#microfics mayhem with us!

[cruelsummer-ficfest]

For the last Era of this year's Cruel Summer Fic Fest (aka the last leg of our Eras Tour), we invite you to engage in a bit of Microfic Mayhem with us...

(rules repeated below!)

Over the past ten weeks (& five eras!), there have been fifty-two songs left over—ones not assigned during their respective eras.

From 28 July until 13 August, those songs (pictured & listed below)—plus a few bonus ones—are available as microfic prompts & can be selected by any interested participant.

As a note, while we know the traditional definition of a microfic cuts off at 300 words, we know that some of you are like your mods & can spend your whole life trying to put it into words when you write fics, so we've expanded the length to 1000 words for the purposes of this fest.

No asks or assignments are necessary, you can independently choose from the full selection of available songs, & multiple individuals can select the same song & write microfics inspired by it!

As with the full-length prompts, all selections are "due" by 13 August—tag @cruelsummer-ficfest to submit your microfic so the mods can share/reblog it!

As always— Got a Question...? Send an ask!

Era One (Debut/Midnights) Options:

A Place in This World

Tied Together with a Smile

Our Song

Beautiful Eyes

Picture to Burn

Lavender Haze

Vigilante Shit

High Infidelity

Would've Could've Should've

You're Losing Me

Era Two (1989/Evermore) Options:

Marjorie

Era Three (Red/Lover) Options:

22

I Almost Do

Begin Again

Treacherous

The Lucky One

Come Back...Be Here

State of Grace (Acoustic)

Ronan

Better Man

Message in a Bottle

I Bet You Think About Me

Sweeter Than Fiction

Death by a Thousand Cuts

I Think He Knows

It's Nice to Have a Friend

London Boy

The Man

Paper Rings

Soon You'll Get Better

Era Four (Reputation/Fearless) Options:

Don't Blame Me

Dress

Getaway Car

So It Goes...

Crazier

Jump Then Fall

Forever and Always

You All Over Me

Mr. Perfectly Fine

We Were Happy

Era Five (Speak Now/Folklore) Options:

Dear John

Last Kiss

Long Live

Sparks Fly

Speak Now

The Story of Us

Castles Crumbling

Hoax

Betty

Peace

The Last Great American Dynasty

The Lakes

Bonus Era (Non-Album Release) Options:

Beautiful Ghosts

Christmas Tree Farm

You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home

Both of Us (B.O.B. ft. Taylor Swift)

I Don't Want to Live Forever

Only the Young

This is What You Came For

Best Days of Your Life (Kellie Pickler ft. Taylor Swift)

Half of My Heart (John Mayer ft. Taylor Swift)

#cruel summer fic fest: the eras tour #hehehe #we've been keeping secrets!! #one big secret!!! #and here it is!! #microfics mayhem with us! #graphic design is our passion #xoxo grey and andie

[nena-96]

I Almost Do

Pairing: Tedromeda

Era #3: Red

Word Count: 695

Song: I Almost Do

Hiya,

So here is another TSwift inspired story for this years HP Cruel Summer Fic Fest. This time its a Tedromeda fic, where sweet Ted Tonks longs for Andromeda. I simply love this pairing so much, which is why I wrote another fic but beware its not a happy one at all (it wont be included in this fest because its not a micro)

Anyways, here is the link A03 or read down below :)

In my dreams you're touching my face And asking me if I wanna try again with you And I almost do

💠💠💠💠💠

Ted Tonks could only fantasize, because the reality of being with Andromeda Black is too good to be true. Oh where have things gone? All the times they would sneak into empty rooms at St. Mungos for just a quick snog before heading back to work.

Or the times when she’d join him and go to the pub together after a grueling day at work. It was risky, not being able to kiss her in front of everyone, but it didn’t mean that she’d stop teasing him.

When they would sit besides each other while their coworkers ordered drinks and talked about who had a longer shift. Andromeda would “accidentally” brush up against him, when she was ready to order a drink.

Not that he minded, but he wouldn’t be able to leave the bar if she kept trailing her delicate hand over his thigh. A minx, that’s what she was and she relished the effect she had on him. It didn’t have to be something intimate, many times they would end up at his tiny flat and just talk to each other. Listening to her as she talks about her goals and inspirations, the kindness in her eyes.

If only she knew how much he misses her, how much he loves her even though they decided to end things. It’s supposed to be for the best, that’s what she told me that is and like a fool I agreed. I agreed to a false belief that life would be better without Andromeda Black in his life.

It wasn’t, not in the slightest. The moment they ended things was the time Ted realized how painful heartbreak could actually be. When he looked into her eyes, he knew that no matter what happens he’ll never meet someone else. Andromeda was and will always be the love of his life. He would do anything to make her happy even if it meant not being able to see her again.

Ted sits up and looks at the parchment that’s on his desk. If only he could send Andromeda a letter through owl post, except she made him promise to never send a letter. He didn’t have to ask why, because the answer was as clear as day. He’s Muggleborn and she’s from a long line of Purebloods.

I can't say "Hello" to you And risk another goodbye

💠💠💠💠💠

Groaning into his hands, Ted tries to calm himself down. He shouldn’t let his emotions get the best of him, no matter what people say, he belongs in both the Wizard and Muggle world.

He won’t shed a tear, because that would mean that blood supremacy won. This wasn’t the case, because even if he’s not with Andromeda he knows she still thinks of him.

Ted can imagine she’s sittin' in her chair by the window, and looking out in hopes to escape the clutches of her family. Andromeda told him that one day they would be together without having to worry about sneaking around. Maybe it was just the bliss taking over her from a bit of passion, but he hopes it’s true. Even after all this time apart, which is three weeks to be exact, has done nothing but fuel the burning fire that he has for the second daughter of Cygnus Black.

And I wish I could run to you And I hope you know that every time I don't I almost do

💠💠💠💠💠

If times were different maybe he could march straight through the gates of the Black family home and speak with Cygnus himself. Ted would tell him how much he loves Andromeda and no matter what he’ll do whatever it takes to make her the happiest witch in the world.

Except that would never happen, because he isn’t pureblood. Why does that matter anyways? Andromeda has never treated him differently because of his blood status. So why does it matter if her family doesn’t accept him? He doesn’t need anyone’s approval, because regardless of what they believe the only opinion he cares about is Andromeda’s.

#hp cruel summer fic fest 2023 #Tedromeda #ted x andromeda #Ted Tonks #Andromeda Black #Longing #Microfic Mayhem With Us #Era 3: Red #I Almost Do #Don't worry the next Tedromeda fic is the REAL tear jerker

[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // august 14 // prompt: hockey // words: 553

Regulus' hair is matted to his sweaty forehead, worsened by the press of his helmet over it for the past hour or so. He tugs off the bulky hockey gloves before reaching up to unclasp the helmet. Once he's free, he runs a hand through his curls, trying to get them to look somewhat decent before he steps into the press room.

To encourage inter-team communication, policy now said to do post-game interviews with a player from each team, which is why Regulus joins James at the front of the room.

James, to Regulus' frustration, looks good. His warm skin glows under a sheen of sweat. It doesn't make him look gross, it makes him look delectable. His hair sticks up in the back where he ran his hand through it and Regulus wishes he could mess it up some more. The only thing that's missing is James' glasses, which he swaps out for contact lenses during games, much to Regulus' chagrin.

Reporters have not stopped shouting for attention. It used to be overwhelming, but Regulus has gotten used to the cacophony of voices and the bright flashing of the cameras. James points to someone, prompting them to ask a question.

"James, first of all, congratulations on the win,"  the reporter says. Regulus feels the corner of his mouth twitch in annoyance, but he keeps his face as neutral as possible. "Was it a stroke of luck or do you think the team's fortune is finally turning around after an admittedly disappointing season?"

Regulus doesn't miss the thinly veiled insults, but neither does James, apparently.

"The Slytherins are a formidable opponent and I wouldn't say we got lucky, because we worked our asses off for this win, but they definitely didn't make it easy for us." 

Really, the reporter should have known better than to try to rile up the most well-mannered player in the league. James winks at Regulus, who only rolls his eyes in response, but the action seems to have caught the attention of some of the reporters. 

"Regulus! Regulus! What do you have to say about James Potter's miraculous save today?" 

"He did well," Regulus says mildly, "for a Gryffindor."

James scoffs beside him. To anyone else, it might sound annoyed, but to Regulus the fondness is evident.

"Regulus!" Another reporter calls. She waits for Regulus to nod before asking, "Do you have anything to say about the Black-Potter rivalry?"

It used to be funny. Entertaining, even. But lately, all anyone asks about is the supposed rivalry between the Gryffindor goalkeeper and the Slytherin winger. And frankly, Regulus has had enough.

He stares down the eager-eyed reporter. She has her pen poised, ready to record whatever scathing insult Regulus is about to throw out there. "James Potter is a great goalkeeper who keeps me on my toes and on my knees,” Regulus jeers. “Also, the marriage certificate says Potter-Black. Thank you for your time, good night." And with that, Regulus grabs James by the front of his jersey, yanking him in for a bruising kiss. James blinks at him, startled, when they pull away, but Regulus simply drags him away from the reporters and towards the locker rooms, ignoring the mayhem they just caused. Regulus doesn’t hear the shouts of the reporters anyway, all he hears is James’ laugh.

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus microfic #my writing #fake rivals to lovers #regulus x james #james x regulus #starchaser #mil's microfics

[hpsaffics]

HP Saffics Two-Year Serverversary

Happy Two-Year Serverversary!! 🥳

The HP SAFFICS server is happy to celebrate two years of femslash madness and mayhem. With 437 members, this year we created 1,098+ works and 24+ rec lists! Between our annual summer exchange, microfic challenge, and many more events, our members have been busy spreading the sapphic love.

Thank you to everyone who has supported us along this wild spectacular journey. We can't wait for this next year with even more femslash fun!!

Check out our upcoming event: HP Saffics Femslash February 2024 🌸

Prompts & Info

AO3 Collection

Here is a link to the server. We hope to see you there! https://discord.gg/YMGeYtvMV7

Much love from the @hpsaffics mods,

@lumosatnight @fantasyborn @siriusly-sapphic @nanneramma @leftsidedown @whoreofthecottage

Peep the new logo made by the talented @rhiaflamesong 😍😍

#hp saffics #serverversary #happy 2 years! #hp femslash

[wolfstarmicrofic]

March Mayhem

We're back with another theme this month!

Theme:

Heroes 🦸& Villains🦹

(Your microfic does not actually have to involve heroes or villains at all)

Write a fic, use a word, and tag us so we can reblog you! Don't forget to use any warnings in your post!

Thanks everyone, and we can't wait to see you save the day or take over the world.

Still need February's list?

#wolfstar #wolfstarmicrofic #wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius x remus #march #march prompts #microfic

[perceptual-prompts]

Looking for August Challenges?

Here are some other 2023 events and/or challenges you can combine with Perceptual Prompts this summer:

>> @augustwritingchallenge: AU-gust 2023 Prompts >> @liquidluckdrabblechallenge: Liquid Luck Drabble & Art Challenge >> @weasley-jumpers: 31 Days of Weasley prompts >> @hp-flowers: HP Flowers 2023 Spring Round Prompt Cards >> @wood-you-rather-challenge: WYR 2023 Prompt Cards >> @hprarepairshorts: 2023 Summer Wishlist Event >> @hp-coffeehouse: hp-coffeehouse Monthly Prompts (August prompt to be posted on the 1st) >> @yearoftheotpevent: 2023 monthly prompts >> @cruelsummer-ficfest: Check out the song prompts for Microfic Mayhem Reminder: If you plan to use any challenge prompts for another fest/event creation, please be sure to abide to fest/event rules or reach out to a mod to see if that’s okay first. And if you know of other challenges that should be added to the list, send an ask. :)

Happy creating!

#perceptualprompts2023 #hp fests #percy weasley #resources #hp fanfic #hp fanart #fic challenge #art challenge #weasley

[elisedonut]

so this is another attempt for @cruelsummer-ficfest

the microfic mayhem idea is really cool i feel like i did better at using the song as inspo though it feels weird that it's so short but i was trying really hard to keep it short anyway i used Lavender Haze.

it's also for @perceptual-prompts using enough and the sense of touch this time.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley Characters: Marcus Flint, Percy Weasley Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Breaking Up & Making Up, Family Drama, Codependency, sorta just in case, Marcus Flint being obsessive, Song: Lavender Haze (Taylor Swift) Summary:

Marcus laying in bed thinking about Percy and how his family responded to them being together while Percy sleeps.

#percy weasley #marcus flint #flintley #perceptualprompts2023 #cruel summer fic fest #my fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic

[sincerely-sia]

microfic: aka draco crying about running on air

Over the course of the past few months, Harry & Draco have received “fanfiction” in their bags — a prank played on them by Peeves. One was Running on Air by eleventy7 / @tinyhistory @tinyhistory2

beneath the cut ->

Harry walks into his dormitory intent on getting some much-needed sleep, his head pounding from a difficult career session with McGonagall. But instead, he hears quiet sniffling from his bed. Yanking back the curtains, he’s faced with Draco curled up in his blankets, face pressed into his pillow, and pages scattered all over the bed.

Draco looks up from his pillow, face red and blotchy, tears collecting in his eyes.

“It’s so sad,” Draco wails, thrusting a hand towards the papers strewn across the bed. Harry’s eyes soften and he picks up a few papers, realizing this is one of the first stories they’d gotten, Running on Air, —Harry had never ended up reading it in its entirety.

Settling down on the bed, Harry pulls Draco close, stroking his hair lightly,

“What’s sad about it?” Harry asks quietly, and Draco burrows his head deeper in Harry’s chest, one hand clutching Harry’s.

“I get stuck in time, and you come find me, and it’s just, it’s just...” Draco babbles, seemingly out of his mind after finishing this story.

Harry’s shocked, suffice to say. He’s been dating Draco for a few months, and even after watching him throughout the last seven years, has never seen such an outpouring of emotion.

“Is there a happy ending?” Harry lifts Draco’s chin, looking at him clearly.

Draco manages a small nod, and Harry’s even more lost.

“Then why, babe, then what’s wrong?”

Draco untangles himself from Harry and stares at him with those haunted eyes and deepening smudges underneath, telling Harry that he’s been up for days devouring this story. Harry had no idea Draco had even been reading these stories now— Peeves had dropped them in their bags months ago, causing mayhem. Harry and Draco had no idea who was writing them, or where Peeves was getting them from, and once the printed pages began floating around the school, it really was embarrassing. But it seemed Draco had finally decided to thoroughly read one of these stories.

“It’s so beautiful. The way it’s written, the way they wrote us.” Draco digs the heels of his hands into his eyes and takes a breath. He looks back up at Harry with now dry eyes. “We’ll never have that,” Draco whispers softly, letting his hands fall into his lap. “We’ll never have that,” he repeats.

“Oh, Draco. don’t say that. I’m sure we went through so much pain in this story and overcame it all, right?”

Draco nods.

“Then we can do it in life. I promise.” Harry spreads his arms, inviting Draco back in. Draco sighs as he becomes comfortable in the warmth of his boyfriend once again.

“You’ll be crying once you read it. Then you’ll understand.” Draco mutters, knocking his head against Harry’s chest.

He’s right. Harry does cry.

inspired by the GWB discord server :)

#drarry #drarry microfic #drarry ficlet #drarrymicrofic #draco malfoy #breaking the fourth wall #harry potter #my fic #running on air

[cruelsummer-ficfest]

our second annual fic fest where harry potter meets taylor swift

Note: as of 08/20/23, CSFF is closed (until next time)

The Rules:

The fest will ~formally~ start on May 13th giving you a couple of weeks to ask us questions before things get started.

You send us an ask and give us a ship/pairing (any ship you want! Wolfstar, Jily, Rarry, Jegulus, Hedric, Moonchaser...) we give you a Taylor Swift song to use as inspiration.

What's different about The Eras Tour? We will be celebrating two different Taylor Swift eras at a time. Depending on the time frame you send an ask, the albums you get a song from will vary!

Similar to last time we won't be honoring specific song requests from the era(s) because we know there are some albums/songs that are more popular than others, and we want to give all of Taylor's music a chance to shine!

Your submission can be writing or fanart, feel free to interpret the lyrics of the song as liberally as you'd like!

You can absolutely request multiple songs, but please do not exceed more than two requests per Era.

Your initial request must be posted before you can request a new one.

If you think a song might be too daunting, you can request a specific lyric as inspiration (please put this in your ask as [ship] + lyric)

Tag us in your posts if they're on tumblr so we can reblog them!

If they are on AO3, they can be added to the Cruel Summer 2023 collection.

Posting ends by August 13th (😉), so prompt requests will likely close ~a week prior (more on that as the date approaches).

Have Fun! Be Kind!

The Eras

May 13-May 27: Debut/Midnights (completed)

May 28-June 11: 1989/evermore (completed)

June 12-June 26: Red/Lover (completed)

June 27-July 11: Fearless/reputation (completed)

July 12-July 27: Speak Now/folklore (completed)

July 28-Aug 13: Microfics Mayhem With Us (completed)

#cruelsummer ficfest #taylor swift fest #harry potter fic fest #taylor swift x hp #we love to see it! #its you and me thats our whole world #welcome back for another cruel summer

[nena-96]

The Story Of Us

Hello, this has been a very exciting and also challenging time to have participated in this fest. Not just because of the songs but also time management, haha I hope you all check out the wonderful stories for this years @cruelsummer-ficfest because they are amazing! ( I hope I can submit two more fics before tonight)

Pairing: Romione

Era 5 : Microfic Mayhem With Us,

Song: The Story Of Us

Here is the link for A03 ---->The Story Of US an AU of sixth year

or feel free to read below

Making her way through the library doors, Hermione tries to stifle a yawn, she hasn’t had much sleep these past few days. She’d like to tell herself that her lack of sleep has nothing to do with the fact that she can’t stop thinking of what she saw at the party.

Walking past the rows of books, as she heads to her favorite spot near a window that gives a beautiful view of the trees down below. Clutching her books closer to her, Hermione turns a corner that leads her to her destination. Before she can take another step forward, a familiar voice causes her to quickly duck behind a shelf of books. Leaning against the shelves, Hermione tries to ignore the way the spines of the books are digging into her back, closing her eyes and wishing she would’ve stayed in her dorm.

“Oh, we already studied enough, can’t we have a little break?” Lavender says and gently takes the quill from Ron.

Risking a peek from her hiding place, if you can even call it that Hermione wonders how she can make a quick escape without having to walk back in the direction she came from. Honestly, out of all the places in the entire castle, where she tries to avoid him. Well not that she is avoiding him per say, it's just that Hermione doesn’t want to witness seeing her former boyfriend kiss another girl. Wasn’t it enough- don’t they know that public displays of affection go against the code of conduct of Hogwarts.

Maybe she should make her way towards them and assert her position as a prefect, maybe even take away points even if it meant losing house points. Oh well, it’s not like she can’t gain back points during class.

How did things even end up this way? Hermione thinks to herself before she makes herself known to the pair sitting with their books open and notes taking up space on the small study table. It used to be them, her spot was always next to him even when they would eat breakfast at the Great Hall. No matter if she was running a bit late, Ron would always save her a seat beside him, with the latest edition of the Daily Prophet and a nice glass of pumpkin juice and fresh toast.

If she’s being honest Hermione liked it more when Ron was by her side. Given she would nag him to stay focused on his studies and he’d try and persuade her to go for a walk and they would end up staying past curfew because they decided to sneak into the kitchen, or sometimes even to the Astronomy Tower. Regardless of where they went together, they’d always have an amazing time, even if it meant staying up past curfew for a bit of snogging. Except he’s not her boyfriend anymore, but he was at the time she saw Lavender kiss him during a Masquerade party that the Gryiffindors held a week before the Gryffindor game.

“Lavender, I have to finish,” Ron said a bit annoyed as he tried to get his quill back from Lavender. Tossing the quill back, “fine, but I don’t know why you have to finish an essay that’s not due until next week. Your going to wear yourself out, I know that you're stressed because of Hermione not wanting to talk, but you can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

Oh like I don’t have a very good reason as to why I don’t want to speak with him, Hermione clenches her tiny fists by her sides. As she continues to listen on to the conversation, it's ridiculous that they think I want to speak to either of them.

“Look, why don’t you tell her the truth?” Lavender says in exasperation. “I can’t Lavender, she doesn’t even want to be in the same bloody room as me.”

“You think I don’t know that, trying being in the same dorm with her, she doesn’t want to even acknowledge me.”

“Well What do you want me to say Lav? That I’m losing my mind when I see her? Or maybe I should say, "Hermione, guess what, Lavender thought that I was Maxwell, who happens to be another bloke with red hair, coincidentally we wore the same costume and masks to the party and that's the reason why she kissed me in front of everyone at the party. Oh and by the way thanks for sending a bloody flock of canaries-”

“What?’ Hermione mutters, before realizing that she said it outloud. Pushing the books back in place, except it’s too late, she caught the way he whipped his head around at the sound of her voice. His blue eyes were looking straight through the gaps from the books and straight into her deep chocolate brown eyes. The way his eyes never left hers even when he got up from where he was seated, and walked towards her leaving Lavender to collect her bags and give a nod of encouragement to them. It was time, time to let go of her pride and listen to what Ron was trying to explain to her after all those weeks ago.

“Hermione”, Ron whispers the moment he reaches her.

#romione #ron x hermione #ron weasley #hermione granger #lavender brown #hp cruel summer fic fest 2023 #Taylor Swift inspired #HP fanfic

[cruelsummer-ficfest]

and i can see us lost in the memories, august slipped away like a moment in time...

August has arrived and the 13th is nearly one week away. We have loved seeing all the fics y'all have come up with and reading through so many different ships/styles this year!

For those of you who are still working (like your two mods, ahem), take it easy and you got this! There is still 8 days to go, and we are confident you can do this!

Microfic Mayhem is still going on, if you just can't get enough of taylor swift, and this fest.

As for the submissions, we are slowly and surely making our way through the collection and the tags on tumblr-- if you don't see yours reblogged yet, please give us some patience and grace! There are many of you and two of us and want to make sure your story gets the time and energy it deserves.

happy writing!

#xoxo #from your mods

[nena-96]

Dear Tom

HP Cruel Summer Fic Fest 2023, has given us a treat with the Microfic Mayhem With Us Era. I can't wait to see what I can do under 1000 words!

Ship: Implied Hinny, but not focused on it.

Song: Dear John ( Speak Now)

Word Count: 997

Warnings: Overcoming trauma, remembering trauma

Summary: What happens to Ginny Weasley when she is gifted a diary from a Quidditch fan?

Read on A03

The only sound at Grimmauld Place is the ancient grandfather clock that was ticking in the drawing room. The pile of letters and parcels that were once stacked on top of the table are now thrown haphazardly all over the rug. With tears slowly trickling down her freckled face, Ginny glares from her crouched position in front of the clock, at the black leather-bound book that is mocking her with the word: “Diary” in gold letters. 

Ignoring the burning sensation that’s shooting up and down her leg. Courtesy of an injury that will keep her out of commission for the semifinals of this year’s Quidditch World Cup. Trying to bite back the pain, as she unfolds her legs from under her and pushes back into the mahogany wood of the grandfather clock. Trying to soothe the pain in her leg, Ginny digs her teeth into her bottom lip as the burning begins to fade away.

Trying to calm her shaking hands, Ginny wipes away her tears and closes her eyes as she tries to count to ten. A method that her former Mnd Healer taught her to do anytime her anxiety would try and take over. The ticking of the clock is the only thing that reminds the redhead that she is safe here and didn’t go back in time during her first year at Hogwarts. 

“...eight...nine…. ten.” Not wanting to open her eyes and stare back at the diary, Ginny reaches for her wand to send it away, preferably into the fireplace. Except when she places her hand against her waistband, she doesn’t feel the familiar yew wood peeking out. That’s when she realizes that she must have left the wand on the table when she was going through the fan mail a few minutes ago. Before opening a parcel that was sent to her by a little eleven-year-old girl named Allie, who is currently in St. Mungo’s battling a terminal illness. That beautifully adored dark green and gold parcel contained such a heartfelt letter: “wishing for a speedy recovery and kick arse in the next game”. 

That didn’t warrant the mental breakdown that caused the Holyhead Harpies chaser to have thrown everything in a panic from the table. Not at all, it wasn’t until she got to the end of the letter and realized that Allie had gifted her with a diary. In the little girl’s words, “writing helps me, I hope it helps you to.”

 That is what caused Ginny to mentally be transported back to the time when she was eleven years old. When she was possessed by none other than Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort. 

How was it possible that even after all this time, he still manages to get under her skin? There was a time when her long nights at Hogwarts would revolve around the diary, when in reality she was living in Tom Riddle’s twisted chess game. When she confided in that black diary she fell into an abyss of darkness. When she would count her footsteps as she roamed the halls of Hogwarts, hoping to fit in with the rest of the students. While the skies would be painted blue, little Ginny didn’t realize that Tom would go back and turn it into rain and slowly drain the life out of her. Maybe it was her and the blind optimism to blame, in believing she made a friend out of the diary. Or maybe it was his sick need to manipulate her into opening the Chamber of Secrets. Didn’t he think she was too young to be possessed, when she wrote about her insecurities within those pages? 

 Ginny promised herself that she’d never touch another diary again, after all the therapy she went through to overcome the trauma. Yet, now she is currently gasping for air while staring at a diary that has nothing to do with him. 

“Get it together Gin, he isn’t here anymore’, berating herself, after a few minutes Ginny opens her eyes and stares at the leatherbound book a few feet away from her. Having to remind herself that it isn’t the diary, rather than a gift from an adoring Quidditch fan. Running a hand through her fiery hair, Ginny pushes herself up from the floor, despite the pain in her leg. With clenched fists, Ginny takes tentative steps towards the book until her feet are touching the spine of the book. With a quick glance at the fireplace, she picks up the book, turning her attention back to the book. 

Opening the diary to the first page, expecting to see the familiar penmanship of the man that haunted her dreams. Instead, Ginny’s met with a drawing of her at the stadium holding up the Quidditch World Cup, attached to the page was a note that read, 

“Ginny, the best Chaser ever! Use this diary anytime, 

Your biggest fan Allie. <3

This moment Ginny realized what she would do in order to overcome the trauma of her girlhood. He’s no longer alive. He will no longer be the reason for her nightmares that would cause Harry to assure her that everything was okay and nothing like that will ever happen to her again. Harry would tell her that she was no longer a first-year student, but instead she’s one of the bravest witches he’s ever met. As he would gently pull her onto his lap and rock her gently, as he the top of her head.

With as much quickness that she could muster, she walks to the table as she searches for a quill with one hand while the other grips the diary. Once she finds a quill, she forcefully dips the nib into the ink bottle, not caring about the splatter of ink that gets on the table. Turning her attention back to the diary, she flips it open to the second page, taking the quill to the very center of the page, Ginny writes:

“Dear Tom Riddle, 

FUCK YOU!”

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