#animagus draco

Okay, let me set the scene for you. Here I am, awake on a Sunday morning because my poodle boy just could NOT wait for his breakfast past 6 AM. Why do I love this drama king so much, I will never understand. With my baby happily napping after he woke me up before dawn, obviously I cannot go back to sleep because that would be just too easy. Besides, those early morning hours when the rest of the house sleeps and no one wants anything from me are a bit too precious to lose then for sleeping if you know what I mean. Alas, reading time it is. 

On the night table, I have my pocketbook with 30-something downloaded fics right next to my old kindle with maybe 50 more so naturally what do I do? Unlock my phone and go to AO3 to find something new to read 😒 Why am I like this? My Marked for Later list would also like to know. 

My discord app has only about a hundred notifications so I swipe through the servers as one would through Tinder. Now that I think of it, I was indeed choosing the company for the next two very pleasurable hours so the Tinder analogy really isn't that far of xd

Literally the day before I’ve listened to “A Ferret’s Sensibility” by @smehur narrated by the one and only @cailynwrites and absolutely loved the cuddles with ferret!Draco. So obviously the moment I noticed there's a new fest fic with anumagus Draco I assumed it's destiny and on should not fight it.

And then the very first sentence of this fic had me go – oho, this is a good one: 

Draco’s post-war vocation finds him on a Thursday in November, seven and a half years after the Battle and two and a half weeks after he had a small and hardly noticeable breakdown at his father’s funeral. 

I love that it’s November in the fic too, like it is now. I love that we’re a few years after the Battle which would suggest our boys have grown a little (debatable, as it turns out, due to one Harry James "human disaster" Potter). And then the perfect trap for reader’s attention – WTH happened at the funeral???? Because I bet this breakdown was hardly „small and hardly noticeable”. Oh, oh and we’re getting Draco’s POV! What a treat <3 

So down the rabbit hole we go and as we fall further and further we’re passing by: 

Dennis Creevy smoking cigarettes at a cemetery and usually only taking transforming into his Basset Hound animagus form on the anniversary of the Battle. „I’d never turn back, he told Draco during the agency’s third year. If I let myself, I’d never turn back.”  

a tomb of one Thomas Sayers guarded by the statue of his goodest dog Lion (Im not crying youre crying and now I want one as well. I mean the statue of my sweetest poodle Duro who would NOT let me sleep in on Sundays but who also currently sleeps at my husband’s feet in a lion pose which apparently means he feels protective of his pack and I am NOT CRYING) 

this quote:

„As far as Draco is concerned, everything begins with Harry Potter on a  stool  at  Madam  Malkin’s  and  proceeds  from  that point forwards.”

And why would you write that MA? To make me cry even more on a Sunday morning? The sun wasn’t even up!!) 

Draco dealing with the horror of Voldemort living in his house by „taking up the project of becoming an unregistered Animagus”  so he can „spend even more time in that small, soft body, curled in the  crook  of  his  father’s  arm  to keep  him from going mad.” I am NOT. CRYING. 

Greg Goyle „showing up to Draco’s flat missing something—his jumper or his wand or the light in his eyes” (MISSING THE LIGHT IN HIS EYES. WHY WOULD YOU MA. WHY) 

pub on Diagon Alley called Sous-ify. I have so many questions MA. SO MANY. 

characters which I thought were OC but actually, they were part of the canon which, cheers to your research MA!! 

an elderly wix Mathilda living in Stratford-upon-Avon who has lost her son and thus requires emotional support 

to whom Draco usually gets assigned but NOT TODAY due to Harry’s note that happens to start from sorry, crossed out no less. Then there's a request for assistance if anyone’s free, IMMEDIATELY followed by no trouble if not. Which obviously means he’s on a cusp of a nervous breakdown. Enter Draco in his animagus form on Harry’s doorstep IN. A. WICKER. BASKET. 

Let me finish here so you can actually read it on your own without me summing up the whole thing :D 

TL;DR: How can one be so sad for a fictional character while so elated to read about their misfortunes will forever be a mistery to me.