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After a strikingly humiliating death by poisoning at a Ministry ball, Harry finds himself in the past, ready from the shadows to do whatever it takes to make sure Halloween 1981 doesn't happen again.
And, while trying to deal with Voldemort gaining more followers, he wages his own war on the feelings he'd rip out of his chest if he could.
Featuring strong bonds, the family Harry never expected to find in the past, love drama, and cackling Tom Riddle on his makeshift throne.Series
- Part 1 of thestrals and crows
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I love this Harry the author has written him so well even though he doesn’t have all those lordship but this Harry is so nice to read especially from other peoples povs
. He sat next to Peverell, who didn't even look up, and openly started observing him. He really did look like Prongs, very much so. Not just like James, but like Potter in general. Messy hair, tan skin, and distinguished cheekbones. From a distance, he could easily be mistaken for James, without a doubt. No matter what Peverell said, he was somehow connected to the Potters, even if he didn't want to admit it."Is something wrong?"
Sirius' gaze darted to Peverell, who did break away from the parchment and decided to speak to him. His face, Sirius noticed, was always somehow blank when he spoke to others. Except for McKinnon and perhaps the other Ravenclaws. Although Sirius considered himself a man well-versed in the emotions of others, he couldn't figure out what Peverell was thinking. However his eyes were bright, expressive, Sirius could sometimes, in the rare moments when he saw him in the corridors or in the library, see a whole maelstrom of emotions in them. But all Peverell allowed himself in the presence of Sirius, or really almost anyone except McKinnon, was only a slight smile or a supposedly disinterested raise of his eyebrows.
"It's nothing," Sirius smiled. "What are you writing so seriously on parchment?"
Peverell's face did a strange thing that Sirius didn't dare define. His expression changed several times in a second, but he immediately pulled himself together.
"Potions," he answered quietly, looking at Sirius so intensely that he had to look away.
"Potions," he chuckled awkwardly. "Never liked them."
Prongs smiled slightly, still keeping his eyes on him.
"Yeah. Me neither."
"I thought Ravenclaws knew everything," Sirius winked.
Peverell laughed suddenly, a quiet and gentle sound. Sirius raised an eyebrow. The joke was stupid and unfunny, even in his opinion.
"Harry," Peverell interrupted him. Sirius stared at him.
"Call me Harry."He said it calmly, even casually, but Sirius could see him gripping the edges of his textbook. Maybe Harry was shy? Though he seemed confident and serious most of the time. And Sirius had heard that he was very talented in his studies.
"Then call me Sirius," he said with a smile.Harry raised his hands in a gesture of peace, still sporting a sly smile. He looked as if he found the situation somewhat amusing, but he was not mocking. Sirius tilted his head, thoughts swirling in his mind. Harry's bright green eyes were squinted in a smirk, his expression relaxed, and his posture calm. He wasn't worried as if he knew exactly what he was talking about. Sirius pursed his lips, something was off about this Peverell.
"I wouldn't," Harry looked at Prongs.
Remus and Peter, sensing the tension, looked up from their notes.
"Just," Harry said casually, leaning back on his chair. "Persistent approaches don't work for everyone."
"Alright, enough," Harry interrupted gently, but Sirius noticed a slight blush on his cheeks and couldn't resist.
"Oh," he grinned widely and leaned in again. "Who would've thought. Maybe we should go on a date, hmm?"
Harry stared at him, unimpressed.
"Go with your friend," he deadpanned. "Since you've been going on and on about how similar we are. I'm sure you won't notice the difference. Think about it."
Sirius flinched as if slapped. He could hear the girls barely holding back laughter, and James's foot accidentally hitting the table in tension. Peter and Remus remained quiet but clearly struggled not to smile. Had he just been hinted at...what? Being in love with James? Merlin. He was about to faint.
"Ah," Remus sighed loudly, looking around as if this were a completely normal situation. "I just can't finish this damn Defense essay."
"I can help," he smiled lightly.
"But it's a sixth-year level program," Remus looked surprised.
He carefully scanned the field. The Ravenclaws Beaters were not bad either; they nearly hit Johnson twice. His gaze locked onto Harry, who wasn't particularly twitchy, just calmly soaring across the field, as if mocking. Harry was pretty like this, even very much so. Sirius tightened the grip on his broom. With each new detail he noticed about the Peverell's appearance, he seemed less and less like James. In flight, he seemed unreal: his eyes were wide open with anticipation, the wind tousled his hair. From a distance, Sirius couldn't make out what kind of broom Harry had, but it was likely not the worst. Harry flew smoothly and calmly, his sharp eyes assessing the situation on the field.
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