Serpens Peverell-Black

bc the thing about harry is that he is so judgemental

he thinks he's better than every single one of the death eaters (he's right), and so he's basically immune to feeling shame around them in any context

Promise

these are the fics i most cherish, the stories that have inspired me, surprised me, the ones i still think about after countless hours doom-scrolling through the night. mostly harrymort / fast-burns / time-travel + alternate realities. 

if you’ve stumbled upon this list, i hope there’s something here that will bring you joy ♡

The thrillers  The ones that had me on the edge of my seat  

something precious by mosiva 

What he grows to be by asakiii

malediction by eleven_eaves

Heartbeat by Phantomato

He says 'Hate Me' by lordmarvoloriddle

Love's Loathing by The_Fictionist

Tender Reigns Our Night by noumena

These steep woods and lofty cliffs by Rimeme

Rapture by ErisDawn

The toe-curlers  The ones that made me weak in the knees 

Night Walker by Dangereuse

Twelve Weeks by ohyondermemphis

What Happens in Vegas by Divida

Prison Blues by exarite for RedHorse / Redemption by oops (hobbes1234)

That Dream Within A Dream by doshu 

tempor · al | ary by asterismal (asterisms)

The whimsy The ones that made me go naaw

Mary Magdalene by hanamichi, vash (hanamichi) 

don't blame the stork by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts

The dramedies  The ones that warmed my cold, dead heart 

The two hundred and twelfth loop by Bakuko, cyberslut404

Diagnosis: A Medical Dramedy by MaidenMotherCrone (orphan_account)

Hell is Your Son from Another Dimension by wynnebat

Too old to be this young by Nadia_Castillo

The classics  The ones that you’ve probably seen around, for good reason   

Sunspots by crowthing

Of Your Making by purplewitch156

Revolution of Configured Stars by ReminiscentBells

of various storms and saints by MaidenMotherCrone (terrorgold)

A Dangerous Game by Cybrid

Death of Today by Epic Solemnity (Dark_Cyan_Star)

Blood Crest by Cauchy

I need more Growing Up Together! AU .... especially where Harry is calling Tom as 'Tommy' ....

Tom Riddle: Does the evil dark thing.

Albus Dumbledore: Oh no, Tom Riddle has done an evil dark thing again.

Gellert Grindelwald: Have you tried punishing him for doing the thing?

Nicholas Flamel: Have you tried preventing him from doing the thing?

Albus Dumbledore: Actually, no. And I'm not intending to seriously consider doing something about Tom until Harry Potter starts school.

Grindelwald and Flamel: What?

— Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows

2. "Do Nothing! He's Mine To Finish! He's Mine!"

— Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire

3. "I Could Not Touch Him, It Was Old Magic, Something I Should Have Forseen. But, No Matter, No Matter. Things Have Changed. I Can Touch You Now!"

— Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire

4. "Come Out, Harry, Come Out And Play. Then It Will Be Quick. It Might Even Be Painless, I Would Not Know, I Have Never Died."

— Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix

5. "I Want You To Look At Me When I Kill You."

— Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire

6. "Master The Wand, And I Master Potter At Last."

— Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows

7. "Haven't I told you? Killing Mudbloods doesn't matter to me anymore. For many months now, my new target has been you."

— Harry Potter and the Chamber of secrets

8. "Still, the power of the diary began to scare her. And she tried to dispose of it in the girls' bathroom. And then, who should find it but you? The very person I was most anxious to meet."

— Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

9. "I knew I had to talk to you, meet you if I could. So I decided to show you my capture of that brainless oaf Hagrid to gain your trust."

— Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

10. "Harry Potter, I now speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you, rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor."

"Join me in the Forbidden Forrest... and confront your fate."

"If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me."

— Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Pt. 2

—

Teenagers and their shenanigans

Well, look at what I found...

Sometimes I really appreciate you people on this app, always keeping me occupied with new troupes, and for me to look into.

Made me cry.

I don't regret it.

To his death.

He had made peace with it. He welcomed it. He walked forward, looking straight at the man, the creature, the monster that would put an end to his already short life.

The moonlight shone across his pale features, the more snake skin parts of his exposed skin glittering iridescent.

His red eyes glowed as if all the magic the monster had in him were behind his eyes. They were alight with flames, and he was but a moth caught in its dance.

Harry followed the light, a beacon in the darkness, like a ship lost at sea finally seeing the beaming light of a lighthouse.

He would finally be able to rest.

He knew his death was talking-was speaking to him? His followers? Harry did not know. Did not register the words coming out of the thin, pale lips.

He walked forward still, arms swaying, calm at his sides, wand pocketed away.

The monster pointed his wand at him now, a slight look of confusion maybe on his face. His lips formed words Harry could not hear.

He walked forwards still.

He was so close to the monster now, just a few more feet, and he and his death would be but inches part.

One step.

One step more.

Another step still.

Harry stopped. A wand, a beautiful white wand. The brother of his own. The wand that produced such beautiful magic with his, was now digging into his chest. Harry looked up to the confused face of the monster.

He walked forward still.

With each careful step he pushed forward, he could feel the pressure lessen as the monster let him forward, closer and closer to him.

Why?

Why was his monster letting him get so close?

Was his death not afraid of his role in their prophecy?

He took his last step.

Harry and his monster were chest to chest now-just barely-his monster was so tall. He loomed over Harry, covered in the dark robes he favored. Harry raised his head to stare at his monster's face.

His hands lifted to his death's face, caressing the scales that found themselves decorating his monster's cheeks. His eyes took note of each and every one of them, buring it to memory, for the short while he had left.

Finally he looked up into his death's eyes. Stared into what could only be the most beautiful color to ever grace this world and the next.

Finally he spoke.