#thirsttoprove

[discipulusmaleficus]

@thirsttoprove - cont

That was the trick of it, wasn't it? He never planned, not for the long term. Yes, he was quite good at acting like he'd known it all along, but he was improvising. He was always improvising. Things only worked out in his favour as often as they did by a combination of intuition, good reflexes, and luck. And his luck never held out for long, did it?

He was surprised Harry wasn't yelling. Sort of wished he had been, because then he might have been able to keep yelling back at him.

Because I like you, you damned idiot. Was that so hard to believe? That he wasn't willing to just give him up, that he'd convinced himself he could just keep dodging the consequences for the rest of his life --? Or that, just maybe, he might've started to imagine that he could make him understand --

Apparently, it was.

"I don't know." He felt something clench inside his chest, heard himself speaking, coldly, as if from several metres off. "Maybe I'm just a fucking sadist. Maybe I just wanted to see the look on your face when you found out. That's the only thing that makes sense, yes?"

"That, or I'd have to be incomprehensibly stupid."

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@thirsttoprove​ | cᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵃˡ

“Yeah, they said it was a misunderstanding and the place is already reserved for you.” Harry shot Draco a grimace. “I know you’re waiting for me to bite the dust, but it’s not going to happen. I’m going to live forever just to piss you off.”

         ˜”*°•.      ❝ You think  you  are funny,  Potter ? ❞  Words  dressed in  sarcasm  were tossed  out.  Steps made  forwards,  distance shortening.  ❝ Pity  that humour  and  fame couldn’t  come  in the  same  package. ❞  𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫  𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬;  the  boy that  couldn’t  spend  a  moment  without receiving  attention.  Every year,  another  𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗰  little  adventure  of his.  The  fate of  school  always on  his  shoulders. ❝ I’d  be  much  more  careful  if I  were you. Even stars get into accidents. ❞

[auriibus]

@thirsttoprove asked ; ❝ ok, look. if we survive the next 24 hours, then i’ll take you out on a real date. ❞ 

“Do you really think that is the best way to ask a girl out?” In all fairness to Harry there would be a lot of teasing to survive in the next day. It had become a habit for Harry, Hermione, the Black's, Lupin's and Weasley's to all gather for the holidays especially since the war ended after all they had all become one big family.

"Besides," Eris smoothed out her skirt before giving herself a once over in the bathroom mirror, grimacing at her hair she did her best to pull it into a ponytail before turning back to face Harry with a cheeky grin. "It'll be dad you have to survive if anything. I'm his baby girl, I have nothing to worry about from him."

[chaosworthyarchive]

⇀ small starter | @thirsttoprove​

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     {➹} – THE HEDGEHOG MENTALLY scolded himself for tensing up at the sight of the human, had even gone as far as to force his body to relax under the other’s gaze. He knew they weren’t all bad, even had some that were close friends.

    But, then again, most humans he met didn’t point a stick at him upon first meeting.

     Sonic merely blinked at it for a moment, puzzled and perhaps a tad offended, before looking back to the black-haired male. “I’m afraid I don’t play fetch. I’m a hedgehog, not a dog.”

[omniishambles]

        HARRY || @thirsttoprove​         Plotted Starter !

        * * *

 The doorbell rang out through a modest rural home, ruffling the feathers of an elderly barn owl as it perched above the entrance. There was more disruption to follow as Drew slammed a mug down next to the hob, waiting for the kettle to start singing. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs, his youngest daughter darting past towards the front door.

 Drew leaned around the doorway and yelled after her-

   “If that’s one of those bastards from The Daily Prophet, tell them to piss off!”

 Elspeth yanked the door open, wand in hand until she realised who was on the front step, hazel eyes darting helplessly to the scar on his forehead. The young woman winced and smiled at the further noises coming from the kitchen behind her, of slamming drawers and muttered curses.

   “He’ll cool off when he sees it’s you.” She told him, grinning as he crossed the threshold. Pocketing her wand, she showed him through to the small kitchen where her Dad was moodily making a cup of tea. “It’s not The Daily Prophet, Dad. It’s one of those bastards from the Ministry instead.”

 Elspeth gave Harry a wink as she left, leaving him to his fate. There was fury in Drew’s eyes as he turned around, easing slightly when he realised who had entered the kitchen. Not one of the idiots who’d placed him under house arrest.

   “Merlin’s beard, Harry Potter! It’s an honor to meet you, lad, though not under the best bloody circumstances...what can I do for you? You’ve not been sent here to interrogate me, have you? Because I’ve had quite enough of that for one lifetime.”

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[thebrxghtestwxtch]

@thirsttoprove liked for a lyrical starter (Strong - London Grammar)

Hermione had returned from Australia after returning her parents memories and were sat with Harry in his room. It was a quiet affair as they were on a small beach with no one around so it was rather simple to do, the only thing she was dreading was their reaction after they found out why she did it. "Yeah I might seem so strong. Yeah I might speak so long." She said, referring to what her parents said to her after she explained everything about the war, Horcruxes, Voldemort, everything.

They seemed to take it well but they requested that they speak more about it all when they return back to England. However, it would probably be best to travel back separately. Fearing the worst she went to Harry as Ron was still dealing with the aftermath of the war and such. "I've never been so wrong."

[fiercesouls]

@thirsttoprove said:  “What are you looking for?”

Cedric had been in the library for hours, though the time really hadn’t felt that long for him, due to his excessive searching of the shelves. He didn't know exactly the type of book he was looking for, but the surname of the author was also his own surname, so he had wrongly expected this to be a simple task. His father had given him nothing to go on; he hated talking about their other family. Despite Harry's voice being low, it made the Hufflepuff jump; he almost lost his balance on the stool but righted it just in time. Cue his trademark grin to cover the embarrassment. " Hey, Harry. My dad mentioned that my great great grandmother wrote a book that was really well liked back at the time. I got curious, so I figured I'd just find it myself, since Hogwarts has one of the best libraries in the world. " 

[dirtymercy]

@thirsttoprove / HARRY & BEATRICE

   She rubbed her hands together, safely secured behind a layer of leather, though she was well out of arm’s reach of the boy with lightning on his forehead. In all her years -- which was climbing steadily towards two centuries now -- she had never seen anything quite like this, quite like him. She knew more about magic than any ordinary non-magical person, but then, there was little about Beatrice that was truly normal anymore. Magic had not cured her, and she’d begun to think there was no antidote at all. Perhaps she could not be reverted to anything normal because there was nothing to revert her to -- she had been born with the garden ; they existed in tandem. 

   As did good and evil -- with a war brewing on the eastern front of Europe, from the shadows of the Wizarding World to broad daylight. It had only been three days since she’d escaped an unthinkable fate, forced to aid the side that countered her most basic morals. And this boy was at the crux of it all, with this twisted story she’d heard recounted a number of times. The boy who lived. Now face to face with the girl of poison. Perched on a stump in the forest behind a layer of protective spells. And yet that was far from the strangest thing she’d encountered.

   "Whatever I can tell you, I’ll happily oblige,” she said, Italian accent somewhat muted, but still producing its usual melody in her voice. “Though I’m afraid it won’t be much.”