#paltaxiox

[paltaxiox]

[paltaxiox]

People fear the new Dark Lord, but his general, his second-in-command, his animagus husband? THEY ARE TERRIFIED OF HIM.

Because the Dark Lord sometimes needs to rest, and when that happens, the general is always there, taking command. People cry and pray for the Dark Lord's nap to end.

But the ferret general always gets lost, so the Dark Lord has put his contact number on his clothes.

"if i get lost, contact harry james potter"

(I watched barbie rapunzel again and then I saw the villain with her FERRET aaaand. I couldn't help drawing some sketchs).

[paltaxiox]

HC that after the war Harry's patronus changed to a snowy owl: Hedwig.

.

.

.

.

Harry is eighteen, he's survived a war, and he still feels like he could die at any moment. Being back at Hogwarts with other students doesn't erase months of running around, hiding, taking turns sleeping, not eating. Going back doesn't erase anything, and he still remembers every single death and the extreme fear of not waking up one day if he closes his eyes.

His friends try, of course—they try to help him and he's grateful, but he knows it'll never be the same for him. The losses are too much and they weigh on his back, like a giant blanket that won't let him breathe.

It's the last day of school; the next day they'll be returning to London for the last time. They've had their graduation ceremony that day, and the students are celebrating in the common room, drinking, laughing and happy. Harry is, too, but he sees the dark sky, the trees swaying on the horizon, and feels something is missing.

He started Hogwarts eight years ago. He crossed that hidden wall at King's Cross with someone else, and it wasn't the Weasleys—it was someone Harry always thought would be with him, until one or the other died of old age. But he'll come back alone. As he was for the first eleven years of his life until she was given to him, white and magnificent. He's graduated and Hegwig was not with him to see it. He'll take the train for the last time and Hedwig, his first friend, will not be there with him.

For while he considers Ron his first friend, nothing can compare to Hedwig. Actually, his first friend ever was her, not Ron. They're the first of their kind. Ron was her first (human) friend, and Hegwig her first (general) friend. He loves Ron, but he loved Hedwig as well, and the two cannot be compared. Ron accompanied him on his deadly adventures every year, but it was Hegwig who returned with him to the Dursely's, who saw him locked in a room without food, and who listened to him talk and talk, only with his company. And her presence, actually, was all he needed to keep him afloat.

Over the next few minutes, Harry casts spell after spell. He does it without thinking, just from muscle memory. He knows he won't use several of these anymore, and others he will, but it feels good to do it one last time in a school setting, so that twenty years from now he can sit with his family and friends and remember 'Yes, that was my last spell at Hogwarts.'

And in the end, his last spell lands on the tip of his tongue. It's not his signature spell, but it's the one he's most fond of, the one that connects him to his father. He purses his lips, takes a deep breath, and speaks the words:

'Expecto Patronum.'

Instantly, a bluish-white wisp comes out of his wand, curves in the air and bursts into an intense light that makes him squint. The figure that forms is circular, then oval, then changes and twists and turns as if it doesn't know what to do. Harry watches silently, the air trapped in his lungs. At the end, the figure stands still and limbs grow from its sides and it shakes. Instead of fur, it sprouts feathers. And when he opens his eyes, Harry knows that, if the animal had been real and not a bluish-white Patronus, it'd have bright yellow eyes.

It's Hedwig. Not the majestic stag he's had since he was thirteen—but Hedwig, who won't be with him to see him off, who never could, but who has somehow snuck into his own magic so that he'll always remember her. And, oh god, isn't it hilarious?

A sob catches in his throat as the snowy owl returns and flies higher, seeming pleased. She flutters around, disinterested. And then she fixes her eyes on him, and turns to him with the same stern look she gave him when he was talking nonsense or not giving his the bacon.

Before he knows what he's doing, Harry has his arm stretched out to the sky, towards her, and Hegwig flies and flies towards him, and transmits so much light that it illuminates the grass and every pebble on the ground. She comes so close that, as he runs his fingers across her back in a gesture to caress her as he used to do, he runs right through her. Suddenly, his cheeks feel cold, and it's with a tremulous sigh that he realises he has been crying.

He cannot take his eyes off her, off her plumage and her now blue eyes. And the night goes on and on and on and he's still there. And when dawn comes, Hedwig flies past towards the horizon, and finally disappears.

Harry is the only one left.

Years later, many many years later, he'll sit surrounded by grandsons and granddaughters, all together around the fireplace, and introduce them to Hedwig, his first friend.

[paltaxiox]

The favourite babysitter for cherubic babies, aka, Lord Voldemort.

.

Inspired by a scene from Edible Horcruxes by papermonkey

I mean, since I read this I KNEW I had to draw at least something about voldemort as a part time babysitter. It was so funny—and then sad, fffck.

@the-paper-monkey I really hope you like it!

[paltaxiox]

🔞

Explicit version on my twitter!

[paltaxiox]

I was thinking about Draco in a skirt and...

I couldn't resist drawing something.

Everyone always put him in a short skirt but LET'S SEE. I feel like Draco would first be so embarrassed that he'd wear only long skirt for being a "proper pureblood".

Later on, he'd wear short skirts to rebel.

[paltaxiox]

[paltaxiox]

Draco was with a petrified look in front of the mirror in her room. In one hand she clutched the crystal that threatened to cut the smooth skin of her hand, and in the other, she held the long strands of hair that she had just thoughtlessly cut off.

Ella es, chapter 2 by KokoCherry on ao3. (The extract is a translation).

I have a thing for female Draco, sooo, yep. And the fic has female Draco, who from the beginning pretended to be a boy because of her father and in her fourth year she's forced to return to her real appearance, letting everyone see that she's actually a girl.

By the way, the fic's still in progress and is in Spanish