#urawizardharry

[seafinnigan]

@ura-wizardharry

Seamus sat in the somber marble hallway of the ministry, bouncing his leg anxiously. How many damn depositions were they going to compel him to give? How many times were they going to force him to come back here and talk about these things before they’d just leave him alone? He hated it, and looking around, it seemed like he was the only one stupid enough to show up.

[xobliviatesx]

Midnight Rendezvous

Neville couldn’t sleep.  There were many nights that he couldn’t sleep.  While the Battle of Hogwarts happened over a year prior, memories from that and the months leading up to it still plagued him.  He still had the scars from the Carrows and their army of minions.  But the physical scars were nothing compared to the mental ones of have to watch the people he love suffer or lose their lives.

He would have given himself up in a heartbeat to save some of them (especially Colin).  That was what was bugging him that evening.  He managed to fall asleep, only to wake up from flashes of green light and screaming.

Meandering downstairs, he warmed up some water for a nice cup of tea.  Maybe Ginny was right; maybe he needed to get help for this.  The door to Grimmauld Place opened and Neville immediately stood and pointed his wand at the doorway.  He knew not many people could get through the wards, but he was still paranoid.  When he saw Harry, he relaxed and lowered his wand.  “Late night?”

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[thebrightestgryffindorwitch]

Time to play catch up

"Hello Harry" she smiled sheepishly from the doorway, having not seen her best friend in a long time.

[draco-theslytherinprince]

Please like if I owe you or if you’d like a starter when I’m back on later this week. Happy writing!

[elenahawthornegryffindor]

In Need of Relaxation

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It had been a long day. Longer than she expected. She strips off her Healer training robes and hangs them in her lock with sigh. Stretching she made a mental list of things she was supposed to do. Elena really just needed a night of pure relaxation and some gentle company. A small smile came to her lips as she thought of a certain tousled haired wizard. She packed up her bag and mad her way up to the owlery and penned a quick note. Finding Archimedes, Her barn owl, she scratched his head and smiled. “ Hey buddy... take this for me, won’t you?” He nuzzles her and then takes off before she goes to her office to wait for a response

You up for some company? I can promise incentives... :) -E

[princelydoe-blog]

‘ i’m tired of fighting everything in my life. just make it stop. ’

growling suggestion

“Well you have to fight it, Potter!” Severus hissed as he stepped in closer to him, his eyes narrowing as a strange rush of anger went through him. He knew deep down that he was being unreasonable, but the fact that Hogwarts’ wonder boy was complaining while he had friends, glory, people who loved him.

“If you don’t fight it you will let him in, you have to keep fighting it.”

[raisedpurearch]

@ura-wizardharry​ sent :  “No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.”

DEATHLESS SENTENCE MEME     /    ALWAYS ACCEPTING

         HIS WORDS SIT BETWEEN THEM IN A HAPHAZARD STACK. Pansy thinks it’s odd to be in agreement with Harry Potter, but for all her vitriol and her tendency to be contrary, she can’t bring herself to oppose his statement. She thinks she has no idea how much love is enough, only that she’s starved of it, and that she’s made the mistake of looking for it in all the wrong places. She thinks that for someone who’s never been on the receiving end of genuine, unconditional love from the people she’s supposed to get it from, she oddly has a lot to give -- so much of it in fact that she remembers feeling like she would burst from the sheer intensity of it. Maybe that’s why you feel so empty, a voice tells her in her head. All that love you’ve given away to other people, you forgot to leave some for yourself.

          Pansy doesn’t exactly smile, but her lips quirk up a little bit, and her expression turns from introspective to resigned. “I don’t know how to love by halves, Harry.” It isn’t in her nature, venomous and vindictive as it is. “My parents, Draco -- I spent so much of my time trying to become who they wanted me to be, who they needed me to be. With not much to show for it, as you can probably tell.” It hurts, she thinks, to give so much of yourself only to receive so little in return. But that’s how it has always been for Pansy, and part of her suspects that’s how it will always be. “I’m tired,” she confesses, a small sad smile blooming solemnly on her face. “Aren’t you tired? Loving, living -- it’s all so exhausting. Do you ever feel like your heart is so heavy?” 

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[ Thestrals || Closed ]

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Thestrals. Bloody thestrals. Of all the things that oaf Hagrid might have sprung on them on his first day back! Theo would rather have seen him walk out of the forest with a manticore.

And she’d had to raise her hand. She’d had to reveal to half of her entire year that she could see the wretched things. She’d already had three people ask her whom she’d seen die, and had had to listen to Draco -- Draco, who knew what had happened to Theo’s mother -- mock Harry Potter because he, too, could see them.

She’d had enough for the day, and after lunch she had gone outside, seeking shelter in a quiet stand of trees near the lake shore. She was sitting on the ground, hidden by the underbrush, absently shredding a blade of grass with her fingernails when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

It was Harry.

As a Slytherin, Theo was expected to hate all Gryffindors on principle. But that was a stupid expectation, and besides, she’d spoken to Harry before. Last year, when Draco had been being such an absolute prat with his POTTER STINKS badges, Theo had waited until she and Harry were alone in the corridor and quietly wished him luck -- more to spite Draco than for any other reason.

But after that, they’d exchanged a few friendly words, though always where no one else could hear, and Theo had found that Harry wasn’t the attention-seeking egotist the Daily Prophet said he was. And maybe he was opposing the Dark Lord, and maybe she never should have started talking to him in the first place, but...well, Theo wasn’t so certain that the Dark Lord had it right, despite what her father had always told her.

“Oh,” she said, looking up at him. “It’s you.”