This work has been in the making for almost a year, with me stopping several times because of grappling with J.K Rowling's increasing nastiness and how remaining in the HP fandom feels more and more yucky. But if there's one thing I really really dislike, it's an incomplete project. So this, Methods of Humanity by local_doom_void is my final salute to fanbinding Harry Potter fic, at least for the forseeable future.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter & Voldemort, Harry Potter & Tom Riddle | Voldemort Characters: Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Nagini (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Sane Voldemort (Harry Potter), Identity, Identity Issues, Professor Tom Riddle, Professor Voldemort really but the tags..., Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Book 2: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Horcruxes, Mentor Voldemort (Harry Potter), Parent Voldemort (Harry Potter), not biologically but in ways that matter, Parseltongue, Sassy Nagini Series: Part 2 of Methods of Humanity Summary:

Tom Riddle was never taught how to understand children. Learning from scratch didn't seem proper, but it seems to be working so far.

man thank you for this post, I didn’t even know there was going to be a number 2! I’ll be excited to see this one…

17. Any OC OTPs?

Okay ngl OC OTPs are my shit. You can do whatever you want and they are BY DEFAULT CANON, you do not have to worry that the creator will misrepresent a relationship you really identify with because YOU ARE THE CREATOR. HAHAHAHA

Mirie/Ría

I need to figure out what’s going on with these guys actually. Their setting has become a lot more nebulous. But they are my tragic couple -- they try, they try so hard, but circumstances are outside their control and there is only so much they can do -- they don’t function as a couple in isolation (who does?), they need other people to link out to, but they’re both fairly solitary by nature, and ... well ...

Aime/Ien

ADORABLE WIVES. YES. The City by the Lake is their story. I don’t have much general about them, but I have one very clearly-laid-out scene:

A group of travelers arrive in a town, mostly on foot, but with a few horses and pack animals. They’re disheveled, dusty, exhausted, dressed mostly in cloth and well-worn leather armor, with a few flashes of metal. One of them -- Aime -- picks up her pace, joining step with the leader and catching her arm; they exchange a few words quietly.

Whatever the exchange, Aime immediately brightens -- she straightens, laughs, slaps the leader’s shoulder, and sprints down a side street without another moment.

Cut to Aime sprinting headling down a cliffside path; there’s a wooden safety fence but not much else for safety. She’s grinning uncontrollably and yelling a name, over and over, until the path widens out and she comes to a broader mini-plateau. There’s a stone-walled cottage with a thick garden: flowers, climbing plants on trellises and covering the walls of the cottage themselves, bushes and herb clusters. There’s another wooden fence surrounding the cottage, with a gate, but the traveler doesn’t care: she vaults the gate without slowing down, still yelling. Another woman -- Ien -- runs out of the house. She pauses, then springs forward, just as Aime collides with her; they hug, kiss, laugh -- Aime is home and they are both so happy

Farmer/Talespinner

By Season and By Sun. This is the one story I have that’s entirely dedicated to relationship, and it’s great, and I like it a lot -- it ties into my feelings about home, and traveling, and family, and distance, and it’s good and I’m very fond of it.

Arkhe/Keyeh

Birdwiiiiiiives okay okay okay I love these two. So much. They’re so cute. They’re a bonded pair of scarlet macaws -- Keyeh is Arkhe’s second mate, after eir first was killed by an eagle. They love each other so much. SO MUCH. They have a nest with three eggs and one independent subadult child, and they are so happy.

Then their patch of forest gets trashed, and much of their flock is killed or scattered; Keyeh (and a few other survivors) are netted and caged, while Arkhe is trapped under a fallen tree branch with a broken wing. By universe mechanic, the trauma forces Arkhe into a human form; she’s very upset about this and on a warpath to rescue her and get her real body back, not this disgusting squishy wet flappy naked thing with senses that are either suffocatingly dull or horrifyingly intense