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My first attempt at this: Horned Serpent/Gryffindor/INFJ/Virgo aesthetic
Bravery | Daring | Chivalry
Draco Malfoy x Reader
❝She snatched the snitch and stole his heart, the once bruising palpitations kicking his chest now nothing more than a tender, bated breath.❞
Name: Harry Potter
House: Gryffindor
Birthday: July 31, 1980
Signature spell/skills: Defensive magic, duelling, Expelliarmus, the Patronus Charm, control of Obscurus form
Familiar: Hedwig (snowy owl)
Patronus: Stag
Wand: Holly & phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple
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Chapter Eight: To Put a Cat Amongst Pigeons
"So," Harry began, as Ruby inspected the books that the librarian had suggested, "I had a weird dream last night. The one with the screaming, and the green light, and our — our mum. But what's funny is that Quirrell was in it."
"Quirrell?" asked Ruby disbelievingly. "Well, he's a bit of a joke, isn't he? Maybe you had some weird cheese last night."
Pleased with what she found, Ruby hefted the heavy stack of books (all right, perhaps she'd been a bit overzealous) and started off in search of a table. Harry trailed behind her, frowning.
"I think I've got to speak to Quirrell," he said, sitting down opposite her with a serious expression.
Ruby snorted. "Never realized you were superstitious about stuff like dreams."
"I'm not," Harry protested. "It's just, we thought all this time our parents died in a car crash, but now that we know what really happened, I know that dream is really a memory of me seeing Mum — Mum die." His voice shook on the last word. "So, if magic is real, why not dreams? I've just got this feeling, I dunno. I really think I've got to speak to him. I just don't know what I've got to speak to him about, yet."
"If that's what you think," said Ruby, opening the first book from her stack.
"This House thing is stupid," said Harry, lowering his voice to a whisper as the librarian walked past them. "I mean, we can't meet in the library all the time — it closes at eight!"
He seemed disproportionately worried about this, Ruby thought. To her, it was all very, very simple.
"You're my brother," she said, rolling her eyes as she looked up from her book. "We're not going to have some kind of crisis just because Slytherins and Gryffindors don't usually get along."
In summary, Pansy put a rat in someone’s bed, Harry and Draco got in a fight, and Quirrell is acting sus.
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Chapter Ten: The Pawn’s Gambit
Alastair shrugged.
He seemed genuine enough. But Harry didn't think he was the right person to tell about the shadows.
What had he done, that night? Had the shadows risen from his fingertips to wrap around Voldemort's throat, choking the life out of him?
And if he had the power to defeat Voldemort, why hadn't he done so before that monster killed his parents?
"I'm probably a bit of a disappointment, then," said Harry, glaring at all of them. "I'm nothing like Voldemort. I don't want to be anything like him. And maybe if you lot took your heads out of the sand for even a second, you'd see that the last thing I'd want is to be like the bastard who killed my parents."
Something isn’t adding up with the Potters’ story. Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall investigate.
Meanwhile, Harry meets the Slytherins.
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"You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry, Set Gryffindors apart." ~ The Sorting Hat