Draught of a Draught

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[gnomenclature108]

AO3

In Ouroboros, expect to encounter…

🪄 A series rewrite, divergent from the very first chapter! The dominoes fall from there… 

🐍 Slytherin Hermione (My Medusa)

🏰 Expanded world-building & lore, with a heavy focus on muggleborn prejudice, Hogwarts history, and Slytherin politics.

💚 A pesky little love triangle — featuring a possessive Tom Riddle (literal) & a possessive Draco Malfoy (figurative).

Sample of CH27, “Secrets of the Darkest Art” —

“Wands ready! At the count of three, cast to disarm only… We don’t want any accidents. One…! Two…! Three…!”

Nott belted, “Expelliarmus!” 

Only because she allowed it. What a mouthful that incantation was! Five syllables, and not so easy to pronounce. She let him choke out the first few letters before she released her own. 

Three syllables. “Protego!” Just leapt off the tongue.

A scarlet spark reached greedily for her vinewood, but it scattered against her invisible shield. The flash of light and loud crash that followed suit smothered the spell she threw back at him. 

She recalled the burn of hemp rubbing against her skin. “Incarcerous!” 

Her conjured ropes wrapped around Nott’s narrow chest, but quick as a whip, he threw his arms over his head before they could be constricted. His wand slashed down in an arc. The ties severed, falling to the floor in tatters. He snarled the same spell that freed him, aiming it at her ankles. 

Her trainers squeaked on the polished stone floor as she leapt away. That Diffindo could’ve taken her feet clean off! Enraged, she launched a barrage of Stinging Jinxes straight at his face. Enough to overwhelm and prevent him from casting on the offensive. Though he dodged and deflected, the last one landed. It bit him on the mouth, busting his lip. 

Hermione remembered that ugly black eye Nott sported last winter, and how spitefully she thought he deserved it. Her wand faltered. 

The boy was hardly phased, as though trained to bear such pains. He didn’t even wipe the blood away before his lips started moving again. The language of the incantation was not familiar, with far too many crowded vowels to make sense of. The air was sapped of all heat, yet black fire flickered to life from the absence, fanning out like wings under her feet and melting the bottoms of her trainers. Glued to the ground with tar and melted plastic, oil-black flames licked up her laces. The soles of her feet screamed in alarm. Before the panic set in, her own lips started to move; her tongue somehow untangled as a slew of equally foreign noises poured forth.

The words were meaningless to her, yet they doused the flames in an instant. Nott lowered his wand. Face bled white, the blood dripping down his chin ruby bright, he hissed, “How do you know th-”

Seizing on his shock, she shouted, “Expelliarmus!”

His wand wheeled through the air, landing in her waiting hand. Careless and smug, she tossed it to the floor. It rolled and clattered to a rest at his feet. They stared at one another for several heartbeats — Hermione triumphant, Nott unreadable. Nearby duelers had paused their own matches to watch. Not only had they gone off lesson, but both threw spells outside their expected levels of mastery. 

Instilled with fearful misery again, Nott bent to retrieve his wand, spat a globule of crimson spittle on the ground between them, and bit out, “Filthy-blooded bitch,” before storming off, parting the sea of spectators.

[kseniayahz]

█ riddle me this

[sneverussape]

the first night after azkaban

[alicedontaine]

Hermione Granger

[ernestsewell]

“What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; one day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sound of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants brass fronted impudence; your shout of liberty and equality, hallow mockery; your prayers and hyms [sic], your sermons and thanks-givings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy – a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States, at this very hour.”

— Frederick Douglass (1818-1895), from a speech given at Rochester, New York, July 5, 1852.

[hamletthedane]

I love that Les Misérables is one of the most profound and devastating historic-tragedies ever written, but also has chapter names reminiscent of a Percy Jackson novel

(iykyk on the last one)

[urkuri]

bro’s gonna be thinking about that peach forever

[victusinveritas]

[shinynewmemories]

No but the Hunger Games really said "what do you hate more- the atrocities or the people who commit them against you? Because like it or not there IS a difference. If you hate the people who commit acts of pure evil more than you hate the acts themselves, what will stop you from becoming just like your enemies in your pursuit of justice? What will keep you from commiting those very same acts against THEM when the opportunity arises? And what then? The cycle of pain and suffering will never stop. Round and round it'll go. Nothing will ever change. But. BUT. If you hate the atrocities. If you hate the vile, senseless acts MORE than you hate the people who did them to you. If you are able to see that evil is evil regardless of who does it... The cycle ends with you. No, you may never get justice. But you will never be responsible for making others, even your enemies, suffer the same crimes you have. The atrocities will never be committed by you, never by your hand. And that's the way you change the world. It's the ONLY way" and that's why I am sure it will never stop being one of the most relevant works of fiction ever created

[paper-wounds]

“If I Am Killed For Simply Living” — Althea Davis

[bellamortedits]

All I see is red

[mushroom1134]

I made my own version of Hogwarts "Doll House" style. Im a huge fan of Harry Potter ♡☆♡☆♡ currently re-reading the entire series for the 11th time :)

[levamplestat]

Did we not put the ’grr’ in girl?

[makaykirei-art]

Would you let him in? 🚪

I’m not much of a fan of analog horror because I enjoy sleeping, but I enjoyed this game so much! Tom Riddle would be such a good character in the game so I had to make my own version! I’m also still reading Blood and Gold so Tom’s in my head 24/7 🖤

#tomriddle #noiamnothuman #tomriddlefanart #fanart #analoghorror

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956

[fathermulcahyofficial]

We need more gothic fiction where men are going mad and running around in billowing nightgowns and women are brooding, byronic, and morally dubious

[momo0765]

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