Yer a Wizard, Harry

Meet the Men in My Mind

formerly n9and3quarters introduces: chivalry-isnotdead

I changed the name of my OOC blog because the Bridgerton brothers plus their OC male cousin (all sub-blogs of this blog: ura-wizardharry) have infiltrated the RP part of my brain and made themselves at home like it’s White’s. 

Luna froze for a moment as his thumb lightly brushed her face. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the first gentle touch she had received since the previous summer when she returned to school. She let out a quiet sigh before her eyes opened again at Harry’s request. She studied him for a moment, her eyes for once completely serious and focused. 

“I will do my best, because you asked me to,” she promised, her hand moving up to touch his. There were words she could not bring herself to say, but she tried to smile regardless. She would not burden him with her feelings now, not when his shoulders are already heavily weighted down. 

“I know I cannot ask you the same, no matter how much I wish I could.” Her voice cracked for a moment before she took a breath and continued. “But Harry.. please be careful.”

Harry stilled, not having realized the intimacy of his touch until he witnessed her reaction to his fingertips grazing her cheek. The fall of her lashes against her alabaster skin had his breath arresting and he held her gaze when her blue eyes caught his green. She seemed able to look into the very heart of him, feling an instant connection.

It occurred to him in that moment that Luna was the one witch who never demanded anything of him, gentle always in her approach, kind in her words, adorably thoughtless in her flighty comments that almost always brought a bemused smile to Harry’s lips. She always helped to relieve the heavy weight on his shoulders. Being around her never failed to lighten Harry’s spirits but this moment was different somehow. This moment crystallized their fragile relationship and he realized she very much lived up to the meaning of her surname. She was so giving in her love. So good to the people she decided worthy of her friendship. And Harry was so thankful for Luna Lovegood in his life.

She wasn’t expectant like other girls when he’d engaged in conversation. 

She didn’t cry, like some girls, at his touch.

She didn’t run away, like others, nor did she insist on staying, like too many.

She accepted him as he was. And that was a rarity.

She smiled softly, one hand moving to lovingly caress his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He had become the best part of her life, the thing that made her happier than anything else. She wanted to desperately to hold onto that happiness, to make sure she made him happy too.

Her worry eased with his smile, the blonde kissing the tip of his nose, his cheeks, his forehead. “Perhaps part of it could be shopping.” She answered teasingly. “I’d love to go somewhere beside the sea. It’s been a bit since I just relaxed in the water or on the sand. France has some of the most beautiful beaches. We could even find somewhere that we could have our own private stretch of it.” She smiled warmly at him. “How does that sound, my love?”

Draco followed Harry happily to their table. Sometimes it took her by surprise how easy it was now, being out with him, holding his hand, their light, easy conversation. It was wonderful

Slipping into her seat and looking over the menu, Draco had many things to keep in mind - they were in public for anyone to see. So an alcoholic drink she could sip. Not whiskey - that was a “man’s drink.” And a meal that she could eat just as daintily.

She was so conditioned to this thought that it nearly made her laugh. The only time she didn’t go through this exact thought process was on pub nights she’d gone out with old friends - before Pansy had moved back into their lives and Blaise had settled down, the rest of them following - and she could drink anything she could get her hands on while shoving anything fried into her mouth. Those had been different nights, nights when things were still so, so bad and Blaise was always there to take care of her.

Looking back up, Draco scoffed at his words, playing offended. “Merlin, you need training. You’re supposed to tell me how I’m so beautiful no matter what I do.” She retorted, clearly teasing, even as her fingers brushed the edges of her hair, as if afraid her pre-teen mistake was suddenly going to reappear. “And of course I’ve done something to warrant it, but they know that revenge is my specialty. They know better.”

Looking back up at the waitress as she reappeared, Draco decided on just asking for their soup of the day as well as a glass of chardonnay, giving her a warm smile and handing the menu back before she directed her attention to her male companion once more.

“Flying sounds perfect.” She hummed, giving a nod. “Yes, I think we should definitely take advantage of the weather while we can.”

Harry looked up and blinked innocently at her. “The fact that you’re beautiful regardless what you do is a fact that goes without saying.” He turned his gaze upwards in thought. “Except when you display that beastly temper.” He clucked and shook his head before refocusing his attention to her face.

He ordered fish and chips, knowing she’d snag some chips through the meal. And he added a hearty salad to split as an appetizer. 

Luna stopped, tilting her head at Harry, an incredulous smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Falsified papers, Harry? Really?” She chuckled. She wasn’t surprised. Harry had always skirted the rules. It had saved her once even. When she’d been alone with no friends. And then came the DA. And she’d found her place. 

She put a few more things into the suitcase, and then put away a few others she changed her mind on. She was considering which of her notebooks to take, which one might be the most useful. Which one had the most writing space. 

“Probably later today. Or tomorrow morning,” she confirmed. “Mr. Ollivander needs some things picked up. And the travel is far easier for me. Plus I thought I’d take a few extra days to go camping.” It was something she missed terribly. And she’d be near some of her father’s favorite places anyway. Maybe she she’d find something that would make him happy. 

He sent her a boyish smile and nodded. “Yeah. Really. Sometimes it pays to be the Chosen One.” Grinning, he shook his head, his right hand playing with the shrunken suitcase in his pocket. He honestly did not want to see a Mind Healer and couldn’t understand why everyone else couldn’t understand.

He lifted his left hand and ran it though his thick mop of hair before he sat down on the edge of her bed, watching her pack. “It’s about time I over write my memories of camping. Where are we going?” he said as she laid out her travel plans aloud. 

Hermione couldn’t help but chuckle. of course, Neville had been so awkward when they had first met, in what seemed like a lifetime ago. “It’s quite surprising, but I’m really happy for him.” She assured, smiling gently. “Of course, let’s go together.” She agreed.

“She was in Hufflepuff, the same year as us. Hannah Abbott. She was in Dumbledore’s Army, right ?” Hermione remembered, keeping a smirk on her features. “I’ve never talked much to her though.”

“Oh, I remember now. Ocelot. That was her patronus.She’s quite pretty. Good on, Neville.” 

violent devotion

Everyone seems to think you are faithless, but the thing is you haven’t yet found someone who will bring you to your knees and make you raise your head in reverence. This world has stopped bringing you joy, you want more of the divine. You want to dedicate your entire existence to someone; you want to make them realize they are not something terrible, make them see just how much beauty they are bringing to this world. You want to be the only one for them, the only one they have chosen to love. There’s a god shaped pit inside of you and only they can fit in it. And what if they choose to walk away? Didn’t I say this was violent devotion?

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She watched him for a moment, listening silently to his words. A part of her wanted to hug him, but she did not know if he would be alright with that. Her arms twitched before she sighed. “Something that people always seem to forget is that you cannot really be brave if you aren’t also scared, Harry. The fact that you still manage to face him, time after time, speaks a lot about your character. I wish more than anything that you did not have to though. I would carry your burden if I could.”

She stood up and walked over to where her wand was resting on the counter. Her hand gripped it shakily before she sat back down, her eyes now facing her drawing again. With a quick flick of her wand, the paper lifted in the air and lit on fire. 

“You aren’t alone in this Harry, trust me in that.”

He listened, as he always did, in complete silence as Luna spoke. Her words spoken in the light, though now saddened, lilt that he longed to hear from her.  Harry looked up when she spoke of his character and shook his head before dropping his gaze to his hands. “ I wouldn’t want you to ever have this burden, Luna,” he said in a barely audible whisper.

He swallowed when she stood unexpectedly and his gaze followed her movements, his eyes widening when she set fire to her work, and watched the ashes fall. His eyes lifted to her face when she spoke so emphatically.

He nodded. Though he knew, in the end, he would stand alone in the final fight against Voldemort. Staring at her, he tilted his head and reached out to trace the shape of her jaw, his thumb lightly brushing against the bruise on her cheek, taking in the hollow beneath her tired eyes. He pressed his lips together as he took in the evidence of his slowness in getting to her.

Draco was surprised as she was so suddenly tugged onto the man’s lap, as he buried his face in her neck. There was something so sweet about the gesture, something about him seeking comfort in this way that made her heart squeeze.

She lifted her hands, one gently holding him close, the other smoothing back his raven locks.

“I know, darling. I know you will.” She whispered softly, her tone much gentler than it had been. “I do trust you, Harry. Quite literally with my life. I just… I don’t want this to be put all on you. I hate that everything is….” she took a slow breath.

Lately, a fear had settled in her chest - did Harry want her around because he thought she needed saving? That’s not what she wanted. She wanted so far away from all of this.

She shook that thought immediately. He was protecting her - that didn’t make her a project.

“Let’s take a trip. You and I could just go somewhere for just a few days, get rid of this stress. Just enjoy each other. Would they let you have the time off? We could go anywhere in the world you wanted to go, love.”

He squeezed his shut eyes and breathed deeply, tightening his hold on her, listening to her speak. He felt the fingers running through his hair. Comforting.

“The weekend is coming,” he finally said after a long period of silence. “I could file for some time. Merlin... I can’t remember the last time I took a holiday. If I have you with me, and perhaps the team might opt to follow, discreetly of course, I could manage some time.” He lifted his face and looked deeply into her worried gaze.

Unexpected Travel Companion

Starter for @ura-wizardharry because it must be revived!

The time since the second wizarding war had left people feeling quite changed. Luna felt that within herself. But after months in the basement with Ollivander, she had found herself swaying from the studies of magical creatures and their discoveries, and instead wanting to make wands. Though, in not wanting to disappoint her father, she’d found a way to combine the two since finishing Hogwarts, in being able to go on adventures to help her father, and find various woods and cores to use in wands.

Luna stood in her room, a suitcase open on her bed as she gathered her things, looking around. She glanced up and over to Harry and smiled. She’d missed her friend’s company immensely and was glad to have him visit.

“How have things been for you, Harry?” she asked softly. She folded some shirts and put them in the bag. Potentially nearly anyone in the wizarding world would be baffled by her hand packing her bag. But it was strangely comforting. “I think it’s been too long since I’ve seen you. Or anyone really.”

Harry had his already packed bag, magicked miniature in his pocket. They’d spoken of traveling before and he’d taken to bringing a bag along whenever he visited, never knowing when Luna would decide it was time to leave. Judging by her actions, he thought, perhaps today was the day.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against the open doorway, watching her. “I am on leave from my role with the Aurors,” he said quietly, clearing his throat. “Shacklebolt finally caught wind of my falsified St. Mungo’s documentation.” Harry let out a rueful laugh. He looked up and saw the painting she’d done still caught his breath.

Hermione wished it were that simple to make her stop worrying, to hide the worry away in a place where she would no longer be concerned. He and Ron were her best friends, they were the ones that had always been there for her. Harry was the one that made sure she was not alone all those years at Hogwarts, who would she be without him there?

“I think the strongest person we both know is Neville,” she said with a small laugh, remembering their friend. Sure, his feats of bravery were not as profound as theirs, but Dumbledore was right, it was always harder to stand up to a friend than an enemy. “Don’t leave me though, Harry, promise me you won’t leave me.”

Her comment had Harry smiling, nodding. “Yes, I think you may be right,” he said quietly. “He is the brave one.” When he heard her plea, Harry looked up, catching her gaze, despite wanting very much to hide away.  He swallowed and opened his mouth to speak.