#bringthelionout

[undeadunalive]

@bringthelionout​ //  ✚

“I'll do what it takes. I'll take all the pain, take the sacrifices and the shame...  what does it take to play the game? Maybe I'm a dreamer.”

[chaotiicgoods]

@bringthelionout​ said: things won’t always hurt this bad. (( hermione!

Hermione nodded. She often tried to see the light, even if the hardest times, but this journey fpr the horcruxes really was a NIGHTMARE. They didn’t know where to look, what to look for, and they had a lot of pressure over their shoulders because if they failed, it meant Voldemort could win. They also didn’t even know how to destroy the horcruxes, and even if she was trying to look for informaitons in the Tales of Beedle the Bard, she didn’t seem to find a thing.

She still forced a smirk in Harry’s direction, gently taking his hand with hers. “I know, but... We really need to succeed, and it’s so hard... I wish we knew more about all of this...” She knew Harry felt the same, of course. Dumbledore had put his trust in Harry, in their group, but how were they supposed to win ?

MISCELLANEOUS ANGST STARTERS | ACCEPTING

[firewhiskcy]

@bringthelionout​  liked  for  a  one  liner

❝  ───────   listen....                     i  know  we’re  supposed  to  be  happy  for  them,  and  don’t  get  me  wrong,  i  am,  but  ever  since  ron  and  hermione  got  together,  they’ve  been  spending  all  their  time  locked  up  behind  closed  doors.                   ────     i’m  just  tryna  get  a  quidditch  match  going  here,                                              bring  some  NORMALCY back  after...  everything....   ❞

[chaotiicgoods]

@bringthelionout​ said: “ do you trust me? ” at hermione

There was SADNESS in Hermione’s features at those words. Of course, she trusted him. Maybe things weren’t easy; maybe Dumbledore should have been clearer about what he wanted, but maybe it was all he knew, too. They needed to destroy the horcruxes, and Hermione would remain at Harry’s side during all of this journey. They just couldn’t fail; the entire Wizarding World’s survival depended of them.

She took Harry’s hand and gently squeezed it. “Of course I trust you, Harry. I hope you’re not really asking and that you just needed to hear it.” She replied, half-teasing before she leaned her head against his shoulder. “I know you’re working hard. I am, too. We’re in this together and I won’t let you down just because it’s hard.” She promised. He had always been in her life since they had met; she just couldn’t abandon him in his most difficult task. 

SOFTER PROMPTS | ACCEPTING

[chaotiicgoods]

@bringthelionout​ said: “ it was real for me. ” at hermione.

“It was real for me, too. This isn’t what I meant. Trust me, it means something to me.” She assured as she shook her head. Maybe it wasn’t the time to have that conversation; maybe they should just focus on the horcruxes. They were trapped in a war, and they were the only HOPE for their people. Since Ron had left, it seemed even more difficult. Three brains to think had been better than two.

She gently, HESITANTLY took Harry’s hand. “I just think this isn’t the right timing. There’s so much to do, Harry, and we have to think quickly if we don’t want even more people to die because of him. He did enough. He needs to be stopped, and for good. You’re the first one to say this...” There were concerns in her features, even sadness. 

MIST ANGST SENTENCE STARTERS | ACCEPTING

[piraticalarchive]

“The boy who lived, is it?” Brow quirks upwards as blue eyes rove over the other’s face, words chosen carefully as if afraid to reveal too much. Killian cocks his head to the side, letting a soft smile play upon rum flavored lips as gaze travels the length of Harry’s form before returning once more to his face. “Do you consider yourself lucky then, mate? A hero, perhaps?” Tongue presses to the inside of one cheek as he leans in further, ignoring the burn that is seared to his arm. “Or maybe it’s simply that you weren’t properly tested.”

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[mayhemxmugglesxmagic]

“ i know you can handle it yourself, but it doesn’t mean you should have to do this on your own. ” at draco

@bringthelionout || Protective prompts 

“ Oh, piss off Potter ” Draco muttered. Detachment --  a late frost in April colored his words, but Draco had learned somewhere in between the first time he fell from his broom, and the last time he screamed as a curse tore through his form that detachment meant survival. 

“ It’s a death T H R E A T, not an actual madman standing in my foyer.” Thin fingers retrieved the owl he’d received earlier that morning from the pile of post on his coffee table, the one Theo had taken upon herself to file a complaint about to the Auror department, and they had -- in their unending wisdom, sent Potter. “ however, now there is an actual madman standing in my foyer, and I would appreciate it if you saw yourself out.”

His flat was simple, a studio -- clean and crisp white lines with large windows overlooking the city. In the mornings he’d listen as the muggles two streets over began their days -- automobile engines roaring to life, music spilling from cracked windows. The walls were bare and held a single aged walnut bookcases -- eons of knowledge, trinkets from his past, and the odd pile of magazines Pansy left behind when she visited, ever growing -- his prized possessions. 

A bitter scent filled the space -- a wizarding blend of Dittany and Shrivelfig Blossoms. In potions they were used to heal and induce euphoria, but in tea, a cup or two would only serve to relieve tension and brighten the mood. It had seemed appropriate earlier, a way to calm Theo down. If only she’d drank it before her hasty exit.

“ Here ” Draco continued, thrusting the parchment towards the man. “ This is what you came for isn’t it? Evidence?”

[mayhemxmugglesxmagic]

@bringthelionout​ || con. 

A gaggle of reporters could be heard just behind the court room door, swarming – wasps to their nest. The spectacle the papers made of it was almost comical, and if it had been someone else, if it had been four years ago, Draco would have eaten it up. The irony was not lost on him.

His solicitor was late, his mother, Pansy and Theo already inside, front row. That’s how Potter had found him, alone and waiting, an aruror not too far off for his protection. The small talk he’d once been so good at, now a foreign tongue.

actually i’m…i’m really not okay                          He’d admitted, hands shaking. Voice -- a newborn thestral on the run. The echo of his slip up, of his confession chipping away at the facade he’d secured in place since he’d taken the mark. 

“ Potter ” he began again. It’d been four years and almost two endless trials since he’d seen the other man in person, three years since he’d heard news of the man uttered by a reliable source, and one since he’d thought of him. Until he once again testified -- evidence of the debt Draco owed, of the thanks he’d yet to give, and here he was, WHAT -- confiding in the man?

Eye’s lingered on the hand squeezing his shoulder, as the gentle dig settled between them. First years on a train, the beginning of a childhood rivalry based purely on a petty grudge that followed them into a war and died somewhere along the way lived in that hand. His mouth went dry -- sun-bleached sand in mid July. The verdict was to be handed down today, and it had not seemed to be going well despite Potter’s admittedly welcomed meddling. 

“ That wont be necessary. My solicitor should be along any moment, and I’m sure Parkinson is around her somewhere.” The acknowledgment was rushed, his voice -- a whisper of cracked glass faded into the air. Anxiety clung to the bottom of his spine, mauling the core of his being as he continued, softly. “ but, thank you. ”