Oh. I just realized the black sisters story actually mirrors the peverell brothers story. The eldest choose to chase after power and their arrogancy became their undoing. The second sibling, choose to follow their love, but at the end lost them horribly. The youngest hide-
Harry grew out his hair long past his shoulder years after the war was over and wore Sirius’s leather jacket every time he went out. That day, as he open the door, a soft sound could be heard from a portrait. “Don’t be late for dinner..” Harry step falter.
Protego diabolica, that was the spell that encircled them. Hence the blue flame. Draco was the one who casted it. So, Harry not being burned actually showed his loyalty to Draco. He didn’t know it was Draco before the mask broke.
Au where Harry got sent to the future and lands on Hogwarts. A first year student ask him for his name. When they hear it's Potter, they ask again whether he's related to professor Potter. Harry then is guided to "his" Office or so he thinks. And instead he found Malfoy.
How can you fall in love with someone by watching them loving someone else ?
Harry said to himself as his gaze wandered towards Draco who dances happily with Astoria, grinning like a fool.
He didn't know Draco could smile like that.
Listen, then that actually mean Draco finished the crucio incantation. But it didn’t work, so he cast it again and again. Unaware of the destruction behind him. While Harry is just standing there realizing what he could’ve done. As he step closer-
sectumsempra scene except draco manages to dodge in time and harry's spell destroys one of the bathroom sinks instead. they're both panting, shocked at the level of destruction and draco quietly asks "you were going to use that on me?"
Imagine if draco's animagus form is a ferret. And he's just so upset about it. Ron just had to remind him that ferrets are part of the weasel family. He taps both of draco shoulder, knighting him, welcoming him to the family.
Harry had to coaxed him to leave his room after.
Harry, I draw him with a stag brooch. A stag in this symbolizes regeneration or rebirth. As symbol of protector and mostly associated closely to life. Highlighting his role as a hero in the story.
(Also doesn’t he looks very nice, I really like the brooch :D)
Two sides of the same coin frames
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This is basically Voldemort wins au, It’s not based on fic. So, I tried to “explain” the plot in my head. Which I never write, hence I draw it. Feel free to have your own interpretation. This doesn’t have to be the actual plot for this.
Two souls as one frames & thoughts I had when I make it
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There’re three deathly hallows, the elder wand, the resurrection stone and the invisibility cloak. And they, who had them all, is basically the “master of death”. In this case, it was Harry.
I have a funny scenario in my head, that the first wound/scar your soulmate gives you, it becomes a permanent mark.
So Harry will always had that awkward little crook on his nose.
While Draco is left with Sectumsempra scars that never faded.
You know the fic where Draco get cursed to get Harry fall in love with him or he dies, the way he just gave up after one attempt ahaha, and then he wrote a bucket list. his top three list was
1. Spend time with mother
2. Spend time with Slytherins
3. Fall in love
I’m devastated
You know in “ship of theseus”, where Harry lost his memory of Draco and refuse to believe he loved Draco even though he watched Draco’s memories, Memories of them together. It was because it was shown from Draco’s side, where he himself didn’t believe Harry loved him.
I’m like 5 frames left-
But I just bought the new hunger games book and I’m already halfway through this book. I can’t stop reading ahaha.
Tomorrow I’ll resume drawing.
“Can we?” he whispers, his words breaths on Harry’s lips. His gaze jump between Harry’s mouth and his eyes. “This time? Can we?”
Based on “us, in lieu” by tepre
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“How can you forgive me?” Draco asked
“It’s not easy, but then I remember the screams we always hear at night, one of them was always yours” luna gently linked his hand with hers.
“We both were trapped in that house and now we’re free, we’re alive and that’s enough” she smiled
You know, it got me thinking at night. If the Weasleys couldn’t accept Draco and Harry had to choose between them, before Harry even get to decide, draco will be the one to leave first.
The black’s family madness manifested in different form. Each differs greatly from each other.
Bellatrix’s madness took forms of little spiders that crawls all over her body. Their little voices stacked on top of each other replicating all her thoughts.
Ignorance is bliss
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When the letter arrived, Sirius didn’t even bother to read it, he recognized his mother’s cursive writing and cast incendio calmly. James watched as it happened. “Are you sure you don’t need to read it?” He asked. “No, it must be same old pure blood shit”
in au where draco died first, not long after the war was over, cause someone wanted the death eaters to pay for their sins, and he was the only one who was acquitted. he left behind a will. After the funeral, Narcissa approached Harry and give him a single wooden box. (1/3)
RoA frames
"These fields," he repeats slowly reaching out and brushing a hand over the tall canola flowers. Harry stares intensely across the field. As though, if he looks hard enough, he might see the ghost of a young Draco racing between the canola plants.
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I’m just amazed that Harry managed to do the spell in one try without prior practice. Like if Sectumsempra is considered as dark magic. Not to mention him being able to cast crucio and imperio in first try too. It showcase his talent in dark magic.
Listen, then that actually mean Draco finished the crucio incantation. But it didn’t work, so he cast it again and again. Unaware of the destruction behind him. While Harry is just standing there realizing what he could’ve done. As he step closer-
It was Harry who cast it, because he trusted Draco to casted it too, he loves Draco that much.
But Draco couldn’t cast it, no matter how hard he intended it, because he loves Harry that much.
Funny they knew they were loved by the other only at the end.
“I told kreacher to stick my portrait with permanent sticking charm , the way he would stick his posters on his bedroom wall” the portrait laughed.
“Just in case he come back home. I wanted to see a glimpse of him again” she paused
“But I didn’t even recognize him in the end”
"Scared, potter? " Felt different, when Instead of harry answering with the usual "you wish", he just stared at draco for a while, before softly answered "yes". With their wands pointing at each other neck. And draco would laugh and said "me too".
This is completely unrelated. But you actually reminded me to make that one angst drarry animatic involving this one single phrase. Idk, what to say except thank you :D.
Have you ever read a fic where Astoria and Harry fight over Draco’s affection. Like
“If you don’t want him, give him to me”
“He’s not mine?”
And throw in oblivious Draco and two dumbasses who started a rivalry and try really hard to get Draco attention.
“I could’ve killed you, oh god, I could’ve killed you”
When they see eye to eye, Draco could see his own fear reflected in Harry’s eyes. “I- it doesn’t work. It should’ve work”.
“I should’ve mean it”
“I shouldn’t have mean it”
They said at the same time.
Until one day, the portrait called him “Sirius”, Harry’s not surprised so he finally answered. “I’m not.. him”.
The portrait stared at him. “James, that’s right, you must be the boy he always talk about”. Again the word died at his lips. “Tell him to come home, it’s cold”
He look back and saw walburga stares at him. But something was different, it’s as if she was finally ‘awake’.
“Kreacher made your favorite..”, Harry thought to answer but the words died at his lips and he just nod.
Good Sunday morning :D. I reread this today. It’s a beautiful story with beautiful art. I’ve read most of the artist comic and all of them is perfect :). The artist always had ways to tug on your heartstrings, with well thought plot and characterization.
When he went home, he found the portrait shouting at him again. ‘Must be a fluke’, Harry thought.
But then it happened again. And again. It was random but most of the time it was a reminder , ‘don’t be late’, ‘clean your room’ ‘brush your hair’ ‘dinner is on the table’.
“He’s dead mrs. black” Harry left and locked the front door.
The next day, he found the portrait awake
“You’re not him” she stated
“No” .
“where are my sons?” She asked.
“Dead, both of them”
At night she asked again
“There was a man here who lived before you, was it him?”
The Lies
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The day andromeda finally meets her nephew, it was during her sister funeral. He stood at the back, hair fallen covering most of his face, as the casket being lowered down to the ground. He looks nothing like her, she thought.