a turtle without a cause

megamegaturtle:

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Original Character Malfoy Child
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Not Actually Dead Draco Malfoy, Inspired by The Time Traveler’s Wife, Established Relationship, Married Couple, child!Hermione Granger, older!Hermione Granger, Forever 29 Draco Malfoy, POV Second Person, POV Draco Malfoy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet, Loving Marriage, Happy Family, Non-Chronological, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings

written for mightbewriting~

Summary:

“You fall through time, seconds infinitely long. You don’t know how you fall. Your memory’s unsure how to discern reality. Time is saltwater taffy stretched too thin. Time smells like green apples and parchment.”

You are Draco Malfoy and you are lost through time.

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(art done by @octo33. ​ please comission her! she has the best manga style!)

You fall through time, seconds infinitely long. You don’t know how you fall. Your memory’s unsure how to discern reality. Time is saltwater taffy stretched too thin. Time smells like green apples and parchment.

Time tears your skin and muscles apart only to knit them together again.

You blink and you are whole, your fingers flexing perfectly. Lost somewhere in a place you don’t know, a chill rips through you. Your teeth chatter against your will; your spine wants to curve to protect your heart, but Malfoys do not bend. Instead, with as much dignity as possible, you blow whatever fiery breath you have on your hands. You’re a dragon, after all.

Snow crunching under your foot as you pivot, you survey your surroundings. It reminds you of the beginning moments in a symphony, right before you learn something important is revealed. All the musicians stop playing, their bodies tense with breath, waiting for their next cue.

You are in a forest. and it is winter. You are cold.

The trees loom over you, their branches sharp like drawn blades. You feel you are the enemy. One scratches your cheek, a splinter catches in your skin. You want to go home, but where is home in a forest you’ve never been?

Time answers that question with a growing argument. Three teenagers break the tree line near you, their yells recognizable, but their words too far to make out.

disgruntledturtle:

signal boosting this too for a more concrete way people can help!!!

Y’all this woman is an old family friend of mine from my home town. Family and friends are worried about her and she has 2 small children waiting for her at home