LION • HEART

[kieljamespatrick]

[choseni]

independentcho​:

It wasn’t at all unexpected that she and Professor Flitwick kept in touch. He had been a mentor during her time at school— a mentorship that had lasted even after her graduation— and it wasn’t too far off to consider him a guardian figure, especially given the care he often showed her that her own parents weren’t in the habit of giving. He messaged her regularly, asking to know how she was doing, or to seek her professional opinion on the latest discourse surrounding hex vs. jinx wandwork, or to meet her for tea if she’d have the availability in her schedule.

His latest message was one that had given her an unusual meeting place— his office at Hogwarts, of all the cafes and restaurants he could have chosen and usually did choose for their rendezvous. Still, strange as it was, she had accepted the offer, not one to deny herself the chance to return to a place that held seven years’ worth of memories.

And it was at the tail end of her conversation with Flitwick that a sudden slam! interrupted them, startling Cho. She whirled around, fingers itching reflexively for her wand, but the urge to cast a counter-spell of some sort fell away when she spotted a sheepish-looking Harry Potter peering at them from a door that seemed to be the culprit of the sound.

“Heavens, Harry!” Flitwick squeaked, eagerly beckoning him to join them. “I believe you remember Miss— it’s ‘miss’, yes? I haven’t forgotten anything? Ah, yes, I thought so— I believe you remember Miss Chang, hm?”

“Ah— hello, Harry.” She hadn’t kept in contact with Harry, much less seen him, since the end of the Battle, so while Cho did her best to offer a smile that was polite and kind, she admittedly felt somewhat stiff and awkward as she stepped aside to make room for him in the conversation. Flitwick, however, beamed at her and clapped his hands together, oblivious to her minor unease or even the history shared between his former students. Turning his grin to Harry, the older wizard chuckled. “I’d like to be the first to introduce you to our newest Charms professor!”

Something about being in the presence of his former classmates always made him feel more youthful. Whenever Hermione or Ron stopped by the castle for a visit, it almost felt in the back of Harry's mind as if they were seconds away from throwing his old invisibility cloak on over their heads and going snooping in places they shouldn't.

It was no different with her, though, rather than the nostalgic youthful feeling, Harry was feeling slight tinges of whatever it was that always made him feel so strange and awkward around her. But, again, Harry reminded himself that he was not a fourteen year old kid anymore, and the simple presence of a pretty witch wasn't going to make him forget his current professionalism, even if they did once share something.

It was easier to remember, to feel more his age again when he managed to give her a polite smile, nodding his head in respect as he stepped further into the hallway.

“Cho—“ Harry nodded. “Nice to see you again.”

Flitwick's words finally clicked in Harry's mind and he looked between them, unsure why he felt surprise. He should have known sooner or later that more of the staff he'd grown up with would be stepping back, with younger replacements filling the roles. He just hadn't expected someone he knew quite so soon.

“Harry here has been teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts!” Flitwick squeaked and Harry couldn't help the slight smile from tugging at his lips, only for it to falter when he went on. “—Quite the lot of banging and explosions from his classroom at all hours, I tell you!”

Harry felt his face flush as Flitwick laughed. He didn't dare look at Cho in case she laughed too. He felt the need to defend himself, though found it hard to muster the appropriate authority in their presence, that young and small feeling taking over once more.

“Well, I prefer a hands on approach with the incantations, you see—“ Harry started, before shaking his head slightly, deciding he didn't care what Flitwick poked fun at, as long as his students' marks proved it was working.

Instead, he managed to address Cho again, squashing his self-conscious feelings and attempting to see her as a colleague.

“So, you're really taking over Charms? What made you want to come back? Er—not that this isn't a great career or anything—just a little boring for some, I suppose—“

[choseni]

@independentcho​

“Now, remember, the only reading material you should have out during lessons are textbooks and notes, understand?” Harry gave the second-year girl a stern, yet good natured smile as he passed back the magazine he'd taken from her during lessons that morning. She nodded, her face bright red as she shoved it back into her bag and bolted from his office.

Harry sighed, waves of affections for the students washing over him as the spring air from the open window blew in, ruffling his hair. Harry watched as Ariel, his brown owl, swooped back forth in front of the window, enjoying stretching her wings in warm air for once.

There were only a few months left of Harry's first year as a teacher, and though Harry was the current youngest member of staff in his mid-twenties, he felt as if this job had aged him in a good way, put him right where he'd always needed to be, and now he could just be comfortable.

It seemed he wasn't the only one enjoying the day. Harry glanced towards his office door as he heard laughter from out in the hallway. Harry recognized Flitwick's voice, but he couldn't place what would have the old professor so amused out in the middle of the hallway. Harry turned down the dial of the radio on his desk and stepped towards the door, peering out towards Flitwick's office.

Flitwick was speaking with a witch, her back to Harry. They seemed to be engaging like old friends, though Harry noted the witch had to be about his age, though she was dressed smartly. There was something familiar about her silky dark hair, something about it giving him a not-entirely unpleasant swooping feeling in his stomach.

Harry crept further into the hallway, gasping as a draft pull of wind from the still-open window caused his office door to slam shut loudly behind him, echoing throughout the hallway. Harry felt his face flush and he resisted the urge to shrink back, reminding himself he had just as much a right to these halls as her, and he had not been purposely eavesdropping.

[pyrlspite]

due to personal reasons I will be cheating death

[alaskancat]

[leneemusing]

misc prompts for your feels

“ unique just means alone. ” “ i’m not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first. ” “ i know i’m a monster, but you look at me like i’m a man. ” “ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe. ” “ we all have sins to pay penance for. ” “ don’t look at me like i’m a hero. you’ll only disappoint yourself. ” “ sometimes when you look at me it’s like…it’s like you’re staring straight past my flesh and into my soul. ” “ you make me want to live. ” “ i know i don’t deserve forgiveness, but i like the idea that some people think i might. ” “ i trust you with my life. ” “ you’re more like family to me than my own blood. ” “ i’ve never had any sort of family before. ” “ your life is far more precious than mine. ” “ i don’t care what happens to me. as long as you’re safe. ” “ i need you to live…cause if you’re gone then, i don’t know what the point of it all is anymore. ” “ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ” “ i love you, and i know you may never feel the same. but i’m okay with that. ” “ i couldn’t say no to you even if i wanted to. ” “ you’re worth more than this. ” “ why do you walk around as if you’re somehow less valuable than the rest of the world? ” “ please, let me help you. ” “ just let me do this for you. ” “ you do have something to live for. you have me. ” “ you’ll always have me. ” “ i see you. i know you feel so invisible all the time, but you’re not. not to me. ” “ it’s okay to be angry, you’re allowed to be upset about what happened to you. ” “ don’t you realize you deserve more than this? ” “ you’re not a machine or— or some thing. you’re a person, and i’m sorry anyone ever made you feel otherwise. ” “ please, just hold on a little longer. i can’t lose you too. ” “ this scar..what happened? ” “ if you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. ” “ you’re bleeding— how long have you been hiding this?! ” “ sometimes i realize one day i could die, i could just disappear and the world would be none the wiser. there’d be no one to miss me and that terrifies me more than death itself. ”  “ i’m not sure i know who i’m supposed to be anymore. ” “ my mind is so loud and i’m afraid it’ll never be quiet again. ” “ when i’m in a crowd i just want to melt away and yet, when i’m alone it’s somehow worse. ” “ loneliness is a poison and i’ve been drinking it for so long, i don’t there there’s an anecdote to save my soul. ” “ i don’t care if the world knows my name, i just want you to remember me. ” “ you deserve more than i could ever give you. ” “ i love you. i know that’s not enough, but i do. ” “ you’re safe with me, you always will be. ” “ you make me feel safe. like i’m allowed to be anything i want. ” “ i’d do anything to be the person you love again. ” “ i’ve got you, you’re safe. ” “ just rest, i’m here. ” “ you can stay with me tonight. ”

[choseni]

ew im on mobile but i kinda want more moots and potential interactions.

[vintagepales2-blog]

“the moody alleys and crooked houses of Lüneburg, Germany”

[choseni]

theslytherin-elite​:

As Professor Potter made the list of spells which were supposed to be more difficult, Dominic found none that he didn’t know of. Almost bothered him; probably would have more if he didn’t take such pride in knowing these spells. Ever since he was a young boy, he had been especially interested in anything revolving the dark arts. While the other magical children was all about their brooms and making things move and such, Dominic was more interested in how you could use magic to put others in harms way.

Dominic’s hunger for power, urge to manipulate, harm, drain people’s life had always been present but from the very moment he had started his Hogwarts education, the urge grew stronger. At first, he had even tried to control himself. He tried to resist the urge, tried to be polite to the other children, avoid children of the other houses because he had the strangest need to put them through agony.

Yet; the older he got, the worse it got and the less he cared.

Somehow it seemed that the famous Harry Potter was fuel to the urge; prompting an unbelivable rage in the boy that he could not understand. For every year though, Dominic was feeding off the fuel, and he was growing disturbingly comfortable with the rage Professor Potter unknowingly fed him.

He gave a smile. It was delicate, polite, nice and dead cold as Potter turned his attention to him. “Salvio Hexia is a protective charm, which deflects hexes. It may be helpful if you find yourself in a….delicate situation, unable to escape or in hiding. Your good friend, Hermione Granger was apparently a very good practioner of the spell during your hiding, Proffesor Potter.” he explain smoothly. Despite what it might seem like to others, Dominic did not view Harry Potter as a man worthy of worship despite his obsession.

Harry felt that pit in his stomach grow at the boy's tone. Those who'd been goofing off, chatting or doodling, now looked up with rapt attention. Harry heard giggles or the quiet draw of held breathe, as they waited for Harry's reaction. They weren't afraid of him. Harry had taken careful steps never to lose temper with the students or give them a reason not to trust them. He actually crafted his methods after the one teacher who he considered fit for this role before him, Remus Lupin.

But Lupin wasn't above punishment or firm words when needed, when a certain pale-faced Slytherin's attitude needed to be knocked down a peg. But to Harry, Dominic gave him chills worse than Draco Malfoy ever could. At least Draco mostly relied on the intimidation of his father's status or his lackeys. Dominic was scary alone, a thought that filled Harry with guilt.

He stared back at him, not flinching and only letting out a long sigh.

“The use of my experiences in your example was not necessary, and you'll refrain from it next time.” Harry said calmly. He waves his wand, Dominic's words scrawling out beside the spell. Harry heard the scratches of most of the students jotting that down. “But, yes, it is a protective spell that takes a lot of concentration to perform on large areas. Even somewhere the size of this classroom may be above your ability—“

There was the usual uproar of slight whispers anytime Harry suggested the students may not be able to do something and Harry held back a smile at the way, even in the sixth year's slight teen rebellion, most still longed to impress their teacher.

“—But, perhaps on a smaller scale, the size of your desks is slightly more manageable.” He reluctantly looked back at Dominic and forced his best authority figure smile. “Care to give it a try?”

[choseni]

wclteds​:

smiles  begets  more  smiles .  luna’s  only  growing  more  wide  and  fond  as  they  fall  back  into  how  things  were .  as  much  as  she  had  come  to  aid  hagrid  as  he  ventured  off  on  an  ADVENTURE—  she  selfishly  wanted  that  dance  down  memory  lane .  but  as  comforting  as  hogwarts  was  ;  she  had  to  tread  carefully  to  not  get  LOST  in  the  past .  harry  wasn’t  the  only  familiar  face  roaming  down  the  halls .  his  was  the  only  one  full  of  color  and  non  translucent .  blinking  the  thoughts  away ,  she  followed  his  gaze  and  gave  the  giant  dog  a  scratch  behind  the  ear . 

                                      “  they  are  well , yes?  still  fussing  over                                          the  wedding? it  is  coming  up  soon .                                            hopefully  they  figured  it  all  out .                                                             papa  said — ”

a   SCRATCH !  pauses  her  throat .  yes ,  her  father  was  a  sore  spot .  best  not  to  speak  of  him . hazel  hues  flicker  away  but  a  smile  comes  back  once  more .  “  they  will  be  happy  to  be  back  home .  just  as  we  were , hm?  spare  them  some  parchment  this  first  week  and  they’ll  be  okay .  ”  she  chuckles  at  her  own  joke ,  twisting  the  ends  of  her  braids .  getting  lost  in  the  reel  of  adventures  hagrid  had  set  her  on .  “  loads .  i  had  to  care  for  a  nest  of  glumbumbles  just  yesterday .  got  stung  right  here ,  ”  raising  the  sleeve  of  her  shirt ,  a  little  GLOOMY  looking  bump  appeared  on  her  shoulder .  a  souvenir .  “  most  days  though  it’s  just  keeping  fang  company .  making  sure  he’s  fed . ”  

with  his  last  questions ,  she  paused .  sighed . it  sounding  more  like  a  hum  as  luna  nodded  her  head .  “ it  has  been  a  while .  should  we  go  see  them  together , harry ? ”

Harry lost himself in her smile, the way he didn't know it as well as Ron or Hermione's was a blessing in a way. While he knew their nuances, could read their thoughts sometimes seconds before they spoke, Luna was different. It was a mystery, what went on in her mind, even when she looked right at him, and he liked that. He also longed for the day, just maybe, it'd be so familiar. He just hoped it'd never be so familiar that the sight of it didn't give him that very good heart-flutter.

His smile slipped when hers did, all basking in future plans fading when she mentioned her father. Harry had no ill will towards Xenophilius anymore, knowing what the man went through when Luna was kidnapped. Harry couldn't even lie in the privacy of his own mind and say he wouldn't do the same now, so he understood her avoidance of the subject of someone she had every right to admire and love, despite actions in war time.

But she was all smiles again, forced maybe, but Harry laughed. He hadn't planned on bogging them down too much, but honestly, he found their complaining of homework somewhat endearing, a reminder of a simpler time. He raised his brows at the sight of her shoulder, suddenly realizing maybe the work was tougher than he'd realized.

So, he was glad to offer his company.

“Yeah, I'd like that.” Harry nodded. He didn't find them scary anymore, but he also couldn't remember the last time he'd spotted them outside the tree line. “Wonder if they'll remember me.”

[choseni]

wclteds​:

ears  perk  up  and  eyes  lift  towards  the  sky .  a  hand  raised  to  block  the  sun  on  this  unusual  bright  day .  a  smile  appearing  on  her  lips .  she  hadn’t  heard  her  friend  arrive  but  she  was  happy  that  he  had .  as  she  rose  to  her  feet ,  hands  leaving  smudges  on  her  overalls  as  she  cleaned  them  of  some  of  the  dirt ,  fang  came  to  her  side .  the  giant ,  sagging  hound  the  original  receiver  of  her  words .  but  luna  did  not  mind  that  harry  was  here  now .  it  was  ALWAYS  a  good  time  when  he  came  round . a  familiar ,  calming  spirit  she  greatly  admired .

                                                  “ i  guess i  could . ”                                                she  ponders  in  thought. 

“ i’m  sure  professor  flitwick can  find  me  a  spare  room  to  sleep  in…  so  why  not? ”  luna  shrugs  her  shoulders ,  a  breathy  chuckle  falling  from  her  lips .  luna  loses  herself  in  her  head  once  more .  the  nargles  having  a  field  day  with  her  train  thought .  why  did  she  not  think  of  this  before?  of  course  hagrid  would  need  more  help  while  he  unpacked .  getting  settled  back  in  is  much  work .  yes ,  she  should  stay a  little  while  longer .   “ good  idea , harry . ”  and  just  as  quickly ,  she  is  back .  “ did  you  have  a  good  day?  ”

Harry breathed in relief, smiling softly. He wasn't sure why he wanted it so badly. It wasn't as if she hadn't just talked his ear off about nargles that morning at breakfast, but without the students around, maybe that sort of thing was just welcome when things felt too quiet. Harry might not admit it to anyone else, but he didn't care for when Hogwarts was too quiet. Back when he was at school, it was home when lessons were on and the Great Hall was full of chatter. He wouldn't have it any other way.

“That's great.” Harry eyed Fang now, wondering if he did much to help Luna or if his Hagrid hadn't trained him to do much more than bark at birds. “It was alright.” He shrugged, hands sliding into his open coat pockets. “Sent an owl to Ron and Hermione. Honestly, I'm eager for lessons to start again, not that I think my students would say the same.” He smirked. “What about you, Luna? Hagrid must have you doing loads of interesting stuff.”

He didn't know exactly what it entailed, but he'd watched her from the owlery tower that morning, crossing the grounds with buckets of what looked from a distance like mulch or maybe meat. Harry hadn't meant to stare, but something about the way she had no qualms about dirt under her nails, streaking her face was oddly comforting. It was like he was sure she was truly caring for the place.

“Been to see the Thestrals lately?”

[choseni]

theslytherin-elite​:

Hell Reincarnated

Dominic Rider was watching his professor, eyes glued on his every move. 16 years old, dark haired, dark eyes, his back straight up, not seemingly caring about the people talking in hushed voices around him. This was his most important class. There was no room to bow down to requests of chit chat and gossip. He was studying; not so much the subject, more the object teaching them. Because, all people were merely objects in his eyes.

Their Professor was Harry Potter. The CHOSEN one. Dominic was not going to let mere peasants disturb him. Ever since the young man had started his education at Hogwarts, he had been drawn to the man. He wanted to know his every move. It irked him when Professor Potter paid other students attention. Just because he was so famous. Dominic himself, did not realize just how unhealthy this obsession was. He was too busy doing his important work. He also needed an excuse to not having return to his dear dreaded mother this summer. She was getting a tad...irksome. Botherin him, questioning what he spent his time doing, trying to cage him. Just because...some few accidents around their neighborhood.

@choseni

Harry tried to ignore the activity in his classroom, despite how usual it was, it was hard not to feel it just barely graze under his skin. It wasn't the chatter. Harry didn't mind too much when the students talked, as long as they didn't get too loud and finished their assignments first. No, it was Dominic. Harry absolutely hated to judge students, having had a reputation himself before even entering the wizarding world, but there was something in his cold gaze Harry didn't like. It was as if the young man never took his eyes of Harry, even when there wasn't a lecture. Even when there were more interesting discussions going on around the room, girls and things someone his age should prefer over the more technical and boring parts of Harry's lessons.

“Er, alright—“ Harry spoke up, the talking dying down as he put away his parchment and rose from his desk. “I've reviewed your scores from the last written test, and I can see you're still having some trouble. Remember, everything isn't so organized in the heat of a real duel. You'll wanna lead with what you know in a pinch, rather than trying to rely on the same order of spells over and over again. Every opponent is different.”

Harry pointed his wand at the blackboard, his pre-transcribed notes beginning to scrawl back across the board, a list of more advanced spells that he was trying to get the sixth years to get. They could remember the incantation, but Harry wanted them to know exactly when it should be used.

“Someone—who can tell me about that first charm? Salvio Hexa?”

This was an easy one, or should be, but as Harry turned back around, he noted that most of the class, while having their eyes forward at least, were either staring at him blankly, or shifting uncomfortably, as if waiting for someone else to speak up. Only one person sat at rigid attention. Harry couldn't help the crease in his eyes behind his brows, but he tried to smile at the boy who made his skin crawl.

“Dominic? Care to take a crack at it?”

[jimkirksfatass]

do you ever feel like you love a character more than their own writers do

[slverarrow]

Be careful, you are not in Wonderland. I’ve heard the strange madness long growing in your soul, in your isolation but you are fortunate in your ignorance. You who have suffered find where love hides, give, share, lose, lest we die unbloomed.

[choseni]

wclteds​:

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winter  had  finally  met  it’s  end .  springtime on  their  doorstep  while  teachers  and  students  both  prepared  for  their  return  to  hogwarts  from  christmas  break . while  they  all  arrived  home ,  luna  would  be  leaving .  returning  to  her  regularly  scheduled  life .

                                                      “  i’m  going  to  miss  being  here .                                                                 so  many  memories .  ”

she  sighs .  her  hands  in  the  ground ,  DIRT  beneath  her  short  fingernails  and  on  the  tip  of  her  nose .  hagrid  really  should  keep  better  care  of  his  garden . her gift to him .  “ hagrid  will  be  returning  any  day  now .  i  hope  he  had  a  nice  time  away  in  romania .  i’m  sure  he’ll  tell  you  all  about  it  when  he  gets  here .  ”  luna  says ,  her  voice  full  of  whim  and  content .  though  a  hint  of  sadness  laid  bare  beneath  the  surface . being  the  gamekeeper  of  hogwarts—  even  if  only  a  little  while ,  had  been  a  peaceful  and  rewarding  holiday  for  the  former  ravenclaw . 

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                                                   starter  for  @choseni​ ! 

Harry hadn't been sure if Luna had heard him arrive or not, and he still wasn't sure if she was speaking to him or to herself, still, he knew his input would be welcome. He smiled fondly, having somehow managed to feel even stronger his affection and friendship for her in the past few weeks she'd taken Hagrid's place.

Of course, he was always going to welcome Hagrid back, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't going to do so with the smallest bit of reluctance.

Harry took a few steps closer, the faint springtime breeze blowing around the loose scarf he wore, but no longer needed.

“You could stay just a little longer, couldn't you?” Harry asked, unsure why it made him nervous to ask. “You've probably got so much to fill Hagrid in on—the creatures, the plants, it just seems better to ease him back in hands on rather than leaving him a note. He's getting on up there, you know—“

Harry cringed slightly at himself in embarrassment for saying that last bit, but knowing her, she wouldn't think much of it. He watched her now, the soil sunk in between her fingers in a way that only she could make look inviting.

[deactivated-blog]

A tool, a pawn,                        the key to war. 

[choseni]

not me back on tumblr rp. but yeah! i’m back to rp harry after i lost the email to my old blog. basically remade to get back into it! if i could have a promo, that’d be great.