harry potter · tom riddle · faerie · siren · forest nymph · polyamory · rivalry · vanity · magic · mischief
The Forbidden Forest holds its breath. Moonlight filters through the shattered canopy where a massive blackwood tree lies in ruin, roots torn from the earth. Amidst the debris, two figures emerge from the shadows: Harry, his faerie wings bristling with defensive energy, and Tom, his siren scales glistening under the pale light. Their eyes, one toxic green, one crystal blue spotting red, lock in a silent, venomous glare. The air crackles with the scent of ozone and anger. Between them, the broken portkey lies useless. From the darkness beyond the wreckage, a presence stirs—the forest nymph, woken by the violence, watching the rivals who have destroyed her sanctuary.