Sacred Space

i'm barely on chapter 20 but his life up to this point has pretty much consisted of:

"I just put the baby down for a nap!!"

threatening the school principal for trying to murder picking on violet

"DON'T WAKE THE BABY!!"

very short date nights once a week with sgaeyl where i'm sure too much time is wasted catching up on all the kids

keeping violet from breaking her neck with extreme gymnastics

- Dumbledore has literally no concept of actually child rearing and keeps feeding baby Harry lemon drops and other candy

- McGonagall scolds everyone for spoiling Harry too much even though it’s clear she dotes on him the most and will turn into a cat whenever he asks where McKitty is (he is not aware they are the same person and McGonagall will not tell him otherwise)

-Hagrid is good with Harry if you ignore the fact he tries to introduce him to every creature ever

-Snape slowly warming up to Harry because for some reason the baby stubbornly insists on being in his presence (the robes billow and Harry likes to num num on them) and cries when he leaves. Also come on, big baby green eyes.

-Sprout loves taking photos of Harry with her plants (baby in a flowerpot photo cough cough)

-Flitwick is best at making baby Harry laugh and is only second best at distracting him from a crying fit (first is Snape’s robes)

-Trewalney insisting that a baby clears the aura or some bullshit she made up because she wants to have time with baby Harry (Harry sneezes very cutely when she brings him up to her office the first time, he had been very surprised, Trewalney had been very charmed but afterwards aired out her classroom for the first time in months)

- there are competitions among the professors to produce the best christmas/birthday gift for Harry each year but everyone ends up fucking cheating by trying to attract Harry to their gift via super colorful exciting moving gift wrapping, or elaborate ribbons, or just jiggling the box in front of Harry. Snape won the first year they did this because he, and he quoted smugly, ‘Refuses to debase himself like some hooligan to please the Potter brat,’ it was only a week later did they realize Snape had doused his gift in a potion that made it smell like freshly baked bread, Harry’s favorite smell.

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Updated: 7/28/2018

When a white person threatens to call the police on a black person, there is ALWAYS the added threat of lethal violence befalling the black person. And many times, white people are fully aware of this fact. 

“Such a dangerous little thing,” he murmurs, tracing my mouth with a fingertip, and his eyes are dark and hazy. “Full of sharp tiny teeth and hunger and fury – and the most beautiful stories and songs anyone could ever hope to hear. If the oldwives spun tales of the Füchslein in the woods,” he muses, “it’s impossible to guess whether folk would be warned off or lured in.”

“Tell me about the Füchslein in the woods,” I whisper, and he lifts me up to sit on the counter, standing between my spread knees and weaving the fingers of one strong hand through my unbraided hair.

“The Füchslein is the rarest, loveliest, most dangerous creature in these woods,” he begins in a hush. “Part maiden, part vixen, part doe – nay, part fawn,” he amends tenderly, his fingers drifting down to caress my cheek. “Part songbird she is, part swan, part fairy queen – indeed, some say she is the moon herself,” he confides, “or perhaps her kit, shaped from motes of the moon’s own shimmering dust damped with fragrant dewdrops, harvested from the petals of apple blossoms. She is a slim and tiny thing, swift and graceful in her every movement,” he goes on, taking my waist between his big hands, “and deadly – oh, how deadly!” he exclaims, but softly, ardently, as though he’s describing a thing of sheer rapture. “Many-pronged stags and slavering wild hounds have yielded their lives upon the Füchslein’s silver dart, but this deadly beauty harvests only those whose flesh will sustain her kin and whose skins will warm them through the winter’s chill.”

“Who are her kin?” I prompt quietly. “Who is her mate?”

“She guards them jealously as a dragon’s treasure-hoard,” he replies. “Her mother – the moon, or so it is said: a silver-white lady, slender as a thumbnail – and one little sister, precious beyond measure. Frailer things they are, and in need of a fierce provider.”

“And who is her mate?” I press, almost inaudibly, and Peeta leans into me, nestling his face in the curve of my neck with a strange little sigh.

“She has none,” he says sadly. “None is worthy, neither swift nor clever enough to capture her heart.”

“Her heart could never be captured,” I correct him, scooting forward to twine my legs around his waist, and he takes the hint gladly, sliding his big warm hands up along my ribs to my back. “It could only be tamed, and by the very gentlest of hunters.”

“She has wings,” he muses, tracing my shoulder blades and evoking a shiver deep along my spine. “Did I mention that already?”