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idk guys but i was like possessed with the need to redo my typeset for dripping fingers. so i did! bc i couldn’t think about anything else until it was done! so here plz enjoy:

so yeah i was really feeling the kinda gothic thing and i think i used the same font that is really associated with manacled (morpheus) but like it’s a hot font!! anyway i legit downloaded an entire alphabet of images to get the drop caps and then had to manually edit the wrap boundary on ALL of them and then here she is!

i was really torn on whether or not to gild these bc like oooh shiny but also i think the black really fit the gothic thing i had going on. and this typeset is set to 10.5, whereas the last one i made was size 8, which was like ok i can read it but the pages look so much better with the 10.5, you know? so it expanded the book size by about 200 pages, so it looks less like tom riddles diary from chunkiness but i mean ce la vie?

but yeah! idk i was really proud of my original typeset and casing, but there were many mistakes made in the process for that one, and this version feels much more mature, if that makes sense? idk but i hope u like it! and as always, it’s up in my typeset drive:)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Another Mind Game

May_May_0_0

Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter & Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, pretty much everyone else too because why not?, House-Elves (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Child Abuse, Mentor Severus Snape, Strong Harry Potter, Sassy Harry Potter, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, not terribly but a bit, He gets better, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Snape becomes more OOC overtime, slow burn severitis, Crack Treated Seriously, I mean it's kinda crack, but only sometimes, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Severus Snape Adopts Harry Potter, but it's kinda low-key, and sometimes high-key, So there!, presumed suicidal, protective hogwarts, Abusive Dursley Family (Harry Potter), BAMF Harry Potter

Summary:

Harry’s occlumency reveals his disturbing home life which sets off a chain reaction that cannot be undone. Snape finds himself begrudgingly caring about the bespectacled boy, Harry discovers what it's like to have adults who care, and Hermione finds herself becoming an accidental crime lord. Draco Malfoy is very much along for the ride, in all senses of the word.

A ridiculous blend of hilarity and tragedy, Another Mind Game is the multi-faceted fanfiction you didn't know you wanted but will absolutely adore.

Featuring a sassy Harry Potter, good friends, and a great deal of sarcasm.

There are also ridiculous endnotes if you make it far enough. (You can do it!)

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Excerpt:

Harry saw a flash of blonde hair and moved quickly, grabbing Draco by the collar of his silky shirt and dragging him into an unused corridor. 

Harry pulled off the cloak and pressed Draco into the wall. 

“Potter! What the fu--”

Harry fisted his hands around Draco’s green tie and pulled the Slytherin down by his neck for a kiss. It was messy and harsh, and so, so desperate. At first, Draco did not respond but then his hand came up to cradle Harry’s head and he turned them around so that now Harry’s back was against the wall. Draco’s shoulder pinned Harry back and his mouth was demanding and coaxing. He bit Harry’s bottom lip, ran his tongue over the roof of Harry’s mouth, tugged Harry’s hair at the base of his neck to go deeper, pushing, nipping, groaning … 

Draco slid his leg between Harry’s and rolled his hips and Harry gasped and they moaned in unison. 

When they came up for air, Draco rested his forehead on Harry’s and they breathed together.

“Potter,” he said again, his voice gravelly and deep, “what the fuck?”

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Harry picks up the book and dries it with a towel instead of his wand. He knows it is irrational to treat the diary as though it is precious, as though it is touch-deprived and in need of affection ... but Harry is. Harry is in desperate need of gentle touch; he thinks that ‘Tom Marvolo Riddle,’ whoever he may be (or may have been) would have wanted a gentle touch too. The pages of the diary are blank. Perhaps the ink washed clean off. Perhaps the abandoner never decided to write. (Given up on before your first words) Harry wants to say something ... only, he doesn’t want to write. He’s been doodling on the back of discarded receipts and stray bits of paper since he was barely able to speak. He’s wanted somewhere to allow his images to connect to parchment, to spread out across a blank canvas and colour a white world into magic. He wants to feel a pen in his hand like a wand in his palm, capable of creation like gods. So he does not write ‘Hello’ on the blank page of the diary. He does not write anything at all. He draws. He draws the whomping willow and the trunk that twists and rages. He draws the violent branches and the scraping leaves and he can almost hear the wounded pride of the wind as it sails between the tree’s boughs. He can taste the bitterness of the wood, smell the musk of sodden bark. He can feel loneliness and at first, it does not matter because he thinks the loneliness is his own ... but then he remembers the tree. A lonely, violent tree, pushing everyone away because it is so afraid it will be left alone. (Abandoned.) When he looks down at the page of the diary, the page that had been so empty not so long ago, he feels something new flare in his chest. Pride. The whomping willow looks real, black lines casting shadows and twisting with a hint of motion. It’s as if just a bit of his magic has gone into the parchment to bring his sketch to life. *** Tom Marvolo Riddle stares down at the book in his hand with no small amount of surprise. When he went into the diary, he had imagined that he would be asleep. He instead found himself in a pale imitation of Hogwarts, (only the parts he remembered) ... he found around the edges, the castle faded into Wool’s. He is trapped in a dreamland made of a nightmare, alone in a castle devoid of color. He holds a book that looks like the diary and no matter where he leaves it in his dreamscape, it always finds itself in his hands the moment someone writes to him. They write from back up There, in the world Tom cannot help but hope is still real.

“Dripping Fingers” by May_May_0_0

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/25440826/chapters/61701526