oof

[Frantix3654 @frantix3654]

@maximilian_ Yt home page did a funny

[HalfTangible @HalfTangible]

"Potter, is it true that you spent an entire evening in the slytherin girls' dormitories?"
"Yes, Professor."
"After Snape explicitly screamed not to?"
"Yes, Professor."
"Have a biscuit, Potter."

[Bat Wave 🦇 @wavebatt]

The new generation

[Frodoño @Jose_V2001]

El concepto de que después de que Bruce muere/jubila de ser Batman y los 4 Robin toman el manto al mismo tiempo para que Batman pase a ser un mito en el cual está en múltiples lugare a la vez... puede ser peak.

[Digital Heretyk💻🇻🇦 @Digital_Heretyk]

"HARRY! HARRY! What in the name of Merlin were you doing with the Malfoid girl?"

"Nothing prof-"

"Good God, the whole castle could hear it! Girl screams like a banshee! Haven't heard anyone lay it down like that since your father was here. 500 points to Gryfindor!"

[folla kamiones 🇨🇱🔥🔥 @MomosTrolos]

Lisan al-Gaib

[HAYES @hayes_gens]

the Malfoys are not thrilled about the new boyfriend

[Zikuan 🌹🕷️ @Zikuan22]

A WALTZ!? A FUCKING WALTZ!?
THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY, WE'RE GETTING FAN-MADE OSTS FOR MALFOID FANFICS AND FANARTS!?

[Aleχ (coms open) @Alessandro49472]

Well, i didn't expect to make a new piece this soon but here we are:

The Waltz of Unspoken Love

[raizon937 @raizon937]

> A peacock
> traditionally a symbol of profound transformation
> also attributed to heavenly vision and protection
> Absolute silence when Dracaena drops the words like she's revealing a long-awaited Bankai.

There is so much peak, it vastly outshines the Himalayas themselves.

[John Orbit 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 @rafaeltkinder]

"In the end, just as Voldemort was killed for the first time by a love he could never understand, he is slain for the final time by a love he could never extinguish."

[Hokago Table Talk ✝️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧⚡️⚪️ @htt_tnd]

Men like romance, actually. Just not romance for women.

[Sensei Out of Context @SenseiContext]

The Trolley Problem and Mom. (1/2)

TL/Edit:@SenseiContext | Art:
@kou88450

[Sensei Out of Context @SenseiContext]

The Trolley Problem and Mom. (2/2)

[SnowBallBoy 🇺🇸 @SnowBallz7777]

To add onto this, to repeat what others have said, not only does this fix the mediocre romance in Harry Pottery AND fix Malfoy’s wasted potential;

It provides a massive fix for Slytherin as a whole

Malfoy’s wasted potential is just the biggest symptom of the problem with this house as a whole

Slytherin is seen as evil, not everyone from Slytherin is evil, but narratively speaking Slytherin is an antagonistic house at odds with the other three

And this is just either ignored or accepted, it has never and will never make sense why Slytherin is simultaneously written as both a normal house alongside Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff while also having SO much baggage and problems

It is effectively 3 good houses VS. One evil house, and the main cast reflects that with Hermione being spiritually Ravenclaw and Ron is spiritually Hufflepuff, and Malfoy (and co.) constantly being at odds with them with no meaningful payoff

Malfoid fixes this by adding the missing piece for the four houses: A character in the main cast that bridges the hostility by defying fate and having Malfoy and Harry go from enemies to lovers

Slytherin is no longer just a time bomb of potential wizard terrorists, it’s now represented by Malfoy fighting against Voldemort with Harry, their love for each other defying fate against all odds and being the key to defeating him

A long chained history of pain and evil is broken, the shadow that has loomed over Slytherin is now lifted, and Hogwarts can now enter into a new peaceful era with four equal houses of happy students living in harmony and love

[Kyle @Brownkyl1]

"It's supposed to show you your heart's greatest desire. It's called the Mirror of Erised. Dumbledore told me about it." Harry said, his face turning red.
"Well it seems your mirror is broken, Potter." Draconia giggled, "Because I only see you and me."

[moonlightbro @moonlightbro]

"Affectus remotio" Draconia whispered, gritting her teeth and clenching her wand. Waiting, desperately, for something to happen, for something to change. The stack of books around her growing taller by the hour, with titles such as "Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed", and "A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions". She had been at it for hours, late into the night, casting counter-curse after counter-curse on herself. Feeling nothing change but her level of anguish.
She hadn't showered or left the library in two days. Her hair was greasy, and the bags under her eyes were heavy. "Stupid Snape. Stupid potions. Stupid magic. Stupid Potter!" Draconia shouted, knocking over one of her stacks of dusty tomes.
"Shh." Instructed a passing ghost, much to her irritation.
"Stupid ghost." she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
She looked a mess, and smelled even worse. Luckily it was several hours past midnight, and the library was completely empty. She had special permission to be out of bed this late of course, from Snape. "Good luck with your research Miss Malfoid, however, I don't suspect you will find the answers you seek in the library." What did he mean by that? Something about the way he said it bothered her. What does it mean? She looked down at her notes, full of hastily scratched spells and their counter curses, references to books that referenced other books, old anecdotes, and rumors of love hexes.
She pulled her hair again, and slammed her fist on the table. If Snape knew what was wrong with her, why wouldn't he tell her? Is this a test of some sort?
As she thought, she absent-mindedly sketched a lightning bolt in her notes.
Suddenly, she knew. Of course. It was unthinkable, but it was the only explanation. Potter used the imperius curse on her. One of the three unforgivable curses, used to control people like a puppet. Probably when she was sleeping, he snuck in and cast it on her, with a subtle enough command that it would go unnoticed. Of course! A spell that dark and that powerful wouldn't be released by simple counter-curses found in the student library.
Draconia was more relieved than angry. Finally, an explanation. Now she just needed to find Potter, get him to release the curse, and tell her father. Finally, something to get that half-blooded creep expelled.
She took out her silver hairbrush, ran it through her platinum hair, and sighed, ready to return to her dorm and get some much needed sleep.
After returning the books to their proper home, she exited the library quietly, smiling to herself. "I'm probably the first witch in history to be relieved to discover she's under the control of the imperius curse", she mused. The castle was unnerving at night, but it was never quiet. The soft roar of the torches in the corridor, the sleepless ghosts floating around, the soft snoring of the living paintings. Though she was apprehensive, at least she wasn't alone.
Alone. The word echoed in her head.
She heard footsteps around the corner in front of her. They were hurried, but light. Someone trying not to be caught. Before she could think, Draconia dove into an alcove nearby, hiding next to a suit of armor who turned to look at her, seemingly confused. She held up a finger to her mouth to quiet the armor, to which it simply shrugged and returned to it's resting position.
Draconia peeped around the corner and saw a Gryffindor robe and untidy black hair speed by. Harry?! What in Merlin's beard is he doing here?
Is he... looking for her? He must be. She gritted her teeth in anger. That creep is up to no good. Probably sneaking around looking for more ways to torment her. Though she was exhausted beyond measure, and yearned for her bed, she decided to follow him.
Harry was going somewhere she had never been before, ducking through hallways and secret doorways. Behind paintings and through dark corridors. Never once did he turn and notice her. How did this oblivious fool manage to cast such a high-level dark curse on her?
Finally, after squeezing into a dark and dusty room, Harry stopped. Draconia ducked down, peeking around a dusty sheet hanging over an abandoned globe to look at him from behind.
He was just standing there, staring at himself in a mirror. What? She continued watching him for minutes, waiting for him to do something, but he just... stood there. Staring at himself.
Draconia couldn't hold it in anymore, and she started laughing.
Harry whipped his head around, wand in hand.
"Malfoid?! What are you doing here? Did you follow me?"
"Honestly Potter, sneaking off to stare at yourself in the mirror? Such vanity!"
"I wasn't... that's not..." Harry stammered, looking away from her shyly.
"That's pathetic, even for you." Draconia giggled, her hair falling forward as she clutched her stomach.
"It's no ordinary mirror, Malfoid," Harry shot back, "It... well... come take a look."
"Sure", she laughed, approaching him. "And what exactly am I supposed to be seeing?"
"What do you mean? Just look in the mirror."
"I am, I don't see anything unusual."
"It's supposed to show you your heart's greatest desire. It's called the Mirror of Erised. Dumbledore told me about it." Harry said, his face turning red.
"Well it seems your mirror is broken, Potter." Draconia giggled, "Because I only see you and me."

[Misael @Miisaezz]

Rat King - Deadlock Edit #deadlock #edit