NOTHING HAD CHANGED.
I WAS THE STUPID ONE AGAIN.
I WAS THE GIRL WHO NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHO SHE WAS TO PEOPLE.

CAROL RIFKA BRUNT, TELL THE WOLVES I'M HOME.

I am destroying myself so other people can't. And it's the worst kind of control, but it's the only one I know.

PRELUDE!

Once someone's heart gets too heavy from the pain,

People don't scream, or cry anymore

— they fall in a roaring silence.

A vicious and malicious silence that slowly tries to choke you, encircling its arms around the skin of your neck, digging its claws in the sensitive flesh. And like a lamb, like a prey, your body starts giving in to the undescribable pain, passing the mantle to a soul that will be the only resistance left before sinking into the darkness. A soul that can either be reduced to nothingness, or vehemently battled with.

The rotting of my flesh, unfortunately, was concealing a mighty warrior that continuously led the battle against this silence, bleeding, quivering, hurting, but still fighting.

Tirelessly.

I don't know if it was a good or bad thing that my soul was still battling against this parasite, but the one thing that I was sure of was my fatigue.

Oh how tired I am.

Because this battered and bruised body did not want to give in either. Killed and resurrected multiple times but still standing on that bridge, looking back and looking forth, wondering which side would finally bring me solace.

A solace that came with two different heavy prices.

EXTENDED SUMMARY!

See the butterflies?

How they fly effortlessly in harmony with the nature,
Against the wind in your dreams?
Freedom flows through them.
But,
Do they not remain prisoners of this Earth?

Icarus wanted to brave his freedom,
and he burnt his wings.

See the humans?

How big and strong they are
How they have tamed the nature
How they have created prestigious civilizations?
Autonomy flows through them.
But,
Do they not remain dependent on a body that weakens them?

See the planets?

How they revolve around the same centre without colliding... how they are held in the void in a bewitching waltz? The law of attraction leads them into complex steps. But... doesn't every dance come to an end?

Now, see the Sun?

How its presence makes us happy and its absence makes us hope for better days... how do billions of atoms work every day to release this dazzling glow? But... doesn't all light fade away?

Everything comes to an end,

Everything dies,

Everything disappears,

Even the Sun.

Do you understand?

Nothing is free,

Nothing is independent,

Nothing is eternal.

We are all cursed.

Indeed,
Amari Gryffindor was cursed.

The darkness lurks in all of us.

That alter ego that we try so hard to suppress.

Does suffocating it make us better people?

Humans for centuries have wanted to detach themselves from their original bestiality. They have stood on their two legs, built shelters, tilled the land, developed language to express their thoughts. They killed the animal in the human being.

But... did they really do it?

Is it really possible to kill a part of yourself?

Humans fear being compared to the animal, they reject it.

Is it for the sake of emancipation or singularity?

No.

Humans are afraid.

They are afraid of their animal part. They are afraid of it because it is an unchartered territory. It is no secret that humankind is afraid of the unknown.

Over the centuries, animals have embraced their bestiality, they have become accustomed to it, but humans? They have neglected it, and now call all those who do not reason like them "animals".

Who is the savage between the one who is fully himself, and the one who has gone against his nature?

Amari Gryffindor was the kind of person who put everything into perspective, who saw life in grey. She had known darkness ― she had dealt with it in her early years. She also knew the tug of war between being entirely herself and letting herself go.

Is she really cursed if this malediction makes her rock on a dilapidated bridge?

The bridge of humanity, the two ends of what human beings are and what they tirelessly aspire to be.

What is evil without good?

Good without evil?

Everything is relative.

Perspectivism may not be the key to everything, but it allows us to take a step towards the right path.

But there is not only one right path, and Amari will learn this the hard way.

❝ are you... practising your pick-up lines on me?❞

HARRY POTTER / THE BOY WHO LIVED

❝i don't need you to tell me what to do, snape. i'm godric gryffindor fucking heiress. ❞

AMARI GRYFFINDOR / THE HEIRESS

COPYRIGHTS!

unless stated otherwise, all the graphics are my property.
the harry potter characters and locations belong to j.k.r*****g.
any other original characters and their backgrounds belong to me.
plagiarism is not tolerated, and i will report you if you do so.

TIMELINE!

the prisoner of azkaban / the deathly hollows

MYSTIC
tasnim osorio (hogwarts legacy)

EMPTY SKY
andressa santos x newt scamander

SIN STAINED BONES
seira shah x sirius black

SLIPPERY LEGEND
blaze singh x cedric diggory
CURSED
amari gryffindor x harry potter

🪄 fifth (sixth?) time that i bring back CURSED, hope it will stick around this time. the story will be darker than i originally planned because i can't write a completely cheerful thing. it has to have blood, to be gruesome, grotesque (you got the idea). love at first sight from one side and slow burn? yup yup. simp harry? yup yup. cocky and clueless amari? yup yup. hermione getting annoyed of them? yuuup.

🪄after playing hogwarts legacy, the idea of linking my two hp characters came to mind, so CURSED is part of the TANTALEAN TRIALS series.

🪄 TRIGGER WARNINGS ― blood, gore, sexual topics, alcohol use, strong/vulgar language, violence, mental illness. please read at your own risk!!

01/01/2025 ― ???

© ADONYSIAC ― IZIA™