I Think It's Really Nice That Voldemort Is Willing Or Even Eager To Have Some Down Time With Harry...the

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WIP Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @leafiloaf . Leafi, thank you so much for the tag! 😭 Sending love 💖💖💕💕 Look, when my favourite Harrymort artist tags me for the wip game it doesn't matter that I did the tag game, I’m doing it again!

Rules: Share 7 (or more) lines of a WIP you've been working on.

I wrote a little one-shot of our boy Harry fainting in the forest in Deathly Hallows and waking up. Without his shirt? Where could his shirt have gone? 🤔

Let Harry tell you one thing. He's a bloody good escape artist. Just because his shirt got discarded and his torso is currently exposed to the cold air of the hall won’t stop him from running headfirst to the exit, wherever the exit is — something Harry’s starting to worry about right now.  The burning, long fading mark in the middle of his chest the locket left behind throbbed dully, like its own heartbeat. All the hairs on his arms were up, rising in response to the biting cold, followed by goose bumps spreading along the skin. His empty fingers trembled. There was no wand. Someone took his wand. No weapon. Running bare-chested. Many strange things happened to Harry over these seven years, but this one definitely takes the cake.

At least he still had his trousers, glasses, socks and trainers. The girls and guys at Hogwarts would kill to see this, Harry was sure. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. A warning.  Mid-step, a cloth wrapped around Harry's ankles and wrists, lifting his feet off the floor. Harry pushed his entire body forward, lunging in the opposite direction in an attempt to rip the fabric off of his limbs.  The cloth was unbroken. More cloths snapped around him, like lunging snakes. Two more wrapped around his forearms, one wrapped around his chest, another around his waist, wrapping around his thigh, two more around his knees, and one around his neck. They all snapped tight, and Harry groaned as they squeezed, strangulating his bones with the powerful pressure. The only cloth that didn't squeeze him was the one around his neck, acting more like a rope than a handcuff. The cloths were like scarves. They extended outward, to the source. The ones around him slowly spun Harry around, almost gently, mindful not to break him. Harry followed the path of the cloths, and found they were connected to a robe. No. They were a part of the robe. Coming out of the robe like hidden serpents. His breath stopped in his lungs, caught in his throat in horror at the sight of the hooded, tall figure ten feet away from him. No. No, Harry was supposed to be dead… No… No, no, no, no… Harry felt the beat of his heart, and realized that he was very much not dead. He was alive. He was alive, and it was the most heart-wrenching realization to have in this moment. Harry was alive. And the cloth holding him captive came from Lord Voldemort, who prowled toward Harry slowly, like a slithering python approaching his captured prey. Harry glared at the hooded Dark Lord. 

Voldemort looked at him silently, his ivory face cast in shadow, his red eyes glowing like rubies. He tilted his head like a curious snake. A slow smile curled his mouth

“Going somewhere, my dear Horcrux?”

Harry's breath hitched, his eyes stretching in horror.

No.

No no no no no —

Voldemort reached forward. A skeletal hand cupped Harry’s cheek gently, tenderly holding his face.

Harry wasn't even done panicking before the red eyes enveloped his sight, and darkness swallowed him.

LET ME HEAR YOUR VOICES HARRYMORT FANS

i like the idea that the horcrux in harry's scar was a jealous son of a bitch and got way too happy when his other counterparts (horcruxes) got destroyed. you can't change my mind. imagine harry feeling gleeful after destroying a horcrux.

Harry: I feel warm and fuzzy. Is that normal?

Ron and Hermione: No.

Scarcrux: [cheering like a madman in Harry's mind & soul]

Ron, standing before a plate of warm cookies: Are these venomous?

Tom, smiling: No, Weasley, that is impossible.

Ron picks one out and walks off: Cheers!

Ron takes a bite and starts foaming at the mouth:

Tom: They are poisonous, however.

Harry: Did you seriously make poisoned cookies?? He could die???

Tom: This was a valuable life lesson. Besides, we have magic. He’ll be fine.

Harry: What the hell is the lesson here??

Tom: To pick up a dictionary and stop asking foolish questions.

Tom: And I’d be careful, Harry.. you may be next.

Harry: You killed my parents.

Voldemort: Yes, but didn’t you hear what they said to me?

Harry: I was 15 months old-

Voldemort: They said, “What are you going to do? Kill us?”

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Ah yes, definitely unhealthy possessiveness. Especially for precious or shiny trinkets? like a magpie?

So... guess what i thought?

Blame Dumbledore. He started this Magpie Tom things.

Mermaid AU where they are each other's only friend, but Harry is very curious about life on the surface and Tom is deeply afraid that someday Harry is going to leave him.

HA

Its all about ethnic cleansing for them. They don't give a crap about if "Hamas" is destroyed. Their isnt any "victory" because theres. no war. ITS A GENOCIDE

The US is really telling Netanyahu he has “weeks, not months” to transition to lower intensity attacks on Gaza so there can be less civilian causalities and focus more on eliminating Hamas.

Also, today a rep from the White House said literally said: "It has to take as long as they feel they need to take to be able to eliminate this threat. But obviously, we all want it to be over as soon as possible."

Biden also still trying to send Israel $10 billion in military aid and today Netanyahu THANKED the US for their continuous support and said the war will go on until complete victory