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Original Summary by the hard to find @dragmewithyoutonirvana:
Harry Potter is a nobody, and he will probably continue to be a nobody for the rest of his life.
But maybe, there’s something waiting for him just around the corner. Maybe it’s not what he wants, but it’s coming for him all the same.
Prepare yourself, Harry Potter, godling. Your path will not be easy.
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I am generally pretty hesitant about AUs that have any major HP characters as demigods, but this one blew all others out of the water! The chaos of the trio as English demigods trying to make it to camp is an original concept, and the hook for the sequel and writing are well done.
*a harry-centric drabble from sleeping on our problems taking place the five days after louis told harry about the baby.
(obviously: major spoilers from the fic!
a birthday present for @louislyrics <3 thank you for asking the question that sparked this!
The door shuts behind Louis with a dull thud, silence echoing as Harry stares at the wood, mouth still dropped open with his protest lingering on his lips.
A wave of nausea rises in him, strengthened only by his disbelief, confusion, and slowly festering panic.
Pregnant. Louis is pregnant.
With his baby.
The panic grows, tightening in his chest and filling his lungs. He exhales jaggedly, hands shaking as he sits down on his bed stiffly and places them on his knees, bracing himself.
He’s twenty. He’s twenty years old and he’s gone and knocked up an omega. He’s just recently been picked as captain. The season is picking up soon and he’s got classes and responsibilities and he’s knocked up an omega.
A product of him and Louis has been planted in Louis’ stomach and will grow into a living breathing human after just nine and a half months. The white gap on his wall between his window and a poster sears into his burning eyes as he stares blankly.
He doesn’t realize someone has entered his room until a hand lands on his shoulder, jerking him out of his tense actions. Liam’s face slowly comes into view when he glances down, a worried furrow between his brow.
His mouth is open too, closing and widening as if pronouncing syllables and words, trying to communicate - except Harry can hardly hear a word through the thundering of his heart, deafening in his ears and making his vision go blurry.
“Harry,” Liam says, maybe for the fifth or dozenth time, “Harry, are you okay?”
Opening his mouth, he is unable to respond. Is he okay? Is he okay after finding out he’s going to be a father when he’s only twenty years old?
And it’s like - Harry has always known he wants children, wants to find a nice omega and settle down and put a baby or a bunch of babies in them. He wants to have a family. He gets off on the idea, for fuck’s sake. But it’s different having it sprung on him so suddenly. It’s different because he’s not ready. Not even close.
He’s Captain for fuck’s sake. He’s got a year to play well and play hard to up his chances of being drafted to a good team in the summer. Not to mention, an entire team not to let down. Hockey is his life - it’s been his life since he first got onto the ice at eight years old and fuck, he wants it to continue being his life for a long time.
“H, you’re worrying me, what’s wrong?” Liam continues, sounding completely bewildered. Harry can’t blame him. He’s Harry - always cool headed, calm, and driven. Not much rattles him, though it’s safe to say this definitely has.
“Liam,” he says slowly, voice hoarse. He forces himself to make eye contact with the fellow alpha, taking a deep shuddery breath. “Liam, I’m going to be a dad.”
He watches as the words process and Liam’s face morphs into one of disbelief. He watches as Liam looks at him, face pale once he sees the tears in Harry’s eyes and the raw honesty on his face. He watches as he realizes it’s the truth.
Fumbling for words, Liam sits down on the bed beside him. “Um,” he starts, giving Harry an anxious look.
Shaking his head, Harry explains properly. He reminds Liam about Louis, the omega he hooked up with at their end-of-summer party and who helped him with his rut. He tells him that Louis wants to keep the baby. “I mean, s’his body, his choice, of course,” he says panickedly. “But he also wants to know if I want to be involved and-” He cuts off, unable to continue.
Liam is silent for a bit. “What’re you going to do?” he asks eventually, voice soft and gentle.
It’s still enough for Harry to break. Suddenly he’s crying into his hands, shaking because he has no fucking idea what he’s going to do. He’s twenty - he’s twenty years old and he has no fucking idea what he’s doing.
He thinks of Louis. Sweet and beautiful Louis who’s caught his eye more than any omega he’s ever met, who his inner alpha feels an inexplicable pull towards, against his mind’s wishes. If he hadn’t been so dedicated to hockey, he wonders how things might have been between them. If this would be playing out a little differently.
Most of all he wonders how Louis isn’t in pieces like him. He’s the same age as Harry and yet he was so sure - so certain of this new permanent fixture in his life.
Even when he left, face crumpled and close to tears much to the torment of his inner alpha, there was no trace of regret or doubt in his face. He wants to keep the baby. He’s okay with being a mother and raising a child.
Meanwhile Harry feels like he’s going to puke. He keeps crying, letting Liam awkwardly pat his back and murmur semi-encouraging words, struggling to handle an emotionally distressed Harry when he’s never even seen him cry before today. But Harry soaks up the little bit of comfort Liam offers, closing his eyes shut and wanting to scream because the ultrasound picture he left on his desk is still branded across his eyelids.
One thing’s for sure, he needs to make a decision here. But first he has to come to terms with it.
-
Harry wakes up on Sunday morning and almost forgets the revelation of the evening before.
He told Liam to tell their frat brothers he was feeling ill and would be eating in his room. Then he proceeded to have his dinner, which was tasteless and overall unappealing to him, while staring aimlessly at his laptop screen where Criminal Minds was playing. He remembers nothing of the two episodes he watched, putting his laptop on the nightstand and yanking his clothes off so he can sleep about three hours earlier than usual.
Though he forgets, it comes back to him like a knife to the chest when he glances at his desk where the ultrasound is sitting, black and white little blob and all. He sucks in a breath and then exhales through his nose, heading to the door and slamming the door shut behind him.
Liam must have told the others to leave him alone because no one comes up to tell him good morning or complain about current chore assignments. He’s sure he’s radiating frustrated pheromones as he grabs some cereal and an energy drink.
There’s a morning practice in half an hour so Harry brings his breakfast upstairs with him, eating as he gets dressed and grabs his stuff.
He stares at the ultrasound as he gathers his gear, eyes latched onto it even when he’s stuffing everything in his duffel along with his water bottle, before turning his head and looking away. He pushes it all down.
Striving to the door, he hesitates, glancing back at the desk. With an exhausted sigh, he walks back to the desk.
After spending the entire morning avoiding the elephant in the room, it all comes rushing back to him, a heavy weight in his lungs making it hard for him to breathe. But he makes himself look at the paper, lets himself study the small blob in the middle that will be his and Louis’ pup.
His pup. His child.
He wonders what they’d look like. Would they look more like him or Louis? He imagines a baby in his head but its face flashes between Louis’ delicate features and his sharper ones, Louis’ big blue eyes and his green ones, Louis’ soft smile and his own.
“Harry,” Liam says, knocking gently on the door. He’s cautious as he reminds Harry that they have to get to practice.
Harry nods, gnawing on his lip. “I’ll meet you down there,” he murmurs, not moving his eyes from the ultrasound picture. There’s traces of Louis’ scent on it, sweet ripe strawberries. So lovely and intoxicating and so much deeper now. Deeper because of the baby. He glances at Liam who hasn’t left, a concerned frown on his face. “I’m fine,” he swears, voice lowering to a whisper.
Liam dips his head to his chest in acknowledgment and backs out of the room.
Heart fluttering painfully, Harry realizes that he just spent five minutes thinking about his child and not panicking.
Examining the black and white sheet carefully, he folds it gently and tucks it into his jacket pocket. It sits there like a promise through the entire day.
-
Harry spends the next couple of days going through his normal routines and attending classes and practice completely dazed. He zones out during lectures, mind wandering to heartbeats and tiny limbs. He’s distant with his frat brothers and absent from his friends; ignoring text messages and Snapchats and cutting all interactions with everyone, except Liam, short. His mind is constantly spinning with thoughts of ultrasounds, parenting, and panic.
How is he expected to talk to people normally when a lump the size of a boulder is clawing up his throat and fighting to spill out, his thoughts utterly consumed by something the size of a cherry.
(A size of a cherry. That’s what the internet said when he googled information on babies at 9 weeks in the middle of Music Theory. Itty bitty. Just bigger than the pad of his thumb.)
He’s distracted in practice and everyone notices, including Coach, who pulls him aside during a practice game to tell him off for being sloppy. He’s captain for fuck’s sake and the season is just kicking off. He can’t afford to be so spaced out - he’s lectured on this point over and over, head ducked and shame curling in his stomach.
And yet, he can’t stop himself from pulling the picture out of his pocket during class or practice or in the middle of the night when he wakes up staring at the ceiling, while his insecurities and nerves whirl around him like a never ending nightmare.
The folds grow cracked and worn with the amount of times he opens and refolds the paper; looking, staring, and memorizing the lines of his future pup as his heart beats painfully.
On Wednesday, three days after he found out, he calls his mom.
She answers with a, “Hey, lovey,” like she always does, chipper and happy.
Harry swallows, closing his eyes. When he speaks, his voice shakes. “Mom, I have something to tell you.”
As if sensing the panic in his voice, her response is soft and encouraging. “You can tell me anything, darling.”
“I don’t want you to be disappointed,” he whispers.
“You’ve never disappointed me and you never will,” she says easily, sounding confused and curious.
It doesn’t make him feel any better. His stomach is twisting painfully when he finally works up the courage to blurt it out. “I got someone pregnant.”
His mother’s shock is palpable, bleeding through the phone and seeping into his skin until he’s flinching, the hitch in her breathing almost deafening to his ringing ears.
Before he knows it, his tears are brimming again.
“Mom,” he says desperately. “Say something.”
“Harry,” she says. “Oh my god.”
Needless to say, he starts crying again. The whole story comes tumbling out and his mother is achingly indecipherable, asking him questions about if they used protection (no, but Louis had been on birth control) and how far along Louis is (9 weeks and 4 days as far as Harry knows) and how well they know each other (“Not well at all,” he had been forced to admit).
“Honey,” she starts, voice gentle but firm. “I’m your mother and you know I always want the best for you. But you also know I’ll never bullshit you, which is why I feel comfortable telling you that there’s a right and wrong decision to make here and I swear to God, Harry Edward Styles, that if you choose the wrong path - the coward’s path, I will come up there and -”
“Mom, I’m not abandoning him,” he interrupts, gaping. “What the fuck?”
“I know you’re not,” she scoffs. “I meant if you choose not to have a joint-custody. I know you, darling, and I know how much you’d regret it if you let one of your own flesh and blood slip through your fingers even when you’re as young as you are.”
“I…” He trails off, swallowing. “How am I supposed to raise a child when I want to be in the NHL?”
“How is this omega supposed to carry a child while attending classes and living his own life?” she counters. “I’ll tell you how. You figure it out. You work your ass off and you come up with solutions and you never give up. When it comes to family, you can move mountains if need be.”
Harry exhales, words embedding themselves into his skin and sticking there. He nods even though she can’t see him. She’s right. She’s completely right. It’s been four days and his pup is still just an embryo but he’s already attached. He’s in too deep and there’s no way he can settle for anything less than as much as he can get. “What about weekends?” he suggests.
“Weekends,” Anne repeats. “Is that what you want?”
He takes his time to respond, mulling it over and considering every option. Is it possible for me to do this? he thinks. Is it possible that he can live and breathe hockey and other obligations while still being a father that his pup deserves?
In the end, it’s an easy question to answer.
“Yes,” he says, no signs of hesitance or doubt in his voice. “It’s what I want.”
“I’m glad to hear that, darling. So glad. But I also need you to understand. Being a parent will change your life forever - it’s the most satisfying and fulfilling and beautiful thing, but it’s hard. Looking after another human being is a full-time commitment and I know you want kids, but it’s different when you’re actually having them.”
“I know,” he says. He’ll need to do research and tag along to appointments and be as involved as he can. He’ll need to find time for his pup - make time for them - both before and after they’re born. “I’ll do my best.”
“And I don’t care if you and this omega are nothing but strangers,” she continues fiercely. “That child is half yours and this omega will be carrying it for the both of you these next nine months. You better be there trying to make it even a little bit easier for him every step of the way.”
He sputters. “Of course,” he says, defensive. “I would hope you’d expect better of me than that.”
“And I’d hope I raised you well enough that you’ll treat this omega as good as if he were your own omega and support him as much as possible,” she says.
“You did, I will,” he argues, brows furrowing. He thinks about Louis and how much discomfort, pain, and struggles he’ll have to endure over his pregnancy and how he knows he’ll handle it brilliantly. Because Louis is smart and determined and he’s going to be a brilliant mother.
He knows it.
“I love you and I’m proud of you,” his mother says after a beat, voice softening. “And I’ll be here for you whenever you need me, honey. Just a few hours away. For you and Louis.”
It’s the first time she’s said his name out loud and Harry’s heart does a funny thing at the sound. “I love you too,” he says belatedly.
“Robin’s going to be home in a few minutes, so stay on,” she says. “I want you to be the one to tell him the news. You have to tell your sister too, but maybe in a little bit. I don’t want to overwhelm you, darling. But how long do you think is the appropriate time to wait before telling the relatives?”
Harry can’t help but smile as she rambles on but it fades as his earlier worries return. She wants to tell the relatives but Harry’s still scrambling to process, to believe.
“Mom,” he says, voice ragged.
“Yes, lovey?” she asks softly, sensing his distress.
“Do you think I’ll be a good dad?” he breathes, wiping a stray tear with the back of his hand. He hears his mother’s shocked inhale before she’s crying too, telling Harry of course, darling, the best dad in the entire world.
And Harry, through his tears and worries and anguish, believes her. He can feel it in his bones, in his mind, in his heart. He will be. For his pup, he’d be anything.
They stay on the phone for hours.
-
It’s Thursday afternoon, five days after he found out, and Harry’s staring at the creased and wrinkled ultrasound picture - staring at his future - when he pulls out his phone and writes out a text.
Hey Louis...
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this is one of quite a few drabbles i have on a list for already-posted fics and the first one i’ve actually finished (whoops) - hopefully i’ll get to the others too!! :) this was really fun for me to write and i hope it was nice to read :)
thank you @soldouthaz and chelsea for looking this over for me! <33
any harry-centric post war fics pleasee?? if its the final year of hogwarts that would be a plus also do you have a list of all your masterlists or something :)
Hey! Thanks for sending in your ask :)
To start with, here are the two masterlists currently existing on the blog:
James/Lily AU Masterlist (tag)
Shell Cottage Masterlist (post)
As for Harry and post-war fics, I found a few below. You can also try this AO3 search to cast a wider net.
Just Live by GoldenTruth813
Harry didn’t know how hard it would be to choose to live. [8th year, Trio friendship]
Beeswax and Woodsmoke by IamShadow21
He feels guilty to just steal away in the night, but he needs some space to breathe.
Angry, Overpowered Harry Potter (ao3) - TomHRichardson
Pairing: Hermione/Harry, Sirius/Amelia
Summary: AU. At Harry’s August 1995 trial in front of the Wizengamot for use of underage magic and violating the Statute of Secrecy, Lucius Malfoy and Dolores Umbridge got Harry convicted, and got Harry sentenced to death by Kiss. (“Kind” Dumbledore asked that Harry be “merely” sent to Azkaban for life.) But as the Dementor is drawing close to Harry, something unexpected happens. H/Hr
Artificer (fanfiction.net) - Wovenstorm
Summary: AU; a Harry that started to take life more seriously after the Chamber of Secrets finds himself facing the Triwizard Tournament, alone and friendless. A Harry-doesn't-give-a-damn 4th year story.
Everything Black (ao3) - General_Jellyfish
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: If you had a chance to do it over again, make things better, would you take it?
or
Harry fakes it 'til he makes it.
OR
Harry -somehow- accidentally goes back in time.
Got Balls? (ao3) - Kamerreon
Summary: Harry Potter was passionate about Quidditch. It was one of the few escapes he had; he found freedom in the air as he chased a small golden ball. Therefore, he wouldn't allow anything to tarnish the game. Not even one of his closest friends.
Harry Potter and the Monster of Slytherin (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: Harry's second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is already looking to be more complicated than the first. He has a place in Slytherin House, but it's by no means secure; he's still feuding with his father and his twin brother; he still has a problem with trusting authority.
On top of that, there are whispers of dark things coming to Hogwarts, and as much as Harry might like to stay out of it, he probably won't be able to. Especially since he's the Slytherin Potter.
Harry Potter the Slytherin outcast. (ao3) - Zackary_Manchester
Summary: What if Harry was sorted in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor? This is Harry's decent into darkness from Snapes POV.
How Fate Intended (ao3) - hoboheartache
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Luna/Theodore, Daphne/Blaise
Summary: In which Harry Potter is unceremoniously thrust back in time and forced to deal with Voldemort whining inside his head. At least Death had the decency to apologize.
Strange Horses, Blacker Than Night (ao3) - madeofuniverses
Summary: “Only those who have seen death can see the skeletal horses, the Thestrals. And Harry sure has seen death. He saw death a few months ago, when his maybe-friend was killed in the graveyard by the monster. But earlier than that, he saw death. He saw death when he was only one year old, sitting in his crib, as his mother fell to the ground. He sees death almost every night when he dreams of screams and flashes and a loud thud.”
The End Is The Beginning (ao3) - Nitraz
Summary: Death was not what Harry thought it would be. An empty train and a being proclaiming himself to be the Death, telling him that, “sorry, no afterlife for you” certainly wasn't anywhere near his expectations.
And having his soul and magic crammed back into his four year old body, being told that he can never die… That was another painful kick to the groin.
But Harry is British, and the phrase “keep calm and carry on” is practically a part of him by now. He realises that this is a second chance at life. To actually live and do whatever the hell he wants without being someone else’s pawn. It is a new beginning, and things are going to be vastly different this time around.
The Lily Spell (ao3) - pickledghost
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Harry Potter is one of the most handsome and sought after alphas on the Hogwarts Higher Education Programme. Draco Malfoy on the other hand, is the Seventh Year omega son of deceased Death Eaters and is widely ignored and shunned by his peers. Harry doesn’t even know Draco exists until he discovers that the younger boy is pregnant with his baby thanks to a spell gone wrong.
The Speaker and His Wraiths (ao3) - ATiredAndDeadWriter
Summary: In a world where Harry Potter chooses to seek his own answers instead of waiting around for Dumbledore, everything is different.
He and his friends at Hogwarts must prepare for the inevitable war, choosing sides and creating their own paths. Will they be able to manage it?
The Weapon Revised! (fanfiction.net) - GwendolynnFiction
Summary: After Sirius's death, Harry devotes himself to learning magic in a desperate attempt to protect the people he loves. Warnings: Profanity, Extreme Violence, References to Non-Con -Not of Main Character-, Dark/Questionable Harry
to leap and love the fall (ao3) - stranglerfig
Summary: The centaur tilted his head. “And what is a human boy doing riding a thestral into the Forest?”
“I’m going to visit a friend. Well, a friend of a friend. Sort of. It’s a snake in the castle.”
In which Harry meets a garden snake, discovers magic, and sets off for a better life.
To Shape and Change (fanfiction.net) - Blueowl
Summary: AU. Time Travel. Snape goes back in time, holding the knowledge of what is to come if he fails. No longer holding a grudge, he seeks to shape Harry into the greatest wizard of all time, starting on the day Hagrid took Harry to Diagon Alley. No Horcruxes.
Two For One (ao3) - Ourliazo
Summary: Harry thinks to himself; why the f-ck not? So he picks up a little Tom Riddle and tries to indoctrinate the boy into following a Gryffindor approved set of morals. He grabs Gellert Grindelwald too because if he f-cks up with one, he still has another try.
(Poor Harry doesn't stand a chance.)
Vestiges of Normalcy (ao3) - orphan_account
Pairing: Harry/Viktor
Summary: Harry Potter saves Bulgarian Quidditch star Viktor Krum from an early death when Death Eaters invade the Quidditch World Cup campsite. From there, a friendship (and something more) blooms, turning everything on its head. New friends are made, old friends are lost, secrets are revealed, and the fate of Wizarding Britain is forever altered.
What it means to belong (ao3) - PottersForhead
Pairing: Harry/Tom
Summary: Tom Riddle wants to perform a strengthening ritual on himself, only to end up with a handful of a wizard he doesn’t actually like and lots of research he doesn’t want.
Who is Harry Potter, and why is he so desperate to keep Tom alive?
A Cadmean Victory (fanfiction.net) - DarknessEnthroned
M, 520k
Summary: In the aftermath of a peaceful summer comes the Goblet of Fire and the chance of a quiet year to improve himself, but Harry Potter and the Quiet Revision Year was never going to last. A more mature, darker Harry, bearing the effects of 11 years of virtual solitude. GoF AU. There will be romance... eventually.
A Childhood Well Spent (ao3) - Isscha
G, 157k
Summary: "The boy’s sobbing had faded by now and Severus realized the child had fallen asleep whilst snuggled into his neck. How on earth had he been one to receive this letter over the mutt, or the wolf, or any of the other order members?"
Severus Snape makes a different decision that fateful night and raises Harry as his own.
A New Better Life (fanfiction.net) - Ulltima101
T, 67k
Summary: A re-imagining of Harry's life where he applies himself a little bit more, works a little harder, and gets closer to more people than just Ron and Hermione. Smartish!Harry, Grey!Harry, OP!Harry Good!Dumbledore, Mentor!Dumbeldore Rival!Draco
A Year Like None Other (ao3) - aspeninthesunlight
T, 789k
Summary: A letter from home? A letter from family? Well, Harry Potter knows he has neither, but all the same, it starts with a letter from Surrey. Whatever the Dursleys have to say, it can't be anything good, so Harry's determined to ignore it. But when the Potions Master forces him to read his letter, Harry gets sent down a path he'd never have walked on his own.
It will be a year of big changes, a year of great pain, and a year of Harry confronting his worst fears.
But from the most unexpected of sources, Harry Potter will finally get a chance to have that which he has never known: a family.
A sixth year fic, this story follows Order of the Phoenix and disregards any canon events that occur after Book 5.
Ballroom Magic (ao3) - sheepscot
G, 23k
Summary: What if the Dursley's urge to appear normal led Harry to a chance (escape) at making a respectable name for himself in the sports(?) world.
Dragons, Snakes, and Secrets (ao3) - Demondog136, EllianaNarna
T, 56k
Summary: Harry Potter thought his fourth year was going to be peaceful, where he wouldn't have to worry about anything (except the Dark Lord out for his blood, as per bloody usual). The Tri-Wizard tournament was here at Hogwarts and he was not old enough to take place. How wrong could he turn out to be? When his name is called from the goblet, a plethora of changes and secrets are on their way. How can Harry defeat dragons and handle deceiving headmasters, while also learning things about the past that will change not just his life, but the fate of the Wizarding World?
Elementary Calculations (ao3) - kcourtkat [archived by HPFandom_archivist
M, 36k
Summary: After discovering his magic early, a darker Harry Potter plots his way to success.
Elsewhere, but not Elsewhen (fanfiction.net) - The Mad Mad Reviewer
M, 73k
Summary: Thestrals can go a lot more places than just wherever you need to go. Unfortunately for Harry Potter, Voldemort is more than aware of this, and doesn't want to deal with Harry Potter anymore.
Families and Familiars (ao3) - Sherza
T, 134k
Summary: Hogwarts is alive, sentient, and able to speak. There is a world of difference between pets and familiars. Harry Potter uses the brain he was born with. The Wizarding world gets an object lesson in why you never underestimate (or worse, make an enemy of) a Black.
Harry Potter has a destiny far greater than he could possibly know. A destiny that will shake the Wizarding world to its foundations
Grey Space (ao3) - noaacat
G, 60k
Summary: In 1991, Harry Potter begins his time at Stonewall High, unaware that he is anything more than a boy prone to freakish accidents.
When he turns fourteen, he will receive a letter that will change his life. He will learn he is Harry Potter, and be invited into a world where belonging is his birthright. Until then, he stumbles on, two steps forward and one step back, out of the cupboard and into the life he was never meant to have.
Harry Potter and the Den of Snakes (ao3) - orphan_account
N/R, 78k
Summary: After ten years of misery with the Dursleys, Harry Potter learns that he has magic. Except, in this story, it's not a surprise-the only surprise is that there are others like him. Including his twin brother, Julian Potter, the savior of the Wizarding world.
This isn't the Harry you think you know.
Hogwarts Battle School (fanfiction.net) - Kwan Li
M, 372k
Summary: AU. Voldemort kills Dumbledore but is defeated by a child. In the aftermath, Snape becomes the Headmaster and radically changes Hogwarts. Harry Potter of House Slytherin begins his Third Year at Hogwarts Battle School and realizes that friend and foe are too similar for his liking. Competing with allies and enemies, Harry finds there is a cost to winning.
Leo Inter Serpentes: First Year (ao3) - Aeternum
T, 50k
Summary: A retelling of the original series, but this time, our hero wears green and silver, not red and gold.
On Punching Gods and Absentee Dads (ao3) - Enigmaris
T, 246k
Summary: Harry finds out that his dad is alive, has been the whole time. Instead of being overjoyed, Harry's disgusted. His dad left earth and abandoned his friends. Every painful thing he's ever gone through can be traced back to one man. Now Harry's got super strength he can't control and an almost unnecessary amount of magical power. His dad might be living it up with the Avengers now but not for long. With the help of his friends, Harry comes up with a plan for revenge. Get ready Avengers, Harry's out to punch a god.
Other People's Choices (ao3) - Lomonaaeren
T, 182k
Summary: AU. The Sorting Hat doesn’t just let the Sword go when it falls on Harry’s head in the Chamber, but also Sorts him again, this time into Slytherin. Harry is furious and terrified, and the adults aren’t helping much.
The Cupboard Under The Stairs (ao3) - Stargon
G, 50k
Summary: A mysterious green inked letter banished Harry from his cupboard. But does taking the boy out of the cupboard also mean that you've taken the cupboard out of the boy? A first year fic. Book 1 of The Cupboard Series
Hi I was just wondering if you could do a zianourry harry centric where the other boys have "girlfriends" and management is making them spend time with them instead of with harry and he gets sad and depressed and shuts himself away from them and then at one of their concerts they sing they don't know about us to harry then they come out and harry is getting hate from fans and management and the boys defend him and yea fluff please? Thanks I love your stories!!!!!! Sry 4 bugging u again
Warnings: Depression, not a proper way to handle depression, jesus I’m like the least qualified person to say so but I know it’s not the way you handle it, the most unrealistic depiction of catatonia in a fanfiction, demonizing the management :P sorry
BABY! I’m so sorry I’m late I couldn’t post what I’ve written. Tumblr hates me so much right. I’m getting all of your prompts and I’m deff writing them. I’ll post them when I can again.
Theair-conditioning is too cold but the lone figure at the bed remainedcurled on himself, exhausted. Niall left hours ago and none of theother boys are set to come back anytime soon, all out fulfillingresponsibilities with their respective ‘girlfriends’. Harry sobbedfreely, knowing that no one can hear him.
He’s been leftalone at home after having an earlier panic attack, something he leftbehind a long time ago, or so he thought. A few days ago he wentthrough a horrible experience of being stalked all day by a group offans that agitated him so much. Ironically, his trigger had been thesitting on a familiar meeting room and some endless monotonous speechwith a lot of numbers flying over their heads.
He broke down ontheir way home, breathing uneven and uncontrollable for a long time.Preston stopped the car and called Louis but advised him againstgoing to him, putting him on loud speaker instead.
It took a while tocalm his nerves down, Preston was almost too scared, ready to drivehim to the hospital if it lasted a few seconds longer.
All the boys werewaiting for him when he arrived, practically carrying him from thecar seat to the bed. They all but tied him up at the bed, forbiddinghim to go through any activities today.
He protested for along time, he had a flight, he had a supposed date, supposedouting and so much more. But noone would let him budge at all.
Inthe end what Harry feared happened instead, the other four werewhisked away for publicity stunts, to make up for Harry’slack of professionalism. Whilethey would all gladly take some burden off of his shoulders, the actmade Harry feel even guiltier.
Now he’s here,lying on the bed, without any will to move at all. There’s a bonedeep exhaustion buried deep inside him that he can never shake off.
He’d been hoistedand paraded from one place to another. Countless cameras flashing onhis face, nameless people screaming degrading questions at him.Spending precious time off with ‘friends’ who could care less abouthim, when he’d rather spend time with the four boys who love him themost.
But Harry doesn’tever say no.
He can’t say no.
Sobs took over hisbreathing, finding it more and more difficult to take in air.
Do you wantZayn to do all the promotion Harry? You know much he hates crowds.
You want theboys to work twice as hard? When that can be avoided by a singlerumor on your side.
Poor Niall justgot out of surgery. Are you sure you want him to do all the work.
Louis familymust miss him, his siblings and mom must miss him. Doing this promowill give him a lot of time off, after walking with Eleanor ofcourse.
You know peoplealways misinterprets Liam, you want to put him out there?
He doesn’t.
He doesn’t want the boys doing any of it. Pretending to have agirlfriend is hard enough, he should know. He couldn’t even do it.
Stupid boy!Can’t you do anything right? HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT TO PRETEND TODATE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN?
Do you want tolet the guys down? They’re all doing their parts. How hard is it toride on a separate plane?
He hated how alone he felt. Asking and berating himself on whycouldn’t he just grin and bear it. Hating the fact that they’d cometo a point where the other boys had to put their foot down for him.
He cried his eyes wet, remembering each lies and reprimand hereceived. Sadly, he believed each one of them.
That was how Zayn found him, as cold as death with dried tear streaksface.
***
Liam couldn’t shake off the nervous feeling at the back of histhroat. It’s been there ever since Louis left to go out with Eleanorand steadily increased until each of the boys had to leave thesleeping Harry.
The day with Sofia went well, he kissed her cheeks goodbye and drovehome as fast as possible. Zayn should be home by now. Niall will beback in a few hours, while Louis isn’t schedule to come back untiltomorrow.
He sighed, not liking that they all had to leave Harry behind. Butthey couldn’t really let him go, not at the state he was in, nomatter how much he insisted. He hurried at the familiar hallwaymechanically, the silence making his skin crawl. Opening the door totheir room and Zayn cradling a sleeping Harry was what greeted him.
“Liam!” The other exclaimed, voice filled with urgency. “Ican’t get him to wake up. He won’t move at all Liam.” Zayn said,voice breathy and unstable.
“I thought he was sleeping. He won’t wake up. Liam, please.” Liamdidn’t realize he was just standing there, staring until Zayn beggedhim to move.
He felt bile rising at his throat when he got a better look. Harrywas pale, eyes opened and unfocused.
Liam gathered Harry to his arms, looking at Zayn as he said:“Hospital?”
The other can only nod before running outside.
***
Zayn drove the car, knowing the discreet hospital by heart. Liam hadHarry cradled on his lap, one hand tangled on Harry’s hair whiletalking to someone on the phone.
“Gave Louis a proper heart attack. He’s on his way.”
Zayn nodded, not knowing if Liam saw it or not.
“Still can’t get a hold of Niall though.”
Zayn bit his lip, tasting the copper on his mouth as he heard Liambegged Harry to tell them what’s wrong.
***
The doctor at the E.R. was nice and accommodating. She gave them alook, surprised and clearly aware of who they are, before taking inLiam who’s still carrying Harry. A nursed ushered him and tried totake Harry but he refused.
A few hazy minutes after handing the still dazed Harry, the doctorapproached them.
“It doesn’t seem any form of substance abuse, all his vitals arenormal while his heartbeat is borderline slow, it’s still normal.”She explained.
“He had a panic attack earlier. He had a history of asthma and wewere used to dealing with it. He was calm for a few hours, beforeeveryone had to leave.” Zayn explained.
Liam bit clenched his fists. He knows they weren’t supposed to dothat, but it had to be them or Harry. And Harry was in no conditionto walk into hundreds of cameras, with different screaming faces andholding another aspiring model’s hands.
“Is it possible that he had another panic attack without anyone?”
The doctor nodded.
“Could be. But does Mr. Styles have any history on depression?”
The two didn’t reply and she took it as her cue to continue.
“It’s hard to miss sometimes. Even some of the patients are notaware they have it. And given the nature of your business, I’mguessing that Mr. Styles is under a lot of stress.” She went to herdesk to take a pen and paper. “From his symptoms, I think yourfriend is catatonic. He currently has no control over his motorskills, it’s like he’s in constant state of stupor.” She handed apaper to Liam. “I’m not qualified to diagnose, but if he’s beenincredibly stressed, or isolated lately that may have caused it. Youcan head to our resident psychiatrist for a better diagnosis.”
***
Zayn was pushing Harry’s wheelchair, Liam was following closelybehind them. Zayn had to insist to be able to push Harry’s wheelchairinstead of the nurse. He didn’t really want to cause any scene buthe’s really unable to let anyone else take care of Harry right now.
Making a scene is how exactly they found Louis on their way to theother side of the building. He caught sight of them, giving a quickglance to Harry before rushing to give him a hug. He attempted topick Harry up from the chair before being stopped by the stern nursetrailing them.
While waiting outside the room, Louis asked one question afteranother, clearly anxious. Zayn and Liam can only shrug or nod at eachone thrown at them. They grew more and more nervous at each questionthey can’t answer, and Louis grew more and more frustrated at them.
Louis visibly tried to calm himself.
“I called Niall earlier, he’s in no state to drive and I asked hisguard to drive him home instead.”
***
Talking to the doctor didn’t really help. The three automaticallyprotested at the first mention of Electroconclusive Therapy. It wasunanimous that Harry would have therapy at home instead. The doctoralmost didn’t approve but Louis pulled the “secret husband card”,with certificates and marriage liscense.
They went home and briefed a panicked Niall to the situation. No onehad the heart nor will to leave after that.
***
What happened after wasn’t pretty at all, shows were canceled, noone’s willing to perform while Harry’s mute and unresponsive. Themanagement was not happy, delivering papers and threatening lawsuitsat their disappearance.
With some advice and a counter lawsuit, they were left to recover atpeace.
All of them refused any sort of interview and the radio silence wasdriving everyone mad. The media was relentless and unforgiving,stories of slander and lies printed on tabloids.
Apparently someone spotted them leaving the hospital and rumors ofdrug abuse among other things were all around.
Louis was livid, tempted to answer each and everyone of the lies, butknowing that peace would be so much better.
***
Niall was lying next to Harry when he first resurfaced, he’d beenhovering at him, extremely guilty for not being there the night theyfound him.
Harry called Niall’s name, the other almost thought he was dreaming.They hugged each other and cried their hearts out.
Harry’s recovery was fast and sudden, almost like his plunge. Almosteveryone was fussing towards him. The boys developed a system that atleast one of them would need to spend time with them.
***
The two parties agreed to finishing the remaining contract butletting some of the unfair clauses go.
So the first night of their resumed tour, the piano of They Don’tKnow about us was played. Harry looking at each of the four boys,surprised but a very fond look on his face.
