Drarry - Split Soul
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  • Capítulos 28
  • Tempo 21h 38m
  • Leituras 9,024
  • Votos 660
  • Capítulos 28
  • Tempo 21h 38m
Concluído, Primeira publicação em nov 22, 2024
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Harry Potter always thought that life following the war would be worth living. However, six months after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry finds himself overwhelmed with violent grief and an unwanted PTSD diagnosis. Exhausted, Harry seeks to be the teenager that he should have been, attending Hogwarts parties, meeting new friends, and discovering his sexuality. 

When Ministry documents leak the possibility of a hidden Horcrux in an alternate reality, Harry realizes that he never will find peace. Paranoia brings back dangerous old habits, and Harry is determined to end any chance of Voldemort's return if it's the last thing he does. 

In a freak accident, Harry finds himself on Earth's Echo, a seemingly perfect reality that has never been touched by Voldemort. The only problem: Draco Malfoy is unapologetically in love with him. It's a problem that Harry is willing to overlook if it means he never has to go back to the miserable life he was living - until he realizes that there's much more to this so-called perfect reality than it seems, and it sends Harry deeper into the universe than he ever wanted to be.
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Hidden Truths and Unlikely Bonds cover
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BEAUTIFUL DISASTERS 「DRARRY」 cover
Always Remember cover
Don't Ever Forget cover
Echoing Green | Drarry cover
Only Ash Remains cover
Tormented by our Futures (Part 1) cover

Requisite - Draco Malfoy

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"In it's purest form, even time envied love I suppose. Because it was eternal, it didn't have a beginning or an end or anything in between. It just was. It just was, in the same sense that the moon was always inescapably in love with the sun. They were always too far apart to meet, but as the moon set and the sun began to peak over the horizon, and they saw each other for the briefest of fleeting moments, that- that is what love is. And still, all the moon ever got to see was the morning glow from the edges of it's beloved sun, before it's eyes closed and it had to sleep all over again, until it could catch a glimpse of the setting rays that reflected against it's own solitary purity. That's what love was. Never knowing, not quite seeing, but always feeling. Love always felt, always conquered, always was. And this love always was. Always was written in the stars, always was planned by the universe, always was going to break my heart and fix it back up again. Because the stars forbade anything else."