#c. harry

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

Okay, I'm moving Hari back to @originalwizkid, which I've made a whole new account for which is new for me. But that's where I'll be.

[lokibannerpool]

“I’m starting a petition to make Voldemort get a bloody phone if he’s not gonna use an owl like the rest of us. All this contacting me through my scar keeps giving me migraines.”

[aheroic]

[[ @greatergoodfolly hit the ♥️ for angry Harry

Harry had never been more furious. Sure, he'd never exactly been the most even-tempered child, but this was... Well. He'd never lost like this. Not that he could remember. And a life for a life... It had never seemed more reasonable.

His professors hadn't thought so.

So, here he was, sitting in the headmaster's office to wait for his father, the boy who had killed his pet still suffering in the hospital wing below, though he was, unfortunately, still breathing. He was still practically vibrating with his fury and grief when his father stepped through the fireplace. Dumbledore probably thought it was remorse.

"Hi, Dad."

[afirefinnigan]

@carriesdeath

“Okay,” Seamus had stewed on this long enough. He’d actually tried not making it an issue but it had settled in the pit of his stomach and festered in the way that Padma’s hand tremmored around her wand that day. “What the fuck is your problem, Harry?”

“Like, really, do you get your goddamn nut off rattling skittish girls trying to survive this hell hole? Or are you just that fucking oblivious?”

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

[[ starter that wasn't asked for and was barely announced for @tmvoldemort

Harry hated his life on a good day, but after everything he'd done, all he'd been through... It was too much. He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't fight for people who thought it was okay to raise a child for slaughter. Who thought it was alright to not tell someone that they had a bit of someone else's soul in in their head. Who thought it was alright to have someone try to kill the person whose soul they shared. Harry stifled another sob, but his mind was made up. He couldn't keep fighting. Wouldn't keep fighting.

He pushed through more undergrowth, then some more, then, after pausing to try to pull himself into some kind of composure, stepped into the clearing filled with Death Eaters. "Voldemort!" he shouted to get his attention. "There's something you should know before you kill me." He pointed at his scar. "This, right here? Is a part of you. The only one left, except for Nagini."

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

I should draw clarinet!player Harry.

Just.

I have feelings about this little lad. Him being like his mum. Him figuring out music and an instrument through a ridiculous amount of determination. Him using his lil clarinet to control a morgue full of undead. Just him in his skirt and jumper and doctor's coat raising the dead for a nice chat.

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

[[ plotted starter for @tmvoldemort

Hadrian hadn't expected his deeply-embarrassing kidnapping to lead to even more trust and an overwhelming task. Voldemort already had spies, he knew, but as his heir and a potential symbol for the resistance, that knowledge didn't take off the pressure he felt to somehow do this perfectly.

And somehow, with the extra weight of loneliness and a kind of suffocating isolation that ought to have been at odds with the sea of admirers and concerned and sympathetic people he found himself in, the weight of his task grew more unbearable each day. Of course, he did share all the information he could, and he played his part as well as he could manage, and he spoke with Voldemort daily through the mirror, but this next step...

Hadrian was to be sent away. For his own protection, Sirius was insisting that he be sent off to school with the other children, and he was scared. The isolation now, with his own room from which to call his family whenever he needed to was bad enough. It would be so much worse once he was stuck surrounded by children his own age, unable even to continue serving the cause as he'd been doing. He couldn't do it. He wouldn't.

"Father, please. If you don't allow me to come home, I'll simply run away." He didn't even care how petulant he sounded. "Even if it means punishment. I miss you too much. I miss home. And this... I can't see how it can even be important. What use could I possibly be to you, stuck at some ramshackle school for light magic?"

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

[[ semi-plotted starter for @elegancefandoms

Harry always felt painfully out of his depths in parenting. It had been his greatest joy since he'd first caught sight of James, but that didn't make it any easier to feel like he was doing anything but spinning in circles wondering what his dad would have done if he'd been given the chance. And this was something entirely new, because if James and Albus were dating, nobody had bothered to tell him.

He pulled his daughter into his arms as soon as he caught sight of her, hugging her tightly in full view of everyone on the station for several long moments before he pulled back and said, "So, your brothers say you took a date to the last Hogsmead weekend? We want to hear everything about that."