
“W-Well,” says Ron, “What’re you gonna to do with it, Harry?”
Harry turns it over once, twice… then takes both ends with both hands and-
A bandaged hand smacks the back of Harry’s head before he can do the deed. Wide-eyed with disbelief, Lyra (Draco) Malfoy steps close into Harry’s personal space and baps his chest with her bandaged fist with all her might. It’s not much, but it causes both herself and Harry to wince as it jostles injuries sustained by both.
“Are you absolutely daft, Potter?!” Lyra smacks Harry’s arm. Again, both wince. “Your first instinct, just BREAK it?!”
Harry looks to Ron and Hermoine, the former of whom seems to shrug in a kind of ‘I’m with her’ gesture while Hermoine clears her throat and says, “Lyra, the wand is too dangerous to be kept by anyone. Even Harry, it’ll just put a target on his-“
Lyra groans and rolls her eyes. “Of all people here, Granger, I thought YOU would see it…” She then stomps a few feet away towards the ruined school and throws her hands out in an exaggerated showcase. “Does no one see the amount of work THIS will take without that wand?! Anyone?!”
No one has an answer.
Lyra nods with a satisfied huff, then makes her way back over to Harry. Patting him on the shoulder, she looks into his eyes and says, “AFTER it all, destroy it. But right now, that rubble needs to be cleared to find bodies and the school needs to be rebuilt, and this - THIS -“ Lyra grabs Harry’s wand hand and gently shakes it before his eyes. “This helps that go faster. Just for now. Deal?”
Harry’s eyes flicker across Malfoy’s war-smeared face, beautiful even after surviving Hell at his side, and nods with a surprised chuckle. “That’s… a good plan, actually.”
“Of course it is!” Lyra stands on her tiptoes and kisses Harry with a sharp smirk on her lips. “It’s one of mine, after all~!”
i have not, infact, closed twitter
help
please help
i have an insatiable urge to read all of the harry potter books and then all the fics on ao3 and draw ship art and and-
IM NOT BUILT FOR THIS
MAKE IT STOP
PLEASE TELL ME THIS JS JUST A TREND THAT WILL PASS