Chrliie

💜 Also known as Greengrey_Drarry on AO3

[chrliie]

"You just have to look at my galaxies..."

[writingdose]

I love my country

[civxxx]

[chrliie]

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[chrliie]

My Drarry fanfiction

Echoes of a Future Past

Summary : Broken by the truth and hollowed out by war, Harry Potter walks through the ruins of Hogwarts for the last time.

Having realized his life was merely a countdown orchestrated for a final sacrifice, he feels no fear. Only a crushing, absolute exhaustion. He heads toward the Forbidden Forest not as a hero, but as a man seeking the mercy of silence.

The peace of death.

For the Chosen One, death is no longer a defeat, but the only relief from a world that never gave him a choice.

Lost in a world of betrayal, Harry no longer knows who to trust. Yet, the only hand reaching out to him is the one he never expected to take.

The very hand of Draco Malfoy.

Chapter 17 : The Power of Words

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/78191806/chapters/216742866

Excerpt :

Harry felt a tear roll down his face. It wasn't a tear of sadness. It was pure emotion, filled with sincerity and affection. He reread the letter, absorbing every word. If receiving letters from Draco gave him these emotions every time, he was ready to exchange them until the end of his days.

Once again, he brought the parchment to his face, hoping to surround himself with Draco’s delicious scent and soak in every word written by a particularly poetic hand.

[silverlight-art]

By the way, I’ve recently gotten into the Drarry ship again; I’ve always wanted to be able to draw them, but for a long time I didn’t like my style, and even ten years ago, I still couldn’t do it 🤣

[chrliie]

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[chrliie]

My Drarry fanfiction

Echoes of a Future Past

Summary : Broken by the truth and hollowed out by war, Harry Potter walks through the ruins of Hogwarts for the last time.

Having realized his life was merely a countdown orchestrated for a final sacrifice, he feels no fear. Only a crushing, absolute exhaustion. He heads toward the Forbidden Forest not as a hero, but as a man seeking the mercy of silence.

The peace of death. For the Chosen One, death is no longer a defeat, but the only relief from a world that never gave him a choice.

Lost in a world of betrayal, Harry no longer knows who to trust. Yet, the only hand reaching out to him is the one he never expected to take.

The very hand of Draco Malfoy.

Chapter 16 : Secrets of the Alcove

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/78191806/chapters/215362476

Excerpt :

Despite the obvious rage tightening Draco's jaw and making a small vein pulse at his temple, Harry saw only the delicacy and kindness he had learned to read over the summer. He observed Draco with an almost painful lucidity. He noted how the sunlight streaming through the large windows of the alcove made the grey of his pupils shimmer. He noted how his nostrils flared with every exasperated breath. He noted every inflection in his voice, pinpointing the true feelings hidden beneath the fury.

To the rest of the world, Draco Malfoy was nothing but a haughty, pretentious Slytherin. But to Harry, every reproach that fell from his lips was proof of an attachment and a concern he never thought possible to receive from him.

[...]

Overwhelmed by this blend of beauty and fury, Harry felt his own defenses crumble. His caution vanished, making way for the boldness of his emotions.

"Good god, you are beautiful," he whispered, without even realizing it.

[viria]

a strange type of chemistry

[writingdose]

writing fanfics has made me go out of my way to learn things and do deep research in ways no colleges, exams, jobs or other projects ever could. yes, it’s a hobby. but it’s also my love and passion. next time you say “fanfics are an unserious activity for kids”, I will actually bite you. no ma’am, while kids certainly can enjoy writing fanfics, it’s sleep-deprived adults — with jobs and responsibilities, bills to pay, kids to raise, animals to take care of, battles to fight — who have built the fanfic community and always been the backbone of it since day one.

[chrliie]

My Drarry fanfiction

Echoes of a Future Past

Summary : Broken by the truth and hollowed out by war, Harry Potter walks through the ruins of Hogwarts for the last time.

Having realized his life was merely a countdown orchestrated for a final sacrifice, he feels no fear. Only a crushing, absolute exhaustion. He heads toward the Forbidden Forest not as a hero, but as a man seeking the mercy of silence.

The peace of death.

For the Chosen One, death is no longer a defeat, but the only relief from a world that never gave him a choice.

Lost in a world of betrayal, Harry no longer knows who to trust. Yet, the only hand reaching out to him is the one he never expected to take.

The very hand of Draco Malfoy.

Chapter 15 : The Contact

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/78191806/chapters/214163931

Excerpt :

Leaning against the door behind him, Harry caught his breath. Without realizing it, his breathing had become jagged, as if he had just run a marathon. He tried to soothe the incessant drumming of his heart, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He closed his eyes, still overwhelmed by Snape’s dark gaze, and by that strange scent of wild herbs and parchment that suited him so perfectly.

By the very life animating Snape’s body.

He opened his eyes to the corridor ahead but stumbled upon the silhouette of the last person he expected to see.

"Draco?" Harry breathed, almost certain he was seeing an illusion.

[...]

Harry felt his stomach twist with a pleasant, exhilarating warmth. He raised his other hand with visible hesitation but yielded to the temptation. He grazed Draco’s face with his fingertips, savoring his softness and the lines of his features. Harry saw him shiver, eyes half-closed under the light, tender contact. Drago let himself indulge in the caress for a moment before he opened his heavy eyelids.

[i-will-write]

Me at 13: “god I can’t wait to go home and write fanfic”

Me at 17: “god I can’t wait to go home and write fanfic”

Me at 21: “god I can’t wait to go home and write fanfic”

Me at 27: “god I can’t wait to go home and write fanfic”

[chrliie]

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Maybe a millenials thing?

[chrliie]

My Drarry fanfiction

Echoes of a Future Past

Summary : Broken by the truth and hollowed out by war, Harry Potter walks through the ruins of Hogwarts for the last time.

Having realized his life was merely a countdown orchestrated for a final sacrifice, he feels no fear. Only a crushing, absolute exhaustion. He heads toward the Forbidden Forest not as a hero, but as a man seeking the mercy of silence.

The peace of death.

For the Chosen One, death is no longer a defeat, but the only relief from a world that never gave him a choice.

Lost in a world of betrayal, Harry no longer knows who to trust. Yet, the only hand reaching out to him is the one he never expected to take.

The very hand of Draco Malfoy.

Chapter 14 : Haunted Corridors

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/78191806/chapters/213129666

Excerpt :

When the grey of Draco's eyes met the green of his own, Harry released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

God, he is beautiful.

His stomach twisted with an unexpected warmth. Oh, how he longed to stand up, cross the hall, and pull him into his arms. Even from across the room, Harry could perceive the beauty of his eyes, the delicate features of his face, the texture of his hair, and the curve of his lips. He watched Draco's hand trace the side of his stunning face, his elegant fingers framing his chin and cheek. Harry wished he could swap Draco's hand for his own. He yearned to touch that radiant skin and trace every curve of his face, his neck, and his body. Harry clenched his fists, as if to restrain himself.

[brainstreams]

A writer's confession: I spend more time defending my bad sentences than fixing them. 🫣

[lilykonya]

The Drarry stars <3

Just something while writing and drawing spicy things huhu

[chrliie]

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[chrliie]

My Drarry fanfiction

Echoes of a Future Past

Summary : Broken by the truth and hollowed out by war, Harry Potter walks through the ruins of Hogwarts for the last time.

Having realized his life was merely a countdown orchestrated for a final sacrifice, he feels no fear. Only a crushing, absolute exhaustion. He heads toward the Forbidden Forest not as a hero, but as a man seeking the mercy of silence.

The peace of death.

For the Chosen One, death is no longer a defeat, but the only relief from a world that never gave him a choice.

Lost in a world of betrayal, Harry no longer knows who to trust. Yet, the only hand reaching out to him is the one he never expected to take.

The very hand of Draco Malfoy.

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/78191806/chapters/211930021

Chapter 13 : Reunion

Excerpt :

Since when had he started perceiving beauty on Draco’s face?

Since when had they started seeking each other out with such certainty?

He had never been like this with Ron, nor even with Hermione. [...] But Harry didn't seek to answer that question. Because with Draco, it was natural. It was gentle, and above all, it was what he desired.

[nsasquith]

Now, where on earth is Harry's hand?

[chrliie]

My Drarry fanfiction

Echoes of a Future Past

Summary : Broken by the truth and hollowed out by war, Harry Potter walks through the ruins of Hogwarts for the last time.

Having realized his life was merely a countdown orchestrated for a final sacrifice, he feels no fear. Only a crushing, absolute exhaustion. He heads toward the Forbidden Forest not as a hero, but as a man seeking the mercy of silence.

The peace of death.

For the Chosen One, death is no longer a defeat, but the only relief from a world that never gave him a choice.

Lost in a world of betrayal, Harry no longer knows who to trust. Yet, the only hand reaching out to him is the one he never expected to take.

The very hand of Draco Malfoy.

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/78191806/chapters/211463876

Chapter 12 : The silence that shatters

Excerpt :

All he saw was Draco, stiff-backed and cold-faced, being dragged by his father out of the courtroom.

And all his hard-earned skills in Occlumancy were useless.

Because he let himself sink into the fear, the sadness, and the anxiety.

His manor was slowly cracking, yielding to the deluge of his emotions.

[shillanov]

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