HP fics that hit different
Used tropes: usually Slytherin Harry, Time Fix-It, Retelling of canon, Wordbuilding, Pureblood Culture, Black family-centric
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It started, as many things did, with Cedric. They had been stronger when they worked together, a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor, embodying the best traits of their house each and using them to fight and win against the spider in the maze. It had been the seed of an idea that bloomed in Harry’s fifth year—the Houses were stronger together. To survive, he needed not just bravery, but hard work, wisdom, and resourcefulness too.
It wasn’t just about him, either. They all needed each other.
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Mutatum - altered, changed, modified, having been transformed.
1. Evitative - grammatically expressing the notion that something is avoided or feared
2. Redivider - something that divides or apportions again
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Going through Regulus' belongings, Narcissa uncovers a web of secrets, hidden information and lies she had never known anything about.
When her son’s life gets endangered by Lucius’s carelessness, she decides to take matters in her own hands, reevaluating all the decisions she had made up until that point.
This triggers a chain reaction of events that will not only bring Narcissa to comprise her marriage and her social status, but will also take on the entire Wizarding World by a storm as she launches herself into a quest to find out what happened to Regulus.And to do that, she will need the help of the only other living and breathing individual that might still hold inside of him a little love for her sweet younger cousin.
She will have to set Sirius free from Azkaban.
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One summer day, he sees Voldemort on his neighbor's roof. And it all came crashing down.
Armed with a stabbed diary that oddly brings him comfort and a ring that feels important, Harry is ill-equipped for the summer ahead.
On his neighbour’s roof, staring directly at him, was Voldemort.
It would be comical if it wasn’t for the struggling muggle teen in his grasp.
Mockingly, Voldemort held up a scrap of parchment. ‘Surrender yourself, or the muggle perishes.’
Harry ducked away from the glass and got his writing supplies out. He held the parchment to the wall as he wrote, with a quill this time.
‘I don’t negotiate with terrorists. I’m going back to bed.’
He wiggled it into the corner and left the sight of the window. There was a strangled scream he tried to block out. In bed, he piled his blanket over his ears. Bottom of the line, he needed sleep.
And who was he to intervene? Every damned time he did, the person ended up dead or injured. Cedric, Sirius, and countless other friends had suffered under his supervision.
Harry was done playing saviour.