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AN ARUNDEL TOMB harry potter; harry potter hoteldenouement ______________________
DISPLAYED IN CHICHESTER CATHEDRAL, a monument rests. Figured carved from marble lay upon a cold tomb, their hands resting upon the other in a forever silence. Though their names are lost to time, their love lived on in one piece of art.
Jaimie didn't know their story. She had never been one for statues, or tombs, or cathedrals for that matter. They were old and stuffy and usually all about dead people, and honestly, she preferred to spend her evenings thinking about things that weren't death.
There was a prophecy, once. A story of who could defeat the Dark Lord. It spoke of two; a boy, born as the seventh month died, and another — born of a false traitor, who would live to follow through that legacy, who would become the traitor their parent never was.
Jaimie didn't know that prophecy. She had never been one for those, either. They were also old, and they were rigid and unforgiving and frankly, Jaimie had already spent so much of her life being told what to do, and she had no intention of letting someone else's plans define her now that she was finally old enough to start making her own choices.
Enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Jaimie finds herself somehow drawn to three friends. She would be lying if she said she didn't see the way the teachers arched their eyebrows and the way that grown ups whispered when they saw her laughing around the famed Boy Who Lived — but Jaimie was used to whispers behind hands and funny looks coming from people that barely knew her. She knew how to ignore them. She knew how to forge her own path.
Yet as the years pass and her friendships grow to something unshakeably solid, those arched eyebrows turn seemed tinged with heartbreak and something strangely close to pity.
After all, the prophecy is clear. The defeat of the Dark Lord depends on this. It relies on a betrayal, and it only ends one way.
Neither can live while the other survives.
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JAIMIE WILDE
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what will survive of us is love
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TIMELINE philosopher's stone — the deathly hallows
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AN ARUNDEL TOMB ( started — mid 2020 first published — 29th september 2024 completed — ??? ) hoteldenouement
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a/n: jaimie is my child and i love her. she's been living in my drafts for literal years, but i think its time to dust this story off and let you take this journey with her — and oh boy, it's going to be a journey :) i hope you enjoy it!
