based off of this incredible drarry headcanon/ficlet by @malfqy - created with permission, of course.
{ the minute i read her post, i fell in love with it - immediately writing a rough draft of the post if it ever became real. that day after school, i dropped into her inbox - absolutely screaming about her headcanon, and spilling my idea to her. days have passed of long work and brainstorming with her, and the story is finally done.
so in short, this is dedicated to her (despite seeing the story as it went under final editing, i still hope you enjoy, katherine 💗)
for everyone else, i hope you all enjoy as well. i tried to make this as close as canon as i could but apparently, tumblr did not like me attempting to go over the 100 paragraph space limit - which were well needed. therefore, i have given inserted as much of the story as i was allowed ( edit: i was able to add the entire story but since this is a long read, 5k+ words) and i have attached a link to its posting on ao3 here.
i hope you do not mind, and happy reading!! 💗💗
“COME OUT OF THERE WITH YOUR HANDS UP!” A rough voice called from outside the tent, into the darkness and people inside. All movement ceased upon hearing it, and a dreadful silence filled the air as all eyes turned onto the entrance of the tent: carefully watching as a steady ray of light attempted to pierce through the surrounding fabric, attempting to locate them. “We know you’re in there! You’ve got half a dozen wands pointing at you and we don’t care who we curse!”
Harry gave a half inch turn at either of his side; looking at the outline of Hermione standing at his left, and of Ron and Draco at his right. He closed his eyes and drew in a breath, grasping at the space around himself before his fingers met the sleeve of a sweater; the magic from the hand underneath feeling familiar. Harry held it, angling his body in front of his boyfriend’s as a shield once the hand squeezed back; already sensing Draco’s panic rising from the shallow breathing against his neck.
“The name’s Taboo!” Ron’s voice from earlier echoed in Harry’s head, before the memory scene fell into the Sneakoscope lit and begun to spin; a loud crack sounding outside the tent. Harry shook his head as the memory shifted back over into their current situation.
This could’ve been avoided! Harry screamed at himself, We could’ve had more time.
But there was nothing he could do about it now:
The sound of leaves ruffling outside removed Harry from his thoughts. The shadows of the people outside began to encircle the tent tighter: it was clear they weren’t leaving.
Out the corner of his eye, Harry was able to make out the movement of Hermione’s arm as she rose and extended it out; the tip of her wand aimed at the flap of the entrance of the tent - supposedly for the Snatchers surround them outside.
But then, with a swift turn of her body, the wand was pointed at him and Harry dropped to the ground with a yell as a bang erupted out, and a bright, white light struck him square in the face.
His body curled in tightly as he met the ground, Harry’s own hands clawing at his face as a burning sensation broke through. His eyes, he couldn’t see anything! Heavy footfalls began to approach, and as foolish as it was, Harry set his mind on attempting to crawl away. But as he reached out, so did another pair of hands. And then another: All coming together to roughly drag him off the ground.
As he was brought into a standing position, his arms were pinned tightly behind his back, and Harry let out a groan at the excruciating painful position they were held in. His clothes were pulled and tugged on harshly as his pockets were rummaged through; the searching hands eventually finding the hawthorn wand hidden in an inner pocket.
A sudden jolt of pain ran through his face.
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