#still untilted

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Part 2 : https://sweetlialia.tumblr.com/post/177546191245/still-untitled-part-2

Part 3 : https://sweetlialia.tumblr.com/post/177581447000/still-untiltled-part-3

The golden snitch has been caught less than thirty minutes ago, and for the very first time since the 1st of September, the Eight Years common room was full. Students who used to describe themselves as Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin or Ravenclaw were now celebrating their first victory under the colours of their United House. Everyone was talking loudly, kissing fiercely and mimicking one or another action of the game. All of the players were praised, even Goyle -who was told he was talented when playing by the rules. For the first time, they seemed to remember they had far more in common than being survivor of the same war.

Even Draco Malfoy seemed to be one of them that night, as he danced with Seamus and Pansy under the flamboyant cheers of Dean and Anthony, cheeks red from stolen firewhisky.  It was their first night as a team, as a House, and none of them felt out of place for what seemed an eternity. Only two boys could be caught faking it. Two black haired boy, keeping an eye on the same blond one, couldn’t truly feel the overwarming feeling as anxiety was nesting in their belly. Something wasn’t right. And yet, everything turned out alright that night. Ron was found kissing the right girl -unlike at his first Quidditch game-, Deamus were soon nowhere to be seen, Pansy and the Parvati twins were ‘updating’ their uniform as Draco was absentmindedly breeding Daphne’s hair, lazily arguing with Neville about sombral -or maybe unicorn, Harry couldn’t be sure as what he could hear of their exchange didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t the most common night, but they were seventeen, drunk and happy and mostly, they didn’t know they could somehow get along. It was all new and no one wanted to stain that first page. At least, that what Harry thought until he caught a glimpse of Zabbini taking Goldstein by the collar, leading him silently outside of the room.

 “Don’t you ever dare to put a hand on him, am I making myself understood clearly enough?” Zabbini whispered.

“Or else what, are you gonna hex me? Hand me over one of your friends rotting in Azkaban?

-Try it and you’ll see.” The whispers had gone and the treat sends shivers down Harry’s spine.

“It’s common knowledge you guys had a fight. If he doesn’t want you anymore, I’m not going to wait until you move on.

-As if he could ever want you.” Disgust and pity, this guy was so predictable. “He’s wasted, not blind.

-No wonder why he drank that much.

-Meaning?

-Meaning?! He hasn’t talked to you, or looked at you since hours and I saw him smile more during this time-lapse than during the whole fucking day! He’s hot, it’s hard not to look at him, and it’s harder not to see how unhappy you make him. Do something great for once, and leave him alone. If you’re not going to make him happy, I’ll try my luck.”

Harry’s blood got him out of the shadow as he heard the thud noise of Anthony being flattened against the wall.

“Let him go.” His mouth ordered, his wand already out.

“Potter. Always noising in other’s business I see. Never thought of losing this bad habit?

-I said, let him go.

-Relax mate.” He smiled, as he turned around to face the other boy. “I’ve warned you.” He muttered between his clenched teeth. “And I’m not going to do it twice.”

 “What happened?” Harry enquired as Zabbini disappear behind the door.

“It’s okay mate, don’t worry. He caught me pawing his boyfriend, that’s all. Slytherin Ice Prince, my eye.” He winked before getting back to the party.

Part 1: https://sweetlialia.tumblr.com/post/177510217265/still-untitled

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Part 3 : https://sweetlialia.tumblr.com/post/177581447000/still-untiltled-part-3

Part 4 : https://sweetlialia.tumblr.com/post/177617174110/still-untilted-part-4

Could someone tell me how can i share the link of the other parts without them taking that much space? you know, when there’s just the words “part 2″ underline and you magically click on them and piou you are there, that would be really helpful :) 

“Can I join you?” Harry asked Pansy Parkinson as she was eating alone at their special table.

“Your lovebirds are still asleep too?” she assumed, gesturing him to sit.

“I guess. Ron never sleeps with his curtains closed unless he’s not alone so I didn’t really checked.

-I get that.” She said, turning her attention back to her breakfast.

“You seemed to get along pretty well with the Patil.” He tried, filling casually his plate.

“Are you chit chating with me, Potter?

-Would it be a problem?

-Nope.” She took a bite of her waffle, letting her eyebrow relax a little. “Just weird. We never talked.

-I thought that after yesterday night …

-Oh. You thought that because we had fun together once, we’re all going to be friends?

-Maybe not friends, but… Yes, I thought we could at least try to be… a little more… familiar?” he suggested, feeling his chest slightly constricts as memories of the girl standing in the Great Hall started flowing before his eyes.

“Are you trying to trick me? Is it some kind of prank?” she inquired, looking around them. Harry shook his head ‘no’. “Ok. Then yes, we could give it a try.” She half smiled before standing up and offering him her hand. “I’m Pansy, Pansy Parkinson. And I’m really sorry for trying to hand you over the Dark Lord last year.”   The smile was complete as he shook her hand.

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Harry casted a light lumos as he didn’t want to wake up Nev, the only one sleeping with his curtains open tonight and walked silently out of his dorm. That day had started so well, he couldn’t let it ends like this.

Ginny’s raw speech had blown them all, taking them back to their shared trauma but Ron’s conclusion has felt like a trigger being pulled. The war might have been won but all battles hadn’t end yet, hadn’t even being fight yet; and Harry wanted to make sure that tonight wasn’t going to be the end of their fragile peace.

Of course he had run after Ginny when she left the tavern sobbing. He had to catch her up before she collapse somewhere alone and bury her pain. He couldn’t worry about what was still happening in the Three Broomstick until she was somehow fine again. But she didn’t stop her race, not until she heard her brother calling her name. So Harry stood there, letting her scream at him until Ron took her tightly in his arms, not loosening his grips until she stopped hitting. Go, Harry he had simply said.

When he got back to the bar, the place was closed and everyone left. The walk back to Hogwarts had never felt longer or lonelier. Dumbledore would have known how to handle all of it; he had always had the right words. His absence at school felt like a chimney without fire: safe but not warm; the structure wouldn’t collapse but it wasn’t a hearth anymore. He thought of Sirius and Remus, too. Somewhere between Hogsmeade and Hogwarts, he found himself wondering what would’ve happened if Voldemort had won the first war before his parents’ death.

 Later in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione had told him what happened after his departure. She told him about those customers who decided that Pansy could be held responsible for their loss and that it was normal to make her pay for it. She told him how Neville and her tried to stood up to her, words against wands and how useless it had felt when Malfoy had shown up with his un-misrecognizing platinum blond hair. She told him how they all ended up with their wand out, casting spells as Madam Rosemerta lost hope to regain control of the situation before finally getting them evacuated. She told him that none of them has been seriously hurt but how Pansy looked petrified. She told him how appalled she felt, and how infuriated she still was and Harry couldn’t help but feel it in his veins. They were a bunch of kids, seven to be exact, against dozens of adults. Harry had listened to his best friend narrated her awful afternoon and had wanted to hurt those people so badly.

By dinnertime, the story had been told and everyone in the castle knew approximately what has happened. Everything felt electric. Slytherins had closed ranks and were ready to fight after months of quietly endured bullying and outright dislike. They had enough. The trials were all over, justice had been made. The guilty one had pay the price or where in Azkaban. They weren’t going to kowtow until their latest breath; that time was over. They were ready to strike back whenever needed. Fearing the fire to spread and combust them all, the teachers had impose a curfew.

 “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good” Harry whispered under his invisibility cloak.

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“Harry, you have to eat. You cannot go through the morning with an empty stomach, you’re going to faint in Madam Hooch practise! You know how she is; she won’t let you off your broom until you manage to do perfectly her figures.

-‘Mione, he’s not listening …

-Harry? Earth’s calling Harry?

-Sorry, I got to go.” He said, as Malfoy exits the Great Hall.

“Where are you-

-Malfoy.” Ron answered. “The same thing, again and again.

-Maybe we should follow him, then?

-Definitely.”

 As Ron as guessed, Harry was catching up with Malfoy and Parkinson, asking if he could talk to him alone for a few minutes. The blond boy nodded hesitantly as his best friend was already giving them some space.

“Go ahead, Potter, I’m listening to whatever bullshit you have to say about Blaise.” Malfoy started, arms crossed and defying gaze.

“It has nothing to do with him.

-Oh. Then tell me to which expanse am I hurting him purposefully?

-I’m sorry, okay? I thought he was but apparently he wasn’t so I shouldn’t have interfered but you guys talked so

-Fluent, as always.

-Could you please stop talking?” Malfoy rose his eyebrows in disbelief but Harry could swore he had seen him smirk. “Thank you. I’m sorry for the mess I made between you, I just wanted to help. Don’t-” he quickly added as Malfoy opened his mouth. “right, it hasn’t turned as I had planned, but I had to try. Okay.” Harry took a deep breath. “I” he swallowed, trying to loosen the knot in his throat “I wanted to give you that.” He handed him a small piece of parchment. “it’s the contact information of my mind healer.

-Your mind healer?

-Yes, I thought you could need it.

-What would I do with your mind healer?

-Make it yours, too.” He cleared, as Malfoy’s brain obviously didn’t want to treat the information in its logical way.

“Wh-” it was impressive all that Malfoy’s silence could say when his mask wasn’t perfectly in place. What are you talking about, why do you care, how did you know, thank you …

“I heard you yesterday. When Zabbini was reading something like your diary.

-You were there?

-I heard you shouted, I had to make sure you were alright.

-How noble of you. Then what, you made sure I wasn’t being trap by 5th years and took it has an opportunity to spy on me?

-I just wanted to be sure you were alright.

-You didn’t stay then?” he asked, hopefulness rising in his voice.

“I stayed. I’m sorry Malfoy I know I didn’t have the right.

-You had no fucking right! And you still have none! Get the fuck out Potter, I don’t want your help. I don’t need it!” he spat, burning the parchment down in the middle of the moving staircase as their respective best friends approached, ready to stop whatever could happen next.

“I know it wasn’t something for me to hear, but I heard it anyway. Please Draco, let me help you. Or just listen to me. Give me five more minutes and if you still don’t want to hear about me or my healer, I swear I’m gonna stay out of your life as long as you want to.

-You swear?

-I do.

-Meet me in the Quidditch pitch at 6 then.”

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“What are you doing?” Ginny asked as Harry waved to Pansy.

“She’s sitting alone.” He shrugged. “Why couldn’t she wait with us?

-I don’t know, maybe because she’s Pansy Parkinson.

-Come on Gin’, it’s only for a few minutes.

-I don’t care. If she comes, I go.” She declared, already rising up from her chair, fetching for her bag under Luna’s.

“It’s raining outside…

-Then I’ll sit elsewhere. That’s the magic of the Three Broomsticks: there are always more tables.

-I thought that you guys had already broken up. What am I missing?” Dean questioned as he came back from the restroom to find his friends arguing over their half full butterbeers.

“Harry wants Parkinson to sit with us while she’s alone and Ginny’s against it.” Seamus resumed, resting his head against his lover’s middle. Dean nodded, absentmindedly holding him in an embrace through the chair back. “If Harry thinks she’s okay now” he trailed.

“Seriously? We’re talking about Pansy Fucking Parkinson! How can I be the only one against it?! She tried to hand you to Voldemort by Merlin tits!

-She apologized for it.

-And that’s enough? She wanted you dead Harry!

-Let it go Ginny, she apologized for it.” Dean mocked, shaking his head. “And she’s coming our way.

-I’m off then.

-Gin! She didn’t want me dead; she just wanted it all to be over.” Harry explained quickly, grabbing her by the hand, unknowingly making his best friend frown. “She was scared; he said he was going to kill us all if I didn’t surrender. It was my life or yours. It’s understandable.

-That’s what she told you? And you’re naïve enough to believe it? Understandable? Have you forgotten that night Harry? It has never been you or us. Of course, they would have killed you. He had wanted you dead since your birth! But he knew we wouldn’t hand you over. He knew he’d have to kill us all. As Neville has said, your heart beat for us. We all knew Harry and that bitch knew too. We fought for you; we fought for what’s right and good. And some of us died fighting. But did it end there? Did it end in the courtyard, your corpse in Hargird’s arms? No, no it didn’t. They still wanted to kill of us all. You had surrendered and died, and they were still marching on us, threatening us. Put your faith in me or die. How could it’s been any clearer? Since the beginning we all knew: it wasn’t you or us Harry. It was him or us.”

Everyone in the tavern was now looking at her catching her breath. Luna had begun to cry silently, hardly breathing as Neville was trying to stay in the present, focusing on the sharp pain of his nails deeply pressed in his fisted hands. Dean had tightened his grip around Seamus, the memory of his desperate run toward the ruins playing in front of him. Hermione wasn’t moving at all. But her brother looked at her, straight in the eyes, before switching to Pansy’s. “I agree with Gin. We haven’t lost a brother to hear you defend his murderers.” 

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Harry woke up to his best friend shaking softly his shoulder and the laugh of Hermione echoing through the maze of his half sleepiness. When he opened his eyes and automatically fetch for his glasses, his hand met someone calf.

“You fell asleep on the couch mate. And there, your glasses. Seems like Luna’s been here too, isn’t that her cloak?” Ron answered as the questions were popping in Harry’s mind.

 “I’m sorry” Ron started between two bites of cinnamon buns “for the badges. I didn’t want to hurt you, or anyone really. It just wasn’t fair, you know.

-What wasn’t fair?

-You say one thing to one of them and then you have the whole House treating you as if you had threaten them all, as if we were the Bad GuyTM. I mean, we’re not the ones united around a proponent of you-know-who

-Ronald, Parkinson wasn’t one of his.” Harry unsuccessfully tried to make himself hear.

“like, have you ever heard one of them calling him Voldemort? No, it’s always the Dark Lord with fucking capital letters.

-You’re creating proof there…

-Am I? Have you ever heard one of your favourite Slytherin calling him anything else?

-My favourite Slytherin? And yes, I have; Zabbini called him Voldemort.

-So Malfoy and Parkinson refer to him as the Dark Lord, right?

-That doesn’t mean anything. They’re still afraid of his name, that’s all.

-Friend to friend, I have to tell you that I find it really strange, the eagerness with which you defend them now. Not so long ago you were always spying on them, super aware of their every move, finding everything suspicious. Do I have to remember that you were the first one to understand that Malfoy had taken the Mark? You always knew he was actually up to something bad, that he was more than an arrogant spoiled death eater son. What I don’t understand is what has changed in between.

-Malfoy changed. I changed. The war changed us all. And he had no choice.

-He had no choice, poor boy! I’d rather have died than take the Mark.

-He hadn’t done it for his own safety but for his family’s. Isn’t that something you can understand, is it?

-You’re using that argument on me Harry? As if my family hasn’t been threatened too! But I ran with you when I could’ve stayed and protect them. I went to the Chamber of Secret while they were fighting for their life. Only I knew, I always knew that there was something bigger than us at stake. I guess the ferret didn’t, then; that he found it right to keep his rotten parents alive when having them killed was a little price to pay for the safety of every students of Hogwarts. People younger than us has been tortured in order to keep Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy safe and sound! As if those people could be ever worth it! He should have let Voldemort killed them.

-How can you

-Bloody Hell, Harry, shut up already! Ron’s fucking right! Malfoy had a choice. They all had. We all had. All the Slytherins had. And some of them fought with us, I know it, we all know it. But right here, right now, they are closing their rank around their precious and pure royalty. They will always defend their own, at whatever price.

-Whatever price? You’re the one who use our deads!

-Our deads Harry! People who died because of those you’re defending! People who died because your prince charming gave Hogwarts to the Carrows, Snape and all those fucking maniacs! How do you think Voldemort knew you were back at Hogwarts, huh? Who told him? If Malfoy hadn’t

-I don’t care what could’ve happened if Malfoy hadn’t repair the cabinet! There’s no use in fucking if Dean! No one knows and no one won’t ever know! You fucking have to deal with it now!

-There’s a huge difference between dealing with it and fucking them! And I won’t be crossing that line! I know what they’ve done and I know who they are, who you are defending!

-Misters Thomas, Weasley and Potter, I’d like you to follow me now.” McGonnagal voice resonated in the quiet Great Hall. She was standing less than three feet behind them, her harsh gaze filled with disappointment and reproachfulness. “And I don’t want to hear another word; you’ve said enough nonsense.”

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Harry had tried every trick he knew but the panic didn’t seem to cease. He had tried so much to focus on his breathing than now it didn’t even feel natural at all. His body was shivering and he couldn’t stop crying, making everything blurry around him. The stall had become a nightmarish bubble.

“Harry? Harry are you still in here?” Hermione’s voice seemed so far, going through the haze “Harry, can you open the door?” A quick spell and she was able to hold him tightly, telling him when to breath in and when to breath out while slowly rubbing his back in repeating patterns until he stopped shaking and crying; then she started telling him how safe and sound he now was, and how much he was loved. She had found the words to help him calm down and get back to his body during summer, when the three of them had spent weeks in the Shell Cottage trying to figure out what their life could still means after everything that has been, and months later the same words were still the most useful. The war wasn’t that far away in his brain either.

“I’m gonna tell Dean to get them back.” She promised before guiding him to the 8th Year common room.  

 When Harry woke up, it was already dark outside. Hours had passed since he came back from the toilet and his best friends had leaved his side to their shared bed. Their curtains wasn’t closed for the first time in months, and Harry felt relieved to see them sleeping curled around one another. He knew them enough to be sure they’d fought about the badges until Hermione spat the truth and told him about his breakdown; he would probably still feel guilty tomorrow.

Hunger winning over the warmth of his bed, he left the comfort of his sheets to the secret cupboard on the common room where he knew house elves hide chocolate bars since it became known by all how great they were against dark thoughts -or great for midnight snacks.

“Hungry?” asked an ethereal voice from the couch.

“Luna? What are you doing here?

-Our common room doesn’t have any chocolate so I came here whenever I need some. It’s farer than the kitchen but there’s always one of you here. How are you doing? Hermione told us you were ill.

-I’m far better, thanks. I, I wasn’t ill, actually. ‘T was, you know… Because of the badges… it was too much.

-I understand. I’ve felt that way too. I didn’t wear it. Between Ginny’s speech and today’s events… It was hard to remember we weren’t months ago.

-Did you talk about it to someone?” Harry enquired, sitting next to her, taking her legs upon his own. The girl was an amazing listener but people often tend to forget she needed to be taken care of too.

“There wasn’t really anything to be said, you know; but Neville took me feed the sombrals so I felt better. I think he felt sad, too. I think we all felt sad today. I think Ginny has to feel sad, she cannot wallow in anger anymore or she’ll explode.

-Wallow in anger?

-You know, how she’s always picking fights or training on her broomstick. I think she’s scared of what would happen if she makes place in her heart to feel something else.

-She’s not the kind to open up.

-No, she’s not.

-You’re not either.

-I’m not angry anymore; in fact, I’ve never really been angry. Shades of blue, but no red.

-Never?

-I don’t recall a time I really was. I don’t find meaning in anger. It only hurts more. You hurt people and you hurt yourself, and by the end of the day, you’re still exactly on the same dead end road than when you wake up. And with their badges that’s exactly what they’ve done. They took our sorrow and tried to turn it into anger. Today they’ve hurt people and tomorrow they’ll face their ire. I don’t think they care so much about Slytherin, I think they’re just trying to feel alive. And I think that’s the saddest part of it all.”

Sorry, that one isn’t very long either … Too much work, not enough energy …  I really hope Luna was OK, don’t hesitate to tell me! The quicker I’ll know, the quicker I’ll be able to “rewrite” her :)