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wheres the gif of link opening a treasure chest barefoot and he kicks like an idiot it and hurts himself its so goddam funny
it’s like what were you expecting lmao
Have u seen what happens when u crouch and open a chest from the side
No I have not what happens when u crouch and open a chest from the side
i tried it in my game and made it a gif for your convenience
LINK WHY
He is the HERO of TIME
Not the SMART of STUFF
Harry : " You know, I think it's a mistletoe above us. "
Severus : " Indeed. "
Harry : " You know what it means, sir? When two people meet under a mistletoe, they should kiss."
Severus : " Earlier, it wasn't there. Have you put it yourself there, Potter? "
Harry : " Maybe... "
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Ft. Catboy Harry and Voldemort!
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Crowdy Christmas.
Ah, guys, Christmas is almost here soo... I was thinking about a Muggle AU Christmas party where Lily and James live at Spinner's End right next to Eileen and Severus. And they spend Christmas Eve together. Harry visits his parents every year. He's in his thirties now, but his teenage crush on mom's old friend never gone away! Also let's pretend that the person on the right pushed Severus against Harry by accident xD (And now I'm itchy to write it (ᗒᗨᗕ))
Prompt?
I keep thinking about scenarios where Harry and Voldemort unintentionally run into each other.
Like Harry is just sitting on a muggle train minding his own business. Probably trying to run away from the Dursleys. He was SUPPOSED to wait for the guard to come and get him but... screw it. He has a more important mission.
Ends up getting off at a magical underground part of London. Harry is pretty lowkey in disguise. At least as long as he can cover up his scar he is fine right. Kid has on a hat, a jacket and just looks... normal.
Ends up going to a tea shop to figure out his next steps because he REALLY didn't figure out his plan that far, and then who does he see across the way?
Voldemort in disguise having a meeting with someone else.
They make eye contact like
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And Harry sort of just turns his whole body away like he didn't see a damn thing. Voldemort does the same because if he fought Harry right then and there it would blow his cover.
Harry can't leave yet or else Voldemort might be waiting for him or something and then his whole stupid last minute no thought out plan would be a total waste.
While Harry is internally deliberating if he should fight or run or stay there forever, Voldemort just sort of... leaves.
He doesn't even realize it until he looks up again and he's gone. not just hiding. His scar isn't even hurting. he is GONE. He left the building.
Harry thinks its a trick, but Voldemort is now wildly suspicious that either:
A: Harry is able to track him somehow through their connection
B: Actually has liquid luck running through his veins
C: Maybe more powerful than he realized
D: Knows a lot more about him (voldemort) than he ever thought possible and he was rubbing it in his face.
The next time they accidentally met--
The next time they accidentally meet is in the forest of dean.
Harry really had a rough time on his own, but eventually he figured it out. He was always a survivor after all and despite what other people might think he really does thrive in the worst situations.
He was able to find portable shelter (some poor wizard just LEFT their tent out. Harry promised himself he would pay the man back. ... eventually)
But the problem was, it didn't have a proper bath. Sure it had a nice king sized bed and a kitchen to make his aunt drool, but a bathroom with a functioning bath was apparently too much to handle.
That's why he found himself bathing in a river more often than he would like to. Sure, he could have broken into someone's house and borrowed their shower, but that just sounded creepy even if he was desperate enough.
He put up wards like always because he didn't want to risk getting caught. (What a horrible way to die. Starkers in a river trying to make sure he didn't smell like a caveman).
What he didn't expect was Voldemort to come waltzing into his wards like they were made of wet paper.
He didn't even feel them come down, so he had no idea how long the man stood there staring at him. Thank merlin he was waist deep in the water because he couldn't stand the thought of the man being able to see the rest of him.
When they locked eyes, Harry froze instantly. Voldemort was already frozen, still trying to process what he was seeing.
Harry knew he should have said something smart. A threat, an attack on his manhood or something else that didn't make him feel so vulnerable.
Instead, all that came out was "umm.... hi?"
And then Voldemort was gone within the blink of an eye.
Harry tried to convince himself that he was hallucinating or something but he knew deep down that wasn't the case.
Maybe breaking into someone's house wouldn't be so bad after all. The next time they met, Harry hoped he had something more clever to say... and trousers. Trousers were definitely more important.
@moxie4moon (here you go)
The next time they met, he had trousers on. Small mercies.
It was unfortunate that his second wish of having something more clever to say was completely wiped away in the face of the Dark Lord Voldemort, softly lit by the streaks of moonlight slipping through the canopy and the hundreds of blue-white lightning bugs he's slowly guiding into jars, magic weaving through the air in a gentle compulsion. He hadn't noticed Harry yet, and he was struck by the serene look on Voldemort's face. It was only then he realized he had only seen Voldemort when he was angry enough for his emotions to bleed into his head, when he was working, or both.
Just as Harry had resolved to melt back into the shadows and leave, Voldemort's entire body froze.
"Harry Potter. I'm beginning to believe you're stalking me."
"The second time you found me."
Voldemort caps the jars, trapping the lighting bugs inside. "What is it, I wonder, that draws us together." He stepped forward, jars forgotten behind him as Harry received the full weight of his attention.
Harry started wishing he had fled earlier, but he stood his ground and stared defiantly into Voldemort's eyes. Long, elegant digits brush aside the hair covering his scar, and Harry felt a strange and fleeing urge to cant into the touch like a cat. Voldemort's lips twitched up at the corners. Shit. Mind reader.
Harry averted his eyes. "Why is my scar not hurting?"
"I don't know." Harry had never in his life imagined Voldemort saying those words. But if he had, he would have imagined it admitted through gritted teeth, or laced with frustration. They were neither. They were spoken with simple curiosity.
"Why are you being so calm?" Harry asked instead.
"The gathering of starflies requires a state of total tranquility. It is a state I find difficult to reach without assistance."
Voldemort brings his hand back to Harry's face while he processes that statement.
"You're high?" Harry was about to say something else, what he has no idea, because at that moment Voldemort cups his face and presses him thumb flat to his scar.
Every thought Harry has ever had was now in slow motion. The tension drops out of his body, and when Voldemort says, "Intresting." He does not register why that would usually be a very concerning thing for Voldemort to say.
Harry didn't realize how much tension he carried in his body on a daily basis until it was gone. Wow. "Wow." He echoed out loud.
Voldemort laughed. It was a surprisingly nice sound, unlike his evil cackles. He closed his eyes to listen to it better, and the lack of sight made him feel strangely floaty. Like the only anchor was Voldemort's hand, still on his face. He leaned into the touch.
Voldemort coaxed his eyes open with soft words, "Only for a moment, I wish to test a theory," and this time Harry could feel something in his scar. It wasn't burning, though, it was a gentler heat. The sensation of Voldemort examining their connection while high was making him dizzy.
Shock ripped through the bond, and Voldemort abruptly tore himself out of his mind, making Harry twitch. "What-" he started.
Voldemort was making a stressed hissing noise. It was making Harry stressed. Harry did not want to be stressed. He covered Voldemort's mouth. "Stop. No stress."
Voldemort looked at him, then nodded. Harry removed his hand from his mouth, and leaned forward, his head falling onto Voldemort's shoulder.
A confusing swirl of emotions came through the connection. "Shhhh. Just. Relax. Until we're not high anymore."
So they stayed there. Voldemort's hand curling possessively into Harry's hair. "Until then."
The only way we can live in harmony is if one of us stops talking.
Harry's new hobby is embarrassing Voldemort :)
Harry is trying to flirt
Harry Potter in the 1940s ✨🫡
"So I know you sent me to kill the leader of the demons…but there have been some complications" The hero said, trying to hide the ring on their finger.
Arthur shuffles nervously as he stands before his king and father in the throne room. He has just come back from a mission to defeat the last Druids camping in the Camelot Forests.
“Well, son?” Uther urges a report out of his son. Clearly, he must have been victorious as he and his army made it back unharmed. “Are our Enemies no more?”
Arthur coughs to steady his voice. “They are no more our Enemies.” He laughs a little but doesn’t dare to look his father in the eyes. In fact, none of the knights dare to look anywhere else than the floor.
“Out with it Arthur! What is that supposed to mean?!” The King was not known for his patience.
“Look, it seemed more practical to engage with the enemy than fight them.”
“Engage with them? How so?? They are our Enemies!!”
“We went to attack them, as you had ordered, but we got attacked ourselves first by a vicious beast we couldn’t kill.”
“You look pretty unharmed by that”
“The beast was defeated by a Druid coming to our aid.”
“Wasn’t it rather the Druids that had send the beast?
“No, we were invited to their camp and saw the damage the beast had done to them as well.”
“Why would they invite you to their camp? They are our enemies!”
Arthur shuffled again.
“The Druid that saved us said that we are no threat to them.”
“No threat?? My son and 40 of our strongest knights are no threat??”
“I did felt kind of helpless in his vicinity…”
Some knights in the back laughed at this.
“Arthur!”
“He offered to heal us, patch us up and send us on our way home if we agreed not to attack them! Without their help we would have lost half our men!”
“And then you just came back?!”
“Not directly.” Arthur admitted. Some knights behind him started to cough. Arthur now rather looked at the ceiling.
“Which means?!”
“I suggested that it would be more beneficial to have some sort of treaty to avoid such a situation again.”
“You made a deal with our enemy?”
“Technically, not our Enemy anymore…”
“Arthur!”
“Yes!”
“What kind of treaty??”
“No more bloodshed on either side. Binding with a hand in marriage from both sides.”
“Arthur, you are not marrying a Druid woman!!”
“…”
“Arthur!!!”
“I am already married…”
“ARTHUR!!!!!”
“… to a Druid man.”
- Professor Potter, how did you know that orange dark chocolate is my favorite?
- I noticed, every first Monday of the month, they made a dessert orange flavored with dark chocolate for diner and it's the only time you eat a dessert in all month.
- I'm that interesting Potter for you to learn my culinary taste?
- You're pretty interesting to watch. I mean... I find you pretty interesting Severus.
- Really?
I've been going through my old docs and found a little blurb that I don't really know what to do with. It doesn't seem long enough to post as is, and I don't really know how to expand it, so... Have a thing?
Prompt: Dumbledore’s intervention in the battle at the Ministry does not go as planned. The ceiling collapses and Harry has to make a split second decision to leap for safety. Dumbledore is too far away, and more rubble is falling on his side, so Harry goes the other way. Towards Voldemort. In the moment before everything comes crashing down, Voldemort looks as surprised by this as Harry himself. Then, the marble ceiling falls, and once the dust clears, Voldemort sees the “Savior” wasn’t able to jump far enough.
The boy was half-crushed by the rubble, every part of his body submerged save one arm and his head. Voldemort stared at the wall of wreckage that separated him from Dumbledore. He could faintly hear the old man calling out desperately for the boy. He had no idea what was happening on this side. Voldemort’s eyes were drawn back down to Harry.
The boy was trying to breathe and failing badly, achieving only great, broken gasps and heavy, wet, hacking coughs for his efforts. There was blood on his lips.
Punctured lungs. He won’t live long.
Voldemort lowered himself next to Harry and stared at him. He should leave, he could hear Dumbledore shifting the rocks from his side, looking for him and Harry. He reached out and grasped the boy’s chin, turning his face to look at him. Harry’s eyes met his hazily.
“Harry Potter… Of all the ways I’ve imagined your death at my hand, I did not predict this.”
The boy’s shoulder jerked, and he made an odd gurgling noise that sounded like it may have been a laugh.
“By the time your headmaster reaches you, it will be far too late. How does that make you feel?”
Harry’s eyes clouded with something, fear, perhaps, and began flicking about the ruined room wildly, looking for some escape.
Voldemort really should leave. He couldn’t ask for a better exit, Dumbledore had no proof that he had been here, and the Boy-Who-Lived was dying. He could easily hit him with the Killing Curse to ensure that Dumbledore would not be able to enact some miraculous rescue. But there was an idea forming in his mind… It couldn’t hurt to try, he’d just kill the boy if he said no.
“Tell me, Harry Potter,” Harry’s eyes came back to his, “Do you want to die?”
The boy looked confused and tried to speak but only achieved another wet, gurgling sound, bloody bubbles forming on his lips. Voldemort sighed in mild irritation and pressed his wand to the boy’s chest, murmuring a spell that eased the pressure in his chest and allowed him to breathe. Voldemort allowed him a moment to suck in a large gulp of air.
“Well?”
“Why-?”
Voldemort tightened his grip on Harry’s chin, causing the boy to wince.
“Yes or no, do you want to die?”
Harry stared at him, breath coming in shaky gasps as he struggled to think through his pain. His eyes were slowly filling with that same emotion again, fear, or desperation. Voldemort gave him a moment, it wasn’t a light question after all, but his fingers flexed impatiently on his wand. The sound of shiftng rubble was slowly coming closer.
Then, Harry’s expression cleared, and Voldemort felt his jaw clench under his hand. He met Voldemort’s eyes fiercely and shook his head.
“No.” The word was firm, determined.
A manic grin pulled at Voldemort’s mouth.
“Excellent.”
