Bloodtoll

🩸 Cowrite with neilistic
🩸 E, 62 Chapters
🩸 Voldemort Wins AU
🩸 Durmstrang
🩸 Omegaverse

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His patronus was a dragon. And not only his. Hers. Theirs.

She was a fire-breather too.

(8/8)

she could see what he saw through his eyes.

He took in every silvered curve and the undeniable manifestation of their own love, and power, and joy. He knew he would remember her this way for as long as he walked the Earth. The heat of its breath seared itself into his mind.

(7/8)

And the light limned every part of her with a backlit glow that coloured her hair the same as his white blond.

She wouldn’t turn her head—he knew with the same certainty as he knew his own thoughts that she was not ready to drop the threads that bound them yet. But it didn’t matter;

(6/7)

He hadn’t known, and yet the knowledge was already there. The rightness yawned and awakened inside him along with the silvery spectral form that took its place at her back. Its maw was a crown. Its spread wings were her own.

(5/7)

—more than he had ever seen.

It trickled across sheets and over his legs. Over hers, gathering momentum.

Blooming and unspooling behind her. Above her now. Looking down on them both. Coalescing and unfurling.

A wingspan that stretched across the entire width of the room.

(4/7)

She didn’t say it out loud. But she said it anyway.

It was written on him too.

*Do it*, she whispered.

“Expecto Patronum,” he breathed back.

It flowed like a river. Like her river. Slowly and then faster, faster, until aethereal silver was pooling and swelling and rising—

(3/7)