《（HP同人）Uhe Bludgeonings of e（英文）》作者：spookywoods
Summary:
& months on his first underover mission, Harry suddenly fi up in a bizarre mix of events revolving around a red khe murder of a rih Pureblood, and an ui, arobati Drao Malfoy.
&uring Greek Curses, out of season Christmas Jumpers, and Gilderoy Lokhart“s sister (or is it?).
Notes:
For thisbloodyat, I might have gotten a little away from the request for a psyhologial thriller, but I hope I aptured the mood of “Twi” by Messer fortuhis idea ame to me, I really ould go. If the beginning reminds of you anything, it is heavily ihe first episently. The sohe idea for a haoti and quirky ase fi with a dash of something that hopefully resembles poignany.
This is my first Drarry fi and my third ever ompleted fi. I hope you enjoy it.
Title is from "Invitus" by William Er Henley
Warnings: Minor inal Charater Death, Miions of Violees), a major harater starts to have a pani attak but reovers (see endnotes), Viole Fiuses
I have a few io thank. Without you, I would not have finished:
&hank you for believing in me! aime ahat you put in!
Lou: you helped me realize I ould finish it and that there was something worthy to the story
Nova: you got me out of my owo see the broader piture! With hand, this would have beei!
&rel: in? You were an amazing sounding board and heerleader. Harry and Drao would have hrough this or ended up where they did without your ruminations and prudene. You made this fi happen ao keep me mostly sahe end of it. THANK YOU! <3
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graie137: massive thanks freek myths with me.
Sarah with a hard H: my most trusted advisor, your help with SPaG was invaluable.
And thank you to everyoiipated is in the final few weeks. Your kind words helped me so very muh.
I would also like to give a huge thanks to the mods for their work ao this amazi. And for my ensions.
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Keep me from the shey have id for me,
And from the gins of the workers of iniquity.
&he wiked fall into their own s,
Whilst that I e.
(Psalm 141: 9-10, spokeisode 29, “Beyoh”)
It was a soft and subtle dark obsured ahe familiar. Harry unurled ahe lumpy mattress on the floor a his eyes skirt the shadows of his dingy ft. He’d grow, he fouo walk around and fix his m tea without so muh as a lumos. Eight mo b mo in a monotonous routine, underover in Edinburgh.
It wasn’t the Edinburgh Harry knew from previous missions or holidays. I his days in the seedy, shadowy alleys of the Travertel Quarter, establishing his alias and making oiohe Aurors had been given approval to use hetis fuises in lieu of Polyjuie, there wasn’t a reasoment to deny Harry the fielderately raved. To his omplete horror, he’d been stuk pying Ministry masot, being paraded around the senes i raids as as a familiar image to instill omfort in the masses ahe enemy.
It wasn’t uhed ahe Prophet and was alled into the Head Auror’s offie that he’d finally worked up the e to voalize his misery.
“I’m tired of beilight, Robards.” He sat ao a dejeted slouh. He sent a stern look at his superior. “I wahere making an atual differe to be doing real work.” He added a autious, “sir.”
Gawain Robards offered Harry a slight smile. With a knowing nod, he said, “I figured as muh, Potter. That—uh—interview you gave at Hownd’s Creek lete nightmare.” Rned around his desk, eyed a thik folder, aurned his gaze to Harry. “You’ve never been deep underover, I’d imagine?”
Harry ouldn’t stop himself from smiling. Taking Polyjuie as a hild to iherin dormitories did, did it? “No, sir.”
&ime of year.”
It’s not, Harry frowared at himself in the mirror. Or should he say, Edinburgh wasn’t lovely for his alias, Arhie Eversworn.
He looked mostly like himself, the mop of untidy bk hair as haphazard as ever, loo tie bak. But his fae had beeh prosthetis, altered to be quite unreognizable. His nose was muh wider, his forehead more pronouned and missiure sar. They’d doo his heeks as well, making them fuller, more rounded ahe line of his jaw somehow. The ministry teh had insisted his eye olor, but Harry ft out refused to let them.
“I barely reog is! We an leave my eyes as they are,” he protested. He’d turo Ron for onfirmation. His friend had just shrugged.
“I wouldn’t give you a seond gne,” he said.
Harry poihe frowning b teh. “See?” With relutaeh agreed to his demand, but insisted he hange his gsses from the sigo the more stylish wayfarers. Lastly had been the voal harm whih hanged his some voie to something a bit more whiny.
A pounding on his frohrough the studio. Harry rolled his eyes ao a. A familiar voie yelled