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@nifflerstolen
NIFFLERSTOLEN: DEAD CUDDLY, BUT'LL BITE YOUR FINGERS OFF IF YOU'VE GOT ANYTHING SPARKLY ON.
a hp multimuse blog lovingly written and reimagined by bee. this blog is heavily anti-jkr and anti-ai. all work is my own writing, no ai involved. credit goes to @ofblackskies for my graphics. mun is 30+ and is in the gmt timezone.
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Dramione reunion commission. Thank you Emily! <3
"It is." A cause that she's very passionate about. More so than she had been even before the war. And maybe there's something there in wanting to make the world a better place for people like Remus Lupin who never got to experience what a society without prejudice against werewolves could feel like.
"You've not told me that before," she says, visibly brightening at this new snippet of information. It's exciting, really. The newness of this relationship and the way she's relearning so many preconceived ideas she had about him. "What do you paint? Will you show me sometime?"
"it's not really something i like to brag about," he responds, a small smile lighting up his face. for one, it wasn't exactly conducive to his reputation at school to reveal he liked the finer arts. for another, he was under no illusions that he was even any good at it. oh his mother had often gushed over his pieces, but she was his mother. she was supposed to support his many hobbies with a fake appreciation. it was just what mothers did.
the idea of showing someone had a nervous sensation squirming through his gut, but hadn't he just said that he'd donate some artwork to the next charity function? he couldn't be a hypocrite now and not let her see it. besides, he was curious about whether or not she'd like his art. "i paint landscape, mostly, but i do portraits sometimes too. maybe one day you'll let me paint you." he reaches out a hand to tuck a curl behind her ear, and gently smooths his thumb over her cheek. "how about after the event? you could come back to my place afterwards and i can show you my art then?" he holds his breath, not sure whether she'll agree or not. it would be the first time she's ever come back with him.
cont from here - @faithwounded
draco isn't sure what to expect when he lands. he catches a glimpse of the little cottage his mother now resides in before the door opens and then all he can see is his mother. it's as if years of not seeing her catches up and within an instant, he moves forward, his face crumpling as he wraps his arms around the older witch and sobs into her shoulder. "mum, i really, really loved her."
after what seems an age of him clinging to his mother and sobbing his heart out, he eventually finds himself inside the cottage and in a chair overlooking the ocean. the sounds of the waves gently crashing against the rocks gives him a sense of peace and, at once, he doesn't question why his mother chose to live here. the cottage is nothing like the manor with it's whitewashed walls and pristine furniture. this cottage looks lived in, it feels more like a home than the manor ever did.
glancing up when his mother hands him a cup of tea, draco smiles warmly and takes the cup with a thank you. "you still have winky?" he asks, in mild surprise when the house-elf makes herself known placing a plate of shortbread on the table. chewing on his bottom lip for a moment he places the cup of tea down and leans forward in his chair to take her hand.
his mother seems different too. dressed in pale blue and white linen, she seems calmer, more at peace with herself. it's a stark contrast to the outfits she used to wear when she presented herself as the lady of malfoy manor. "i wanted to say sorry, mum, for doing what i did. you didn't deserve that. i hope you can forgive me."
cont from here - @narglestolen
remus gave her a small smile. he was just as much clueless to the inner workings of quidditch as she was, though perhaps not as much. he could certainly tell a beater from a chaser, providing the beater was holding their bat. "harry wouldn't care either way. you're his mother and he loves you." he too wishes the world were a fairer place to live, but they could breathe a little easier now knowing the dark lord was gone.
“Wait! You can't come up here!” Harry @ Remus, probably Harry in his room doing something he shouldn’t lol ( @narglestolen )
remus raises an eyebrow at the OUTBURST. all of the self-help parenting books hadn't prepared him for this development. deciding it was best to avoid that all together, remus promptly turns and heads back down the stairs. ❛❛ dinner is ready, ❜❜ he calls over his shoulder. @narglestolen
“I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t torment my friend.” Harry @ Remus ( @narglestolen )
❛❛ who is tormenting who, harry? i was simply making conversation. ❜❜ it wasn't his fault neville was naturally JUMPY and if augusta longbottom was his grandparent, remus was sure he'd be jumpy too. @narglestolen
@nifflerstolen liked for a starter from hermione
"Did you also have trouble sleeping?" she asked as she wrapped the blanket more securely around her shoulders. She'd had some interesting dreams, and of course instead of tossing and turning, she'd decided that sitting in front of the fireplace in a very abandoned common room was a very good idea.
harry took a seat opposite hermione, wishing he'd had the foresight to bring a blanket with him, like @thesearetheirstcries had. still, the fire was doing a good job of keeping him warm. he hummed in response, with a slight incline of his head. ❛❛ yeah, just thinking about things, you know? about the HORCRUXES and how we're going to find them. ❜❜
Arms crossed beneath her breasts, and Ginny averted her eyes from Draco. Sure, she was stubborn. Everyone knew it. But in that moment, it was less her stubborn side fighting, and more… something else. "I don’t know if I want to be like you." She replied, voice a whisper. "I…" She fancied @nifflerstolen. Ginny knew she did. But Draco had a tendency to be cruel that she wasn’t sure she wanted to imitate. "I just… I thought opposites were supposed to attract."
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❛❛ oh. ❜❜ draco felt stupid now. stupid for saying it and stupid for the way @narglestolen was now AVERTING her gaze. he didn't WANT that. he liked it when ginny looked at him. ❛❛ hey, ❜❜ he took her face in his hands and drew her attention back to him. ❛❛ forget i said anything, okay? i was just being dumb and you're right, opposites DO attract. that's probably why we work so WELL. ❜❜
She smiled softly at Remus and shook her head a little. "No, I know." Lily replied gently, blowing out a bit of air. "I think I just... everything is different now. Harder. And I'm so happy I still have you, Remus. I am. It's made everything far easier, but..." If tears were stinging at Lily's eyes, she blinked them away. At the end of the day, she was just in pain. "I... I'm not sure." She admitted. "Maybe a quidditch party? He's been getting so good on that little broom."
remus' heart ached to see @narglestolen in so much pain, and it was a pain he could RELATE to as he felt that same pain every day. at the same time he was thankful. remus may have lost his best friend, but harry still had his MOTHER. lily who had chosen that night to visit her sister. to try and REBUILD a bond that had frayed over the years. she had returned to utter destruction, her home DESTROYED, her husband DEAD and her son marked forever. remus had been the one to be her shoulder when she needed it, and she his in return. he smiled then. ❛❛ a quidditch party sounds wonderful. ❜❜
Ginny kissed @nifflerstolen back when he stole one, but that did not mean she was going to give in. Just because Harry didn't want her to join him and her brother and Hermione on whatever they were getting into? It didn't mean she couldn't. "You're terrible." She murmured into the kiss, shaking her head. "But yes. I can remember. And you are not the boss of me, Harry. I'm coming."
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harry GRINNED again, before the smile slipped. call him stupid for believing he could fool ginny weasley, but he'd hoped that the kiss would have made her forget. he'd met his match in @narglestolen and it only made him love her MORE. still, he sighed. ❛❛ i don't want you there, gin, please. voldemort knows what you mean to me, he's sure to TARGET you to get to me. ❜❜
@nifflerstolen asked:
“Don’t panic, but I may have accidentally joined a cult.” draco
"I've sort of noticed." Well, she'd noticed the changes in Draco. He seemed off, like he was waiting for the axe to fall. Despite how they were fairly estranged now due to her friendship with Harry, she'd pulled Draco aside to speak privately. And she'd been sure to do so when she knew Harry wasn't around due to his growing paranoia surrounding the Slytherin boy.
Her gaze flicked over Draco for a moment. He seemed so much taller than her now, yet small in a way. "Are you okay? That's the real question I have. I'm not surprised you joined, I suspect you didn't have much say in the matter." Not with Lucius having been so close to Voldemort.
THIS was his chance to come clean. to tell @sanguisproditor what the dark lord had ASKED of him. draco hadn't even come up with a plan yet but already he was plagued with nightmares of KILLING dumbledore. he didn't WANT to do it but what other choice did he have? the dark lord had murdered followers for lesser infractions. if draco REFUSED he held no qualms that his family would be the dark lord's next victims.
but still...
averting his gaze from nimue, mouth dry, draco shook his head, noting a TREMBLE in his hands. ❛❛ no, ❜❜ he managed to get out, his tongue feeling too large for his mouth. ❛❛ no, i'm not okay. ❜❜ he looked at nimue finally, his eyes wild and full of PANIC. ❛❛ he wants me to — to — ❜❜ he drew in a tremulous breath and continued, his voice barely a whisper. ❛❛ he wants me to kill dumbledore. ❜❜ after the words were released, his hands moved to his hair, fingers curling tightly and messing his perfect hairstyle as a panicked laugh bubbled up.
of course you're capable. that was never up for debate. //for neville
it was nice of @thechosengryffindor to try and reassure him, neville thought, but he heard the whispers. he saw the way people looked at him and whispered SQUIB under their breath. sometimes it made him want to quit school, but the idea of being stuck at home with his GRANDMOTHER terrified him MORE than the idea of being bullied at school. ❛❛ then why can't i do spells like you can? like hermione and ron? face it harry, i'm useless. i'm nothing — nothing like my parents. ❜❜ two BRILLIANT spellcasters who had done everything in their power to keep him and the world safe from the DARK LORD.
It's still new. Brand new. Like, newborn baby new. A relationship in it's infancy stages. And one with Draco Malfoy of all people. So even though she's come to feel totally at ease with him, she can't help but second guess everything she does and says. What if she says something wrong and this thing crumbles before it even has a chance to get off the ground?
Coffee-hued eyes go from their joined hands to his face, and she breathes a sigh of relief as she sees the earnestness in the grey of his own eyes. "Just yourself and deep pockets?" she jokes with a half-arsed chuckle, fingers closing around his own as she steps in close. "There'll be a charity auction. I hope you like art."
❛❛ deep pockets, huh? ❜❜ he GRINS at @mugglebrn, then nods. ❛❛ sure, i can do that. it's for a good cause after all. ❜❜ astoria had helped him realise that purity culture was a SHITTY trandition, and so draco tried to put back into the community as much as he COULD. call it his way of ATONING for the way he was brought up.
his eyes light up at the mention of art. ❛❛ no kidding? ❜❜ draco was usually tight-lipped about his many PASSIONS, but hermione wasn't just ANYONE. ❛❛ i actually paint myself, surprising i know. maybe the next time there's an auction i'll donate some pieces. ❜❜
"I don't care." Ginny replied, some of that ferocity leaving her once he finally took back his words. "They can look all they want. You're hurt. I'm not leaving you by yourself right now. Deal with it." Because as far as she was concerned, Draco was stuck with her for the moment.
he wouldn't admit it, not out loud, but draco had HOPED @narglestolen would refuse to leave him. he felt better when she was near, less like the person he was EXPECTED to be, and more himself, the REAL him. the boy who enjoyed creating things, like painting, sketching, DRAWING. he had paintwork at home hidden away somewhere his father would never find it. he wasn't sure his father would understand. his mother however, knew. she would OFTEN write to him telling him how she had spent the afternoon looking at his works. ❛❛ consider me dealing with it, ❜❜ he said instead, giving ginny a small smile. perhaps he'd sketch something for her. call it a late birthday present. ❛❛ are you going to hogsmeade this weekend? ❜❜
Harry had been running over the why before he'd even found Draco, honestly. He had considered not telling him. Letting the Death Eater's find him, kill him. But for all Harry did hate Draco... he still foolishly hoped that there was some good inside him. Somewhere. "Because you're not all bad, okay? You can't be. And nobody deserves to... to die. Not like that. Not like my dad, and my mum. Not like I almost did. So... I'm giving you a chance to prove me wrong." Harry dragged a hand through his hair. "Way I see it, you've got two options, @nifflerstolen. You're with them, or you're with us. It's your choice. You can whip out your wand and aim it here and give me over to your daddy and Voldemort. Or I can help you hide."
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for all draco wanted to LAUGH in harry's face, he had to admit that the golden boy had a point. draco wouldn't be walking away from this. he'd FAILED, in voldemort's eyes and that could only mean ONE thing. he'd seen what happened to followers of the dark lord who FAILED in their missions — had seen what nagini would do to them, to him. he shuddered violently remembering the SCREAMS. turning to @narglestolen he drew in a shaky breath and nodded. ❛❛ i'm with you, but i NEED to know my mum is okay. ❜❜
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