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"Aris," he says. My name a deep whisper against my bones. "You are irritating. And reckless. And an idiot."
"Thank you-"
"But you are not insignificant."
"You're nicer when you're dying," I whisper. "You should do it more often."
And that is the first moment I find Harlan Raker smile.

😭😩 UGH FINALLY

He's like a blade. I know if I'll touch him I'll bleed. But I want to anyway.

UGH 😭

With a rush of curiosity, I push the fabric back, and there he is.
And the world isn't fair, not at all.
Because Harlan Raker is a monster, but he doesn't look like one.
He is painfully beautiful.

😭😭

"I know it's selfish. Our side is dying. People are suffering. But- but ever since that night, there's been a hole inside me. It's grown, devouring everything. Every shred of empathy or kindness, it's withering. I know it's wrong, but I would trade every single person in this world for them. Without flinching."

I care sm about Aris 🥺

“Is this…a Skylark?”
“No,” he finally says.
Oh. I feel a rush of disappointment, for some reason.
“This is a Godsword.”

😳 SHOOK

He turns, fast as lightning. “You want a lesson Aris? Don’t run into fucking deadly mists. Don’t approach deadly creatures. Don’t look in wonder at something that will rip your throat out. Don’t say that this world that will kill you in a thousand different ways is beautiful.”

While he is being a fucking ass I can’t ignore that underneath he just sounds protective and caring..

My girl Aris keeps escaping death like it's a full-time job lol it's getting kind of ridiculous

It was a skill I taught myself before coming to the Centennial.

Centennial? As in the competition from Lightlark? Did no editor read this? It’s the culling in here right? Confused.

Im flying through this like im obsessed

Because I'm not going to Starside to get magic, or to kneel before our beloved gods.
I'm going to kill them.

YES YES I have sooo high hopes for this pls don't let me down 😩

Her entire arm was covered in bruises. Every color and stage of healing from nearly black to the faintest yellow, they overlapped one another, new atop old, but the pattern was clear. Four fingers and a thumb in each set. A man's hand. A man's hand that had seized, hurt, held, restrained. Neville let go, drawing back in horror. "Who…? What…?"

I feel sick poor Lavender :(

"He can." Ginny nodded firmly. "It's not just a rumor. The Prophecy about Harry was about both of them. You-Know-Who selected Harry, and there's a bunch of other complicated stuff that he said he didn't have time to explain because of that, so he is the Chosen One, and it is his task…but it is possible if Neville had to."

Doesnt this go against the lore? I mean Neville isn't a horcrux so...

Yet it was Malfoy’s final words, not the token of his kidnapped Lieutenant that made his blood run cold as his hand began to tremble.
He knew about the room.

CHILLS

"They didn't do it."
"And do you know," he sneered, "who did?"
Neville took a deep breath. "Take me. Punish me instead."

Im a sucker for such deep friendships 🥺

Setting her down, he felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked at
her, just looked at her, drinking her in as though the reality of her being there could drown the memory of her torture.

MEN WHO YEARN

"We still die, but we die on our terms, and we die accomplishing something, not just picked off one by one in back alleys with our deaths glossed over and ignored."

My heart bleeds for them they're just children

Took me a while to find this fanfic online, but I just can't seem to leave the Wizarding World and let go 😭

‘You dare –’
‘Yes, I dare,’ said Harry, ‘I know things you don’t know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don’t. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake?’

YES YES

‘Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?’
‘For him?’ shouted Snape. ‘Expecto patronum!’
From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: she landed on the
oŃce łoor, bounded once across the oŃce and soared out of the
window. Dumbledore watched her ły away, and as her silvery
glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of
tears.
‘After all this time?’
‘Always,’ said Snape.

Emotional damage tbh

And then a silver hare, a boar and a fox soared past Harry, Ron
and Hermione’s heads: the Dementors fell back before the
creatures’ approach.
‘That’s right,’ said Luna encouragingly, as if they were back in
the Room of Requirement.
‘That’s right, Harry … come on, think of something happy..'
‘Something happy?’ he said, his voice cracked.
‘We’re all still here, we’re still fighting. Come on, now’
😭

‘Come on, Harry!’ said Hermione’s voice, from a very long way
away, ‘Patronuses, Harry, come on!’
He raised his wand, but a dull hopelessness was spreading
through him: Fred was gone, and Hagrid was surely dying or
already dead; how many more lay dead that he did not yet know
about; he felt as though his soul had already half left his body …
‘HARRY, COME ON!’ screamed Hermione.

just sobbing 🥺

After a long pause, he said, ‘How can you be sure,
Potter, that my brother wasn’t more interested in the greater good
than in you? How can you be sure you aren’t dispensable, just like
my little sister?’
A shard of ice seemed to pierce Harry’s heart.

Dumbledore when I catch you

‘He loved you,’ Hermione whispered. ‘I know he loved you.’
Harry dropped his arms.
‘I don’t know who he loved, Hermione, but it was never me.
This isn’t love, the mess he’s left me in. He shared a damn sight
more of what he was really thinking with Gellert Grindelwald
than he ever shared with me.’

😞

‘Look what he asked from me, Hermione! Risk your life, Harry!
And again! And again! And don’t expect me to explain everything,
just trust me blindly, trust that I know what I’m doing, trust me
even though I don’t trust you! Never the whole truth! Never!’
His voice cracked with the strain, and they stood looking at
each other in the whiteness and the emptiness.

Oh harry :(

‘The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.’

Oh god I can't imagine how terrifying that must've been

Lupin was wearing an odd expression as he looked at Harry: it
was close to pitying.
‘You think I’m a fool?’ demanded Harry.
‘No, I think you’re like James,’ said Lupin, ‘who would have
regarded it as the height of dishonour to mistrust his friends.'

🥺😖

SNAPE WAS THERE?! WHEN I CATCH YOU

Hedwig.. 🥺😞 This must be one of the most depressing beginnings I’ve ever read to a book. The stakes are so high which I normally love but now I just want to throw up I feel scared for so many of my favourite characters.

It’s the final countdown 🥺

I feel sick