the chosen one

he  looked  up  ,  eyes  moving  up  as  he  scrunched  his  eyebrows  in  disbelief  .  "  yeah  .  "  he  drawled  out  .  "  it's  nothing  too  serious  .  just  a  simple  scar  on  my  forehead  ,  can't  seem  to  get  rid  of  the  thing  and  i've  tried  .  "

location: diagon alley , outside of madam malkin’s robe shop time: 2:33pm , sunday with: anyone

It  was  life  changing  .  it  was  an  epiphany  .  it  was  an  equivalent  to  greatness  .  it  was  hermione  granger  brewing  a  polyjuice  potion  in  second  year  level  brilliance  .  it  was  empowering  .  somehow  ,  he  now  believed  hagrid’s  place  was  the  place  to  be  right  now  .

harry  potter  was  eating  a  treacle  tart  .  

and  boy  was  he  truly  eating  it  .  huddled  just  by  madam  malkin’s  robe  shop  but  with  a  perfect  view  of  sugarplum’s  sweet  shop  .  his  eyes  rolled  back  behind  his  glasses  with  each  bite  ,  devouring  the  treat  with  a  certain  tenacity  .  it  was  looking  more  like  he  needed  a  private  moment  with  the  treat  .  his  cheeks  were  flushed  red  ,  sweat  beading  from  his  forehead  and  he  had  adorned  some  muggle  athletic  clothing  today  .  the  maroon  shirt  fit  snug  on  his  torso  and  a  pair  of  slightly  run  down  soccer  shorts  lined  with  gold  .

harry  potter  went  for  a  run  .

if  you  asked  harry  ,  he  was  still  in  the  midst  of  truly  understanding  himself  and  somehow  running  had  helped  in  the  recent  years  .  it  had  also  helped  him  career  wise  but  amongst  it  all  ,  it  helped  clear  his  thoughts  .  without  a  madman  in  his  head  ,  homework  to  think  about  or  this  so-called  prophecy  he  had  to  fulfill  it  really  left  him  with  so  much  time  to  spare  and  so  many  questions  unanswered  .  he  chose  to  connect  with  parts  of  his  muggle  life  that  he  missed  ,  the  technology  ,  the  pop  culture  and  the  activities  .  he  found  a  love  for  muggle  sports  ,  he  found  a  true  love  for  music  and  enjoyed  his  usual  runs  with  his  ipod  strapped  on  his  arm  and  earphones  shoved  in  his  ear  forgetting  the  world  around  him  .

click  !

harry  stopped  mid  last  bite  on  the  sweet  treat  as  his  eyes  widened  ,  craning  his  neck  towards  the  familiar  sound  .  fucking  journalists  .  he  smiled  sheepishly  ,  crumbs  pressed  on  his  lips  and  eyes  wide  as  he  scanned  for  any  reason  to  leave  .  

“  i  -  um  -  you  .  .  .  ”  he  stuttered  out  ,  if  only  someone  could  get  him  out  of  it  .

“ hmm... ” he drawled out , a finger tapping his chin . eyes glancing around with curiosity . “ get drunk with cho after the whole school thing , i don’t think i could do sober anything with her . share a flat with ginny . ” he chuckles . “ i could imagine the chaos it would be to live with ginny . probably get into a fist with malfoy . ” a flushed and heaving malfoy , interesting , he thought . his eyes widening comically and he gave a subtle wink . “ who wouldn’t want to punch malfoy but you didn’t hear that from me ? ”

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

he glanced around , “ don’t tell anyone but ,” he sighed . “ those strings they sell at honeydukes , they taste an awful lot like mint . what are they called again ? ” he pondered as his brows furrowed and his glasses slipped down his nose . he smiled brightly abruptly and his glasses halt on the tip of his nose , “ toothflossing stringmints ! ”

30. places that you find sacred?

hogwarts , he immediately thinks . “ you’ll have to give me some time to figure that one out . ”

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

he tilts his head to the side , eyes glittering with mischief . “  four ? who do i look like to have four gifted talents . though if you must , i definitely only have two . my inexplicably high eye prescription , simply can’t be matched and this-” he sticks out his tongue as he makes intricate shapes . “ yeah , that . ”

94. favorite season?

☹ : For a letter my muse doesn’t even the courage to send.

dear draco , to malfoy , to whom this may concern , draco ,

i’ve tried writing this about seven times already but i’m bad with my own emotions . you would have probably expected a howler , a piece de resistance of everything i hate about you and the things you’ve done . you’ve always sat in this little grey area of my mind ? you were not overtly good or overtly bad to me . annoying ? yes . blinding ? the hair in specific lights . though , those reason never seemed to allow you to cross a specific line . it made me ask myself what would of happened if i said yes to your hand in friendship . would you have been less of a cunt ? probably not . i feel like i’ve gone off topic . if you had asked me how i felt , at fourteen with a lack of a good haircut i would have said i hated you , i despised you and you were vile and evil . at twenty-six , not so much . we were both put on specific paths with many closed doors that we had no choice in walking our specified paths and unluckily our paths were on opposite ends . now that the doors are all finally opened , there isn’t a path but this big expanse of space . and i’m not quite sure how to deal with the aftermath because i don’t hate you , i don’t despise you , i don’t think you’re vile or evil . sometimes i feel we’re exactly the same and most of the times not so much .

feel lucky malfoy , the chosen one doesn’t hate you .

finally with a good haircut ,

⌈ threads. ⌋ ⌈ muse. ⌋

-(daniel padilla, cis male, 26) did you see that person over there? that’s HARRY POTTER. they’re a HALF-BLOOD and work as a AUROR at MINISTRY OF MAGIC. honestly, they’re SELF-SACRIFICING. i can tolerate them though as they can also be COURAGEOUS. they remind me of laughing at the climax of a horror movie and apologizing, hair so messy that even styling it doesn’t help. anyway, i heard they’re PART OF PATRONAGE watch your back around them

under the cut find a synopsis of harry and his connections