nyodrite:

I have zero self control so here have three things I am writing for my ‘secret’ AO3

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Lord Voldemort, Orion mused, silently nursing his drink as he watched the red-eyed man charm his wife and brother-in-law at the same time. His gazed slid to the left, unwilling to stare long enough to be drawn into the conversation, to the wall where his other brother-in-law was standing. Alphard does not like him. 

It wasn’t a surprise nor really was it unexpected, the Malfoy’s annual gala allowed only certain people from a particular standing which for Alphard, whom took great joy in traveling and the vast variety of people he met during them, was boring at best and dreadfully tedious at worse.

Or, at least, Orion noted as Alphard deftly avoided being drawn into the conversation by his siblings in order to head towards where Orion was seated. That was the worse before this ‘Lord Voldemort’. 

Because his brother-in-law was conscious of the need to cultivate amiable relationships for future allies too much to not even attempt a civil conversation regardless of how much a particular person irritated him.

“You did not speak with him.” Orion says in place of a greeting as his brother-in-law sits across from him.

— in one world Alphard Black told Orion Black that Voldemort would lead to the fall of their House and Orion did not believe him, leading to the loss of the Black name.

This is not that world.

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The time between a voice saying “Kill the spare.” and the green bolt of magic connecting seemed to take both a long time and a short time.

The seconds went too swiftly for Cedric to regain his bearings enough to dodge, but those moments stretched long enough to hold a lifetime.

Certainly long enough for Cedric to recall his.

— in the time before death, Cedric Diggory sees his life flash before his eyes

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Once, when Charlie was young, he saw the death of a dragon. He saw the great creature docile and small, watching the skies yet resigned to never fly.

Once, when Charlie was young, he saw a free creature caged – until death finally set it free. He decided that he would not suffer such things, yet it wasn’t always easy when his definition of a cage changed as he grew.

— As he grows and learns Charlie Weasley learns that there are all kinds of cages and ways one can be trapped. He learns that, sometimes, you have to fight for your freedom even if no one can see the chains on you.

Especially when no one can see the chains.