#patronous

[antsb]

For a moment, I thought, “why Harry’s patronous isn’t a fawn instead of a grown stag?” You know, the child of a stag and a deer.

And I got the answer soon.

Because Harry had to be the adult in his own life.

[anonymousmoth43]

When Regulus goes off on his mission alone he knows he won’t make it back, despite that no ink touches paper, no wax makes a seal, and no bird is tasked. Instead as he sinks to the bottom he thinks of his memories, there’s small ones from when he was younger when Siri would tuck him in and read him bedtime stories, there’s newer one too of his friends doing similar things, of quidditch practices with Dorcas specifically, of spell crafting with Pandora, of star mapping with Evan. The strongest however are the ones of Barty. His dark hair glowing in morning light, of him soaking wet after a dip in the lake, of secret kisses shared in lonely corridors. Of studying in the library together as their fingers brush softly and their knees knock to each other, of the first time Barty reached over to show him a passage in his text and shakily landing a peck on the nap of his neck as he does it. The last thing he really sees in that cave aren’t the inferi or Kretcher or the poison that consumed him, it’s a bright light that glows a soft blue around the edges. It oddly looks like a coyote. He misses Barty is what he thinks as the light disappears through the cave walls and his lungs stop trying to breathe around the water filling them.

Somewhere across London, Barty Crouch Jr. finds a little coyote waiting for him, the thing whispers a whine that sounds to much like “I’m sorry” and “I love you” for him not to break. That night, he’ll never be the same.

[autistpride]

Me and my patronous for Mischief Managed prompt day 8

[anisbackrooms]

Something about harry's partronous being a stag just breaks my heart like yes he is james potters son and his partronous is his dads animagus form

(And yes im rewatching the prisoner of Askaban and analysiring everything that has smt to do about with the marauders)

(i screamed kiss at the wolfstar scene and my brother looked weird at me)

[iris-neptunus]

I thought a lot about what Albus and Scorpius’ Patronous would be and this is probably my favorite scenario:

ok imagine Albus finally casting a patronous in defense against the dark arts and everyone in the class gets excited because it’s a stag, just like his father‘s.

But it’s not actually a stag. It’s a moose. And he has correct everyone.

“I heard a rumor that Albus potter has a stag patronous”

*Al jumps out from behind a bookshelf

“actually it’s a moose”

the two ravenclaw third years: 👁👄👁

Anyways, he‘s super confused why his Patronous is a moose. It just seems so random. Then he comes across Scorpius Malfoy talking excitedly to Olivia Chang. He overhears that Scorpius just produced his first fully formed patronous.

And guess what.

It’s a fucking moose

[mirrorofliterature]

remus lupin & melancholy via patronous

He had shown Percy his patronus yesterday: he could do it again today.

All the people who knew of his animagus form are dead.

He takes a deep breath, thinks of the hope - that burning hope, the bright hope, for a wedding day that never came - pushes away the melancholy, as he is so practised at doing - thinks of James and Lily’s wedding day, of Marlene and Dorcas’, the sheer joy before the war tore it all away -

And he speaks, softly: “Expecto Patronum.”

[obssession101]

Here you go, my entry for @drarrymicrofic’ prompt: surprise

TW: swearing (a lot)

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Harry loved being an Auror, he really did. He loved the rush of getting in the field and catching bad guys and helping people. He loved it. He really did.

But fuck if he wasn’t getting too old to be singlehandedly fighting off five fucking dark wizards at once. It was at times like that that Harry hated Ron for quitting the force. His new partner was an actual fucking nuisance, and got hit in the first minute of combat. He was furious, absolutely furious. At Robbards for assigning him the most stupid Auror in the entire department, at Ron for leaving him and mostly at Moss for getting stunned.

If only Harry could distract them long enough to cast an incarcerus...

His brain twisted, his hands casting counter-curses one after the other, not having time to breathe between blows, and then it came to him. Of course!

“Expecto Patronum”

Harry heard his own voice echo into the dark alley, and the shimmering light of his patronus took form.

Something was wrong. It was too big. Enormous. Gigantic. Big enough to distract the criminals, so Harry trapped them all in body binds, only then turning around to see.

His deer was nowhere to be seen. In his place stood a fucking dragon. A mejestic white winged dragon.

His patronus was huge, enormous dragon.

Just like Draco’s.

Well, that was a surprise.