Appetence-- defined as an attraction, a natural affinity, or an instinctive desire. A cosmic sort of bond that clouds the mind until all thought is consumed by that singular point of infatuation.
When Voldemort divines what Harri Potter truly means to him all those years ago in the graveyard, a festering sort of obsession begins. His horcrux. A part of his split soul, crafted from his marrow, magic, and might-- his very own damning appetence.
He knows what has been kept from him, what rightfully belongs at his side, and he wants her back.
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14 Jan 2021
Voldemort attacked the Potters on Samhain, but the Killing Curse didn’t rebound—it was absorbed. Voldemort went on to crush his remaining resistance and has since dominated the magical world. Harry has been hiding in plain sight, but it seems that even his pseudonyms can’t escape fame for long.
Some might argue that memory is eternal, and it's only our ability to retrieve those memories that fades and is lost.
Of course, magic has a solution for that, too.
Over the course of his life, Harry kept finding objects which he could never force himself to part with.
- Part 23 of NW14 Does Halloween
Harry discovers the magical world when he meets Tom Riddle during the summer after his sixth year at St. Brutus.
Soon he finds himself kidnapped without any knowledge of how to fight against magic. But he wouldn‘t be Harry Potter if he didn‘t try anyway.
Cassy fiddled nervously with her fingers as her name was called. She distanced herself from the first years clumped at the entrance to the Great Hall and shuffled up to the sorting hat. It was an old raggedy thing, and she winced at she shoved down on top of her head.
"Hmm," a small voice spoke suddenly in her ear, "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, ah my goodness, yes. And a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting... So where shall I put you?"
“Not Slytherin, please not Slytherin.”
"Not Slytherin, eh? Ah, I see that Mr. Malfoy has made quite the impression on you. Well, I can’t have just one student ruining the whole house for you.” Cassy began another feeble protest, but the voice cut her off, “None of that, none of that. My decision is final.”
Accompanying the sinking feeling in her gut, the hat opened the seam ripped into his brim and announced, “SLYTHERIN!”
In which Cassiopeia fails at persuading the sorting hat, and things turn out very differently.
- Part 1 of My Female Harry Potter Works