Axradae
Fandoms
- The 100 (TV) (1)
Recent works
-
All I Need Is To Get In Between Your Sheets by murphamyandclexaforever (Axradae)
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
23 Mar 2016
Tags
Summary
Bellamy is too big for girls, Murphy likes a challenge.
Recent bookmarks
-
Whispers in the Castle by aspionage, BinteMuhammad
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
08 Jul 2024
Tags
Summary
While trying to escape from Dudley and his gang, nine-year-old Harry Apparates himself to Hogwarts instead of the roof of his school. Thrilled by his magical surroundings and the lack of vindictive Dursleys, Harry decides to blend in amongst the students so he can stay in the castle forever.
Meanwhile, Severus tries to make sense of a new, tiny first-year whose name he can't quite place.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 38,929
- Chapters:
- 11/11
- Collections:
- 9
- Comments:
- 423
- Kudos:
- 11,114
- Bookmarks:
- 2,470
- Hits:
- 102,974
Bookmarked by Axradae
18 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
When Harry blows up Aunt Marge, Dumbledore decides he can't be left to his own devices in Diagon Alley for the whole of August and sends him to stay with the only person available - one highly displeased Severus Snape. Harry, for his part, doesn't think this summer could get any worse. After all, what could be more unpleasant than living with Professor Snape?
Finding out that Draco Malfoy is also staying at Spinner’s End, of course.
None of them know how they'll survive a month in each others' company, but they might just come out the other side with something they all need the most: a family.
Series
- Part 1 of A Patchwork Family
-
Tags
Summary
Two years have passed since Snape adopted Harry and Draco, and their lives only grow more tumultuous. Between Voldemort’s return, Umbridge’s reign of terror and the general drama of being fifteen, it’s a miracle that Harry’s keeping it together. Despite all of it, Harry would still count himself lucky. After all, he finally has a family...
Until long-buried secrets threaten to destroy everything that he, Snape and Draco have worked for.
Updates weekly.
Series
- Part 2 of A Patchwork Family
-
Tags
Summary
Just before his eleventh birthday, Harry is found in a dark London alleyway. He is subsequently taken to stay in the home of one Severus Snape until he begins Hogwarts. Harry isn't quite sure what possessed him to agree to this arrangement, and Severus has no intention of allowing Potter's unfortunate progeny to get under his skin, but this is a Severitus fic, we all know how it ends.
-
Tags
Summary
Harry wasn’t supposed to disappear. But he did.
And he didn’t go alone.Now three runaways are rebuilding something old and powerful, tucked behind ancient wards and crumbling stone of a much too sentient manor.
There is hope in the walls, truths in the shadows, and a war still waiting for them just beyond the gates. But here, in this half-ruined corner of the world, they are choosing something different. Peace, power, and each other.This is a story about found family, quiet healing, unexpected love, and what it means to stop surviving and start living. Even if the cost is everything they left behind.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 232,941
- Chapters:
- 52/52
- Collections:
- 11
- Comments:
- 1,128
- Kudos:
- 3,053
- Bookmarks:
- 1,145
- Hits:
- 88,692
Bookmarked by Axradae
10 Mar 2026
Bookmarker's Tags:
Bookmarker's Notes
Favorite quotes from fic:
Yes, Tom Riddle had become a monster. There was no question about that. But the more Harry watched, the more complicated the truth became. Dumbledore wanted him to see a cold, calculating child already halfway to evil and a man who was a monster, someone born wrong. But Harry didn’t see that. Not really.
He saw a boy who had grown up in a crumbling institution that barely qualified as shelter. A boy who had never known the warmth of a real home, who learned early that kindness was a liability and power was his only protection. Tom hadn’t just been manipulative, he’d been cornered, and clever enough to survive it.
Harry remembered learning about the lead-up to World War II back in primary school. By the time Dumbledore visited that orphanage in the memory, the world had been teetering on the edge of catastrophe. Funding for places like Wool’s Orphanage would’ve dried up even more than before, leaving children to live off whatever scraps they could grow or steal. Rations. Disease. Constant fear. That kind of upbringing didn’t breed compassion, it bred survival instincts sharpened into weapons.
And when Tom came to Hogwarts—when he finally escaped all that—he would have been given everything he had once only dreamed of; a bed of his own, three proper meals a day, warmth, safety, magic . It must have felt like heaven. But then summer would come. And they’d send him back. Back to the grey walls, the empty bowls, the cold nights, the silence thick with resentment and cruelty. Maybe Hogwarts felt more like a mirage to him than a sanctuary. A beautiful illusion he couldn’t keep.
Maybe Dumbledore wanted him to see Tom Riddle as a cautionary tale—a boy born evil, doomed from the start. But Harry saw something else; a boy the world broke long before he ever broke anyone else. And that thought sat uneasily in his chest. Because if monsters were made, not born… then maybe it wasn’t just Tom’s fault. Maybe it was the fault of people like Dumbledore who sent a boy back into a burning London when he could have offered protection.
But sometimes, late at night, when the world was quiet and Harry was left alone with his thoughts, he remembered that small, sharp-faced boy sitting stiffly in a grey room, clutching control like a lifeline. And he wondered how close any child might be to slipping, if the world pushed just hard enough.
Because monsters weren’t always born. Sometimes, they were built. Brick by brick. Silence by silence. And Harry wasn’t sure what frightened him more—that Tom Riddle had once been just a boy like him, or that maybe, no one had tried to save him before it was too late.
Sometimes, putting things into words made them feel heavier, not lighter.
And Snape… Snape seemed to know exactly what Draco needed. Harry had overheard them once, their voices low, Snape saying firmly that Draco was old enough to make his own choices now. That if Narcissa and Lucius disapproved, then it was something they would have to live with. Draco didn’t need to mold himself into their image anymore.
It struck Harry then, more than ever, how true that was—how good of advice that was. He didn’t know what it was to have parents, not really, but he knew enough to understand that if someone loved you, truly loved you, they tried to understand you. They didn’t break you down, reshape you, or force you into something you weren’t. They met you where you were, and they stayed.
“Even if we love someone,” Harry said fiercely, “we should never change who we are in hopes of earning their love back.”
Merlin. That was it, wasn’t it? The ugly, simple truth. His whole life had been bent around that lie—every bow of the head, every perfect mark, every cruel word he’d spat at others. All for them. All to prove he was enough. And in the end, it had hollowed him out so completely that leaving had been the only way he could breathe.
Harry’s voice didn’t relent. “Do things because you want to, not because they demand it. Love Percy if you want. Stay with us if it means you can finally breathe. To hell with the Malfoy name. To hell with their expectations. In the end, Draco, you’re the one who has to live your life, not them. When they’re gone, you’ll be left with only what you made for yourself.” His lips quirked, sad but certain. “I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather wake up next to Neville every day than shrink myself to meet my relatives’ expectations.”