When Harry gets attacked by the Dementor on the train, he faints. At that exact same moment, a thousand miles away, Draco Malfoy collapses inside his dormitory. When Draco wakes, he finds himself in a strange space, staring at a strange boy looking back at him. He’s at Hogwarts and he’s looking at Harry Potter.
But how can that be possible?
Draco goes to Beauxbatons in France. He has never been to Hogwarts. This has to be some kind of cruel joke the universe is playing on him. Or maybe he’s simply lost his mind, because there is no possible way that Harry Potter is actually inside his head.
Right?
Or:
The one where Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have a mysterious connection and keep seeing each other, even though they’re miles apart and separated by an entire ocean.
Drarry Soulmate AU but Draco goes to Beauxbatons...
With his mind made up, Draco turned around, ready to walk out of his room—
But then, he froze.
On the other side of the room, there was a boy.
Draco rubbed his eyes, convinced they were playing tricks on him. But when he looked again, there he was: a black haired boy, lying in his bed, staring back at him. The boy seemed just as surprised to see Draco, as Draco was to see him, because he took off his round spectacles, blinked a few times before putting them back on his nose and frowning.
"Bonjour." Draco greeted, unsure what else to say.
"Erm, hello." the boy replied.
"Qui es-tu?" Draco asked when it became clear the boy wasn't going to say anything more.
"I'm Harry. Who are you?"
"Je m'appelle Draco."
"Draco?" the boy asked, letting the name roll over his tongue. "I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new?"
What a bizarre conversation, Draco thought. Everyone knew him around here because of his…unfortunate reputation.
"How about we start with a more pressing question, like what are you doing in my room?"
"Erm—" the boy stuttered, looking genuinely confused. "What do you mean? Did you hit your head or something?"
"What do I mean?" Draco asked, baffled. "What do you mean—why are you inside my bedroom?"
"I think you should sit down, Madame Pomfrey will be back soon." the boy sounded genuinely concerned now.
"What?"
"We're not in your room." The boy said, gesturing his hand around. "We're inside the Hogwarts Hospital Wing."
"Hogwarts? What are you on ab—"
Draco cut himself off, suddenly aware of his surroundings. Spinning on his heel, Draco let his eyes drift over the space he was standing in. He was certainly not inside his dormitory anymore.
It was dark in this space as well, partly because the sun had set outside the windows, but the dark stone walls and floor were sure to make it appear gloomy even during the day. Alongside two walls, about half a dozen hospital beds were lined up in neat, equal rows. In the far corner by the door, a cluttered desk and cabinets were overflowing with all sorts of bottles, beakers, herbs, and loose sheets of parchment.
"This is Hogwarts?" Draco whispered under his breath, mesmerized.
He turned to peak out the window, swallowing his disappointment when he couldn't see much in the moonless darkness outside.
"Erm, yes." the boy, who must have heard him anyway, answered awkwardly. "Why did you think we were inside your bedroom?"
"Because,"Draco rolled his eyes at the boy's tone before slowly turning to face him. "I was there just a minute ag—"
For the second time in the span of a few minutes, Draco caught himself off mid sentence.
When he'd turned around, the room in front of him had shifted again. This time, back into his dormitory at Beauxbatons.
"Woah!" the boy yelped as he leaped out of the bed. "How did you do that?"
"I—I don't think I did." Draco answered, looking around perplexed.
"Is this you bedroom? It's huge!"
"This is my dormitory, yes." Draco decided to ignore the boy's excited tone, still puzzled by what was going on.
"Dormitory? All by yourself?" the boy wandered around the room, reaching the window before Draco could even formulate a proper response.
"Wow…" his voice had shifted, now filled with wonder, as he peered out the window. "What school is this, where they have huge private dormitories with a view like this?"
Draco walked over to the window, standing next to the boy. He was a head shorter than Draco. Draco couldn't see him properly in the dark, but in such close proximity, he could make out tan skin and green eyes behind the round glasses. Draco followed his gaze to the courtyard, where hundreds of small magical torches surrounded the water fountain and lawn. It made for a pretty impressive sight, Draco had to admit, but it was one he'd seen over a hundred times over the years.
Seeing the boy's wonder was nice, though. In his first year at Beauxbatons, Draco used to sneak to the higher floors of the Palace when the sun went down just so he could peer down at this exact scene. He loved how the fire would reflect in the water, making the whole courtyard appear like it was engulfed in a sea of flames. Somewhere along the line, he'd started to take it for granted.
"This is Beauxbatons Academy for Magic in France." Draco answered.
"How can I be in France, when I was at Hogwarts just a minute ago?" the boy wondered, seemingly to himself.
remembered AOT no regrets exists and honestly erwin's political enemies must have been so fucking confused like imagine you go hire some unpleasant gang leader who listens to nobody to kill a man who is both blonde and an adult and then two weeks later he's his completely loyal assistant and will remain so for the rest of his life
after work pub chats in the interior must have come back around to levi like at least once a week for YEARS just trying to figure out what the hell happened
Erwin was IT - he blackmailed a noble, put his ass in jail, and stole the assassin he sent to make him his greatest weapon and also fuck him on the side. What a man.
Written description of the ‘Last Salute’ scene in S4.
Erwin stands tall, both feet firmly planted on the ground, his left fist clutched over his chest in the military salute. The wings of freedom on his back flutter, his cape moving by an invisible force. Hundreds, if not thousand of soldiers stand behind him, mirroring his pose with their right hand—the correct one—over their hearts, a mysterious fog swirling around them.
No one speaks, not a single sound escapes from the crowd of soldiers. They don't need to speak—that's not why they're here. They're not here for themselves. All of them are facing one single figure.
Right in front of them, his small frame is slouched against a bolder. A hand missing several fingers, clutched over his heart in salute. His scarred face is covered with bandages and his uniform completely different from the ones the soldiers are wearing, but Erwin recognizes him.
Erwin would recognize him anywhere: Levi. Humanity's Strongest, the title Erwin had burdened him with all those years ago.
And he truly is the strongest of them all. The last one of the old guard. Carrying with him not only the burden of their mission, but also their memories—giving meaning to their lives and sacrifices as long as he refuses to forget them. Levi's body visibly trembles from the weight of the burdens Erwin had so carelessly placed on his shoulders.
Erwin stands at the very front of the crowd, flanked by Hange and Mike on both sides. Somewhere behind them, the members of Levi's old squad salute their captain, as well as Levi's friends from the Underground. A single gray eye swoops over them all, before landing on Erwin, their gazes locking together.
Levi looks broken, both in body and spirit. It's a tragic sight. An unnatural sight that is just… wrong.
Yet Erwin doesn't feel melancholic, or devastated, or even uncomfortable. That's not why he's here. He's here for Levi. They're all here for Levi. To pay their respect and express their gratitude in the form of one last salute.
A complicated mix of emotions flashes in Levi's visible eye. Erwin however, knows Levi better than anyone—he knows the message has gotten through when Levi closes his eyes, fist still clenched over his heart.
