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Flyting, Fighting, Inciting, Uniting - InsanelyYours96 - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
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“No control, no sanity; it seems rather tragic,
That the Dark Lord is weak, even in magic.”

Voldemort let out a roar of rage.

I might have gone too far, Harry considers under the sudden onslaught of spells.

tomarry / explicit / creator chose not to use archive warnings / 14.4k words, complete

MoD harry, flyting, verbal sparring, poetry, rhyming, sassy harry potter, sane voldemort

my fave lines lmfao:

  • “Such a clever mouth,” Voldemort compliments—or threatens, perhaps? “I should take it as my own.” and harry is like NOPE
  • i would paste that one paragraph in here but it's in the third chapter akjsdjkhasf “‘You are the trembling of time, which passes between the vertical light and the darkening sky.’" (u bet i was yelling)
  • “I might have been made for that,” Harry tells him, very deliberately not looking at the hapless puppets, “but this,” a kiss. “Is why I choose to keep living.”
  • Voldemort blinks at him for a moment, and then smiles like the rising sun.

this was incredible to read i LOVE THEM SO MUCH

more nynn deathly hallows AU (Harry at the DE meeting at the beginning of DH cus why not)

Harry clenched her eyes shut, trying not to feel, not to let her emotions overflow into the soul bond, double-checking the doors, ascertaining they remained shut.

She could hear Malfoy scrambling up from where he’d fallen off his chair, could feel the caressing touch of Voldemort’s fingertips and nails along the surface of her right knuckle; he was checking she remained there, in the flesh, sitting beside him.

That she did not up and vanish. Harry had promised not to, but it was a challenge to keep her word.

Nagini’s body was now full of a human body, and Harry felt she was about to be sick. No wonder the serpent was so big. Voldemort fed her a diet consisting of large prey. 

Harry could hear many people rise from the chairs, but she knew to stay, because Voldemort did not rise, thoughtful, the fingers of his left hand continuing to caress Harry’s hand absentmindedly. 

She could hear most of the group walk back to the stairs, that would lead them out of the manor. Harry was itching to leave, too; this manor felt suffocating and too dark for her liking.

Harry wasn’t really listening to any of the Death Eaters’ goodbyes. It was taking all her focus not to sob and cry, not to show a hint of anything, not even a trembling chin. It took a lot of effort. Somehow, Harry managed it.

Harry ignored Malfoy’s pitying look when he passed by her lest she pulled her wand out and knocked him back to the ground again.

When all the footsteps faded, the long table empty, the Malfoys scarce, there was only a bloated Nagini on the dining table, Harry and Voldemort.

Nagini opened her maw, yawning widely. 

Voldemort stood, grabbing Harry by the hand and helping her stand. Harry wrapped her arm around his elbow. More not to fall off her numb legs than to let him be a gentleman.

Nagini spread over the table; it was clear she intended to stay there for a while. Nobody would dare approach her, Harry knew.  

Without warning, they Disapparated.

They reappeared in the sitting room. Harry instantly let go of Voldemort’s arm.

The red eyes watched her. 

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “You haven’t eaten dinner.”

Harry felt like chuckling. He just took her to a meeting of pureblooded maniacs, and he was worrying about her not eating dinner?

It was a wonder Harry still had her lunch stored in her stomach.

“No,” said Harry quietly. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek quickly — his skin was soft under her lips, and she felt him still under the touch — and then hurried to the doors of her room. “Good night.”

harrymort female harry potter nynn deathly hallows au
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TERRIBLE, BUT GREAT - CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

SUMMARY:

“Harry Potter.” The cold burrowed into his flesh, the scent of cloying death and molding earth clogged his senses.

“The Boy Who Lived.”

A strange sense of loss and disappointment rose within him. That brilliant, yet cruel boy could’ve been so much more if he’d not stepped down this bloodied path.

Terrible, but great. He pitied this creature.

“Come to die.”

Harry Potter faced the flash of green light with the bravery of a Gryffindor and the broken heart of a Hufflepuff.

—

When Death gives Harry a third option, one that can save everyone he ever cared about, he takes it unflinchingly. Even when that means doing the impossible: falling in love with the enemy, Tom Riddle.

—

TWENTY-TWO EXCERPT:

“It’s not a sign of weakness, Tom.”

“It is—”

“It’s a sign of strength to admit you’ve done something wrong. Come on, I’m not weak, right? You’re not weak. That’s ridiculous. By apologizing to them, they’ll trust you even more. If you never admit that sometimes you get shit wrong, then what’re they supposed to do? How can they trust you when it really counts?”

“It’ll create further distrust in my abilities—”

“That’s not true at all,” said Harry, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation. “And, besides, what do you want? Loyalty? Or just minions?”

Loyalty?

“How dare you,” whispered Tom. “My knights are loyal.”

“Are you sure?”

Something pricked against Tom’s chest and his gaze fell to the floor. The spell he wove at the start of every meeting informed him of the emotional state of each person. It gave insight into whether or not they were lying as well. It was a powerful magical ritual, one that always impressed his knights. It only worked on a willing person - one who kneeled. The feeling that everyone had in his meetings, was this not loyalty?

“Tom.”

He looked up. His eyes widened. Harry stood in front of him, staring down at him with a powerful gaze.

“If you have to think about it, that’s not loyalty.”

“You don’t know them,” whispered Tom. “You’ve only been here for two months. How could you know anything about their loyalty?”

Pity. Those piercing eyes filled with pity. Tom’s lip curled, anger and fury rising in his chest, burning anew.

“Oh, Tom, you—”

Something snapped inside. Tom’s hand whipped out, grabbing Harry by the wrist, and jerked him forward. A soft gasp echoed in his ears.

The bed bounced.

Tom loomed over Harry, hands slammed beside his ears. Dark hair splayed against a moss green comforter. Glasses lay near Harry’s shoulder, leaving his eyes bare and vivid. They widened; lips parted and cheeks flushed darker.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

An Adam’s apple beneath tanned skin bobbed.

“Like what?” whispered Harry.

“With pity.”

But the pity returned to the light in those eyes. Harry made no movement to fight him or to escape.

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