The sun has started to peek out from behind the large cedars of the Forbidden Forest, a burning halo that crowns the pine-coloured peaks above them. Hermione gets lost in the colours for a moment, shielding her eyes with one hand against the blinding shine.
“Where are we heading?” She asks, following Tom down a narrow passage of slippery mud. He looks over his shoulder at a particularly steep place to see if she needs a hand, but Hermione ignores him and descends the path without help.
“We should be close. There’s a clearing not far from here,” Tom says. They make their way deeper into the forest side by side, twigs snapping under their boots.
When an author says they are going to post on Thursday but it’s been three months:
When you try to decide between contacting the author anonymously or with your real username:
When you type a billion different asks and you don’t know what to say because you don’t want to annoy the author cause you love them so much and you want to be friends and for them to know you are their biggest fan and your grammar sucks and you don’t know if you sound loving or mean and–:
When you ask if the author if they are okay:
When the author responds that they are having a big case of writers block but–
(and you say that to be encouraging because you want them to know they can do anything cause they are super talented and you love them)
When someone posts a mean review or messages the author anonymously something rude:
When the author starts to post again:
When the author starts posting more than once a week:
When the author writes a very emotional chapter:
When you are just so proud of the author for getting through their writers block and for continuing to write and so happy they share their talents for free to the world and you get to go on the journey with them:
A nice reader asked for my fancast for Altered State Death Eaters so here they are. But tbh this is an old moodboard I made because my Abraxas is now Nurchie’s incredibly dreamy version of him: https://www.deviantart.com/nurchie/art/Tachycardia-910731063
forAltered State by ginnyruin Chapter 28 Siren Part IV:
The fingers in her hair stiffened, and Voldemort firmly shoved his hard thigh between her legs and leaned into her.
She gasped in shock as she quickly leapt to her tiptoes, her tall heels leaving the floor, as she tried to avoid the maddening pressure at the apex of her legs. Even with the slightly increased height, she was forced to look up at him in dismay as he towered over her.
“Anywhere else bothering you?” She squeezed his hand as her eyes roamed anxiously over his form.
Holding her hand still, he brought her palm up to his torso against his rapidly beating heart.
Chest tightening, she gently twisted her hand out of his grasp as her heart sped up. “You’ll need a healer for that. Tachycardia and arrhythmias are beyond my ability.”
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She begins to feel drowsy and heavy. Is this the second time she feels sleepy here? Good God. Does she find the presence of the most atrocious politician in this country… soothing ?
She wants to laugh.
She must be really, really drunk.
And she swears to Merlin she has only closed her eyes for one second.
This is why I read Tomione…for the tender moments, like this one. It’s so beautiful!! <3
FromChapter 28 Siren IV: She recalled how, when she was feeling terribly lonely, she would conjure several of her comforting bluebell flames to dance about her, reassuring her of her magic, and her place in this world.
When Voldemort had looked back at her for that very short moment before stepping through the door, the bright moonlight had landed upon his eyes at the perfect angle, illuminating them flawlessly — beautifully.
They had been an electrifying, unguarded blue — like the darkest edges of her nostalgic bluebell flames. Poignant and raw.
Something undisclosed had lingered in those eyes, arrested by time, before they shifted back to the colour of blood, glinting at the edge of a blade.
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Hermione deserved a perfect rose in bloom. The variety of red he cultivated here matched the gorgeous crimson robes she had worn when he’d first met her. Despite the cold, he felt strangely warm, like the world had gotten just a little less bleak.
He walked around the meandering paths, dismissing several of the roses for their minor imperfections until he found the one he needed. With his magic, he cleanly sliced the rose off from its bush and levitated it in front of him, inspecting it from every angle. Tenderly, he grasped it by the stem and tilted his nose towards it to make sure its fragrance was as potent as the rose was exquisite.
The extremely talented and lovely artist, Nurchie brought Abraxas Malfoy to life, and he’s gorgeous! There are not enough words to describe how thankful I am! <3
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A corner of Voldemort’s lips turned sly as he drank in her shattered expression. “Why are you lying to yourself?”
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I’m really excited to share this second amazing art piece created by the super talented artist, Nurchie. I’m in love with every single detail and I can’t stop staring at Tom and Hermione! Forever thankful to receive this ♥️
His face was carefully blank, but she could tell fury was brewing beneath the surface as his jaw tightened.
Voldemort walked in and clicked the door shut with a finality that rattled her bones, despite how softly he had closed it. A storm looked ready to be unleashed and cut her to the bone as he watched her with impenetrable eyes.
“My, my…haven’t you been a very busy girl tonight,” he said quietly — completely devoid of emotion.
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I have been really excited to share this absolutely beautiful art that the wonderful and super lovely artist, Nurchie created for Altered State! It depicts the confrontation at the door from Chap 26 Siren Part II. Beyond thankful and ecstatic to receive this. I can’t stop admiring all the details!
She felt him sensually trail his right thumb down to graze the sensitive skin of her wrist. Her eyes followed his every movement as he encircled her wrist gently and held the pads of his index and middle fingers against her wildly fluttering pulse. Her skin burned against his as she slowly inhaled his scent of warm wood and bergamot.
He turned slightly towards her, eyebrow quirked. He lowered his smiling lips closer to her ear and breathed, “Hermione, are you distracted today?”
He didn’t immediately get a reply, so he turned to watch Hermione’s expression. Her lips were slightly parted as she watched the swirling vortex of magic. The violet energy illuminated her alluring dark eyes, where he could see a fire burning within its depths.
He recognized that expression — that look of enthrallment. He imagined he looked the same when he came across something that excited him. It was the first time he’d actually seen that look on another.
It was hunger — hunger for the secrets of magic. His secrets.
Six years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Auror Hermione Granger activated a mysterious dark object, which unexpectedly sent her decades into the past.
The year is 1966, and Tom Riddle, now known as Lord Voldemort, returned to British wizarding society after a decade-long absence. Under the pretense of securing the DADA teaching post, he returned to Hogwarts to conceal one of his Horcruxes, Ravenclaw’s Diadem. However, the coveted position had been stolen a week before his arrival by an intriguing witch. As manipulative schemes emerge, tension builds into a ruinous obsession.
