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for those who dream of stranger worlds by percyannabeth
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types
25 Aug 2025
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not all those who wander are lost - and ithildin wanders, and wanders, until her feet can take no more, and wanders yet. for the world is bursting with life, colour, and beauty, and sometimes she feels as if she will never satisfy her sight.
— or, a third age story, ft balrogs, dragons, men, dwarves, risings and falls, elves of old and elves of new, quests, ghosts of the first age, and centuries of love in the most unexpected of places
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In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone.
Their best isn't perfect.
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“Are you trying to get killed, Potter?” Malfoy drawls, stalking forward. Quick as a serpent himself, he reaches out and grabs the snake just below the head. It thrashes in his grip, but is no longer able to bite anyone. “This is a poisonous snake, and I doubt anyone brought a bezoar with them.”
Harry glares. He opens his mouth, and feels the beginning the snake’s language pass his lips, and this isn’t what he wants, what’s the point of insulting Malfoy if he can’t understand him –
Malfoy’s eyes widen. He slaps his hand over Harry’s mouth, “Potter, what the hell–”
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03 Jun 2026
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Narcissa breaks character instantly, throwing herself forward and pulling him to her chest. “I was so worried,” she says, voice trembling as she holds him tight enough that it’s a little painful, but he’s not going to tell her that. “When Snape called – and they told us you were gone, that you – that your skeleton–” She starts crying for real then, and leans back to press kisses all over his face.
“Mum!” he laughs, making half hearted attempts to stop her kissing frenzy. “I’m fine! Everything’s fine, you don’t have to be upset. I’m okay.”
“I would have torn that castle down to the foundations,” she says fiercely, “I would have flayed Dumbledore alive, inch by inch, and relished in his screams.”
“I know,” he says, beaming, and he knows threats of violence aren’t how most mothers show their affection, but Narcissa isn’t most mothers. She’s his, and she’s the best. “I love you too, Mum.”
He manages it for a handful of seconds before he whites out, and when he comes to it’s to his dad clutching his arms in a death grip to keep him upright. His eyes are wide to the point of looking crazed, and Draco’s suddenly so tired that he just wants to fall into his father’s chest like when he was a kid. Lucius slowly lowers him back onto the bed, and he can tell by the way he briefly cups the side of his face opposite to everyone else how scared he really is
“I’m very popular,” Draco informs them, and everyone rolls their eyes at once. “I let them hang around me in public, I have the appearance of two intimidating bodyguards, and they get to report back to their fathers that they’re following instructions. Everyone wins.”
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Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness. Pairings: HP/DM (Slash) Timeframe: 1994-2002 Goblet to 4 yrs post-DH EWE Rating T for language, high angst, content.
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02 Jun 2026
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Not for the first time Draco realized that whatever drove Potter to stand up for what was right was just part of who he was. The git fidgeted, stammered and stumbled through classes and life. But when it came to deciding what to do in a tough situation he didn't hesitate to choose the right path. Where did he learn that?
"And what? Walk away from my family, my heritage? For better or worse, I am a Malfoy." Draco snapped angrily, standing up. His blond hair shining white in the afternoon sun.
"Harry Potter escaped that same night with the other prisoners. Did you assist in this escape?"
"Yes. I released the wards that prevented disapparation out of Malfoy Manor."
Harry felt his jaw drop open and he turned to Hermione to Ron. "Did you know about that?" he whispered. They both shook their heads.
"NO! YOU CAN'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT." Malfoy screamed from the chair where he sat, the chair automatically restrained him as it felt him rising out of it, thin ropes wrapping around his forearms. Malfoy struggled against the restraint. "HARRY, DON'T LET HIM DO IT-"
Ron and Hermione were talking and waiting in the kitchen three hours later when they heard a loud thump, followed by the sound of Walburga Black's portrait wailing. There was another loud thump and another. Ron and Hermione looked at each other and ran for the front hallway. They skidded to a stop when they saw Harry heaving a sledgehammer at the portrait. The shrill screams of the portrait were cut off by the heavy impact of the hammer against it. Harry pulled back and heaved again. Huge holes covered the portrait, Mrs. Black was feebly covering her face, but Harry didn't relent. Again, he pounded the weight against the portrait.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other and shrugged and sat down on the stairs to watch. When the portrait and its frame were nothing more than splinters on the floor he started on the wall. When his shirt got in his way he ripped it off and kept going. Finally he stopped, his chest heaving from the exertion. He looked around in a daze as if he wasn't sure where he was and dropped the sledgehammer. It fell with a dull thud on the floor. Slowly sinking to his knees amidst the debris, he started sobbing. In a flash, Hermione was there, wrapping her arms around him.
"I don't understand, I just don't understand." He sobbed into her shoulder. "What did I do to deserve all of this."
"Nothing, nothing, Harry." Hermione was in tears herself, "You didn't do anything wrong. I promise, it wasn't anything you did. Things just happen to you, I don't know why but they do..." She stroked his head gently and looked helplessly over Harry's shoulder at Ron who was hoovering nervously nearby.
And then in May when he found out that Dumbledore had known all along that Harry would have to die in order to defeat Voldemort. Harry just accepted it. He's never had a chance to really think about that, wonder how Dumbledore could ask that of him. Simply expect him to stand in front of Voldemort and let him strike him down. And yet he did it, because he trusted Dumbledore and believed that if Dumbledore thought that that was the only way then he had to do it.
— second half of this is the real gold. a beautiful romione supporting harry through the post war blues
"I'll shrink it down as soon as we get to the apparition point." Harry said with a grin. What he held made him happier than all the furniture the he had just ordered.
"You are a lovely man, Harry." Fleur said affectionately. "You were fierce and adorable at fourteen and now you are magnificent. Bon. We are done."
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like a scratch on the roof of your mouth by eleadore
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
05 Aug 2024
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Two weeks into the new year, Draco Malfoy saves Ron's life in a spectacular fashion.
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01 Jun 2026
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When Draco Malfoy is sent numerous threats warning of what exactly will happen to him if he returns to Hogwarts, he is assigned a young, handsome Auror as his bodyguard.
Harry hates him. He hates how close he stands to Malfoy, how highly he thinks of himself, how he insists on holding Malfoy’s shoulder every time they walk into a room.
Really, Harry thinks. He’s the one who defeated the evilest of the evil. He could do a far better job of protecting him than a self-absorbed, shiny-haired prick like that.
And you know what? He just might.
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01 Jun 2026
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v hot omg
Harry gives Hermione a half-smile, and asks her, “Why would he?”
The expression that befalls her face appears slightly heartbroken, at his words. She squeezes his hand tightly, leaning forward to emphasise her answering words.
“Because you’re a good man, Harry,” she tells him firmly, kindly.
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Both orphaned in 1981, Draco and Harry grow up together at Woldvale Orphanage. Despite the unequal treatment they receive, they quickly become inseparable—a first love threatened when Draco is taken away.
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As children, Draco and Harry made a promise that would shape the rest of their lives—to stay together forever.
“Feels like our boldest truth or dare, don’t you think?” Harry suddenly said after they got closer to the forest, hand in hand.
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31 May 2026
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She loved the way his nose was slightly upturned, just like hers, or the way the corners of his lips ended in a thin, curved line, just like hers.
She moved her hand to his face, slowly enough not to wake him, and caressed his cheek with her thumb. He was small—too light, too thin—in her eyes. She had always hoped that her son would be a chubby baby, to be able to tell just by looking at him that his life would be easy.
For a while, Draco simply watches him, careful not to move, not to breathe too loudly, not to speak—anything that might wake him. He takes in every little detail of Harry that he can make out in the dimness of the room. The way his nose has grown longer and thinner with age, his eyebrows thicker, his cheeks more hollow, his hair longer, curls more defined, falling across his forehead. He is beautiful in every way. A beauty shaped by daintiness, fragile purity, deserving to be protected with tender care.
“I’m relieved you found good friends.”
For a moment, Harry seems to be searching for a response, for the right words to offer, though it should be simple—something like Yes, they’re great. But Draco can tell it’s not so simple.
“I’ve been lucky,” Harry says at last. “I don’t think it’s been easy to be friends with me.”
And then he falls silent again, as if such a statement were perfectly normal, a casual response to what had only been meant as a compliment.
“Why would you say that?” Draco asks.
There’s no one easier to love than Harry.
“Because it’s true.” Harry rubs his arm, the movement almost mechanical. “They’ve been great friends, yes, but I wasn’t—I’m not. I was just a mess—a complete, empty mess. And they’ve been incredibly patient with me, so understanding for someone they don’t even really know.”
There’s an elegance to Harry—his abundant grey curls tumbling over his forehead, enviable enough to stir jealousy in both elders and the young alike; his long, slender limbs; and that ever-twinkling green gaze. He has the kind of beauty that never fades, that captivates, and that you want to keep looking at, not merely out of envy but because it is innately human to enjoy beauty.