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Harry wasn't sure what to make of the lies Malfoy said about him in candid interviews. What's a guy to do when his enemy outs them for sex they didn't have?
Get even of course.
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Bellatrix's torture of Hermione uncovers a long-kept secret. The young witch learns her true origins in a story that shows the beginning and end of the Wizarding wars as Hermione learns about her biological father and the blood magic he dabbled in that will control her future.
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Try Not to Breathe by Blaaake
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling
14 Apr 2026
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On the lingering consequences of staggering up staircases to drunkenly complain to a fellow (though long dead) homosexual about schoolboy crushes that don’t die even after thirty fucking years.
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This war had changed her.
And it hadn’t made itself known until she’d seen Harry and Ron on the ground - their eyes glassy and their skin grey - not until her best friends were dead before her own eyes, only then did she realise that she would do anything, go to any length, to end this fucking war. She would be ruthless. She would pry weapons and advantages from cold, dead hands if the occasion called for it. She’d feel the guilt later, when she had time and safety on her side to let it consume her. For now, she’d only do what was necessary to survive. And fucking win.
Hermione Granger is desperate to fix the mess created at the Battle of Hogwarts. Theodore Nott may have the solution.
Time Travel AU / Hermione x Theo
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Regulus Black decides to die, but he can't do it alone.
He hadn’t bothered trying to insist she stay behind or trying to trick her with hidden portkeys or eleventh-hour house-elf rescues. Been there, done that, she’d grumbled, shaking her head. She wouldn’t risk Kreacher’s life–or any elf’s–for her own. Not that it mattered. They were soul-bound. Fated across time, two halves of a whole. There would be no separating them in life or, it seemed, in death.
When one of them died, the other would not be far behind. There was no escape for them, no path but the one they walked together.