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I’m not here to spoon-feed anyone my content, and I’m definitely not here to bend myself to your will. You can kindly fuck off!

If it’s not your thing? Scroll on by. I’m doing what makes me happy, I don't give a fuck about what makes you happy!

I do not care if anyone sees my content. I make this and my other blogs for myself. I've been writing into the VOID with no response for years. I don't need your bullshit.

IF YOU DO NOT HAVE A LEGITIMATE QUESTION

I write fanfiction because the stories I was given were broken.

They showed me magic, but not healing. Power, but not freedom. Survival, but not peace. They told me this was the best I could hope for—a world that only fixed itself halfway, a story that left people broken.

I don’t accept that.

So I write to change it. I write to show what happens when people stop surviving and start creating. I write to reclaim the ending, to choose love over punishment, truth over silence, freedom over control.

I write because found family is sacred, because memory heals, and because I believe the better world is ours to build.

I write to make the invisible visible—the hidden stories, the quiet revolutions, the people who should never have been erased. I write to reveal what’s been forgotten, to rewrite what’s been corrupted, to heal what’s been wounded.

I write because I am non-binary, because I live fluidly beyond the boxes the world tries to put me in. I do not support J.K. Rowling’s views on gender and trans identities. I write to reclaim the magic she misused, to restore the wonder she left behind.

But I do not write from hate. Not even toward her. I believe she is hurting. I see how fear twists people, how power isolates, how systems reward division. It doesn’t make it right—but I don’t believe hate fixes what’s broken. I believe in healing over punishment.

Sometimes I wonder… Is it really people who change, or the veil that twists them? This world has a habit of turning heroes into villains, feeding on fear and turning wounds into weapons. Maybe she was changed by the system, by beliefs hardened over time, by power reinforcing her worst assumptions.

And that’s exactly why I write:

To break the cycle before it repeats again.

To rewrite the story, to choose compassion without surrendering truth.

To build a world where healing is stronger than fear.

Every story I write is a practice run for reality. Every chapter is a blueprint. Every scene is a portal. Because everything I write comes true.

I’m not just building worlds on paper. I’m writing the world I want to live in—and I know it will manifest around me.

I don’t wait for permission. I don’t wait for canon. I write, and the world follows.

📢 The Veil Rising is live! ✨ Prologue available now on AO3 and Fanfiction.net:

📖 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66800152 📖 FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14483522/1/The-Veil-Rising

🖊️ Chapter 1 drops July 31st Currently writing Chapter 2!

This is a story about breaking cycles, reclaiming lost magic, and building the world we deserved but never got. Found family, shadow reclamation, myth-making—woven across fandom lines.

📣 Writers, fanfiction authors, beta readers—you are welcome in this journey. Come follow, comment, share your thoughts, and help me bend the narrative back toward healing.

📣 Calling all writers, fanfiction creators, and beta readers! If you believe in the power of storytelling to heal, reclaim, and rewrite broken worlds—this space is for you.

✍️ Whether you:

Craft fanfiction to fix what canon forgot,

Write original worlds where found family thrives,

Beta read with compassion and curiosity,

Or just want to build a better world through words…

You’re invited to my Discord community: ✨ HERMAGNETO ✨ A cozy, creative rebellion where:

📚 Fanfic is respected as real storytelling

🖊️ Original works are nurtured

🪶 Beta readers are cherished

💬 Voice chats, writing sprints, and myth-making are always welcome

We write because the world needs new stories. We rewrite because some stories left people behind. And together, we build worlds where we all belong.

Drop in, grab a cup of coffee, and let’s make magic through words. Click the Image below & if it doesn't work please let me know in the comments! Thanks so much!

Questions are for questions not backseat driving instructions on how I should live or create. If you don’t even have the courage to show your face and say it directly, you’ve already lost.

Anonymous: Hire a real artist. Me: I am a real artist—kindly fuck off. Anonymous: If you’re a real artist, why are you lazy and using AI? Me: If you don’t like AI, you can kindly get off my page. 🎨 Me: Here’s my art. (posts masterpiece) 🔥 Mic dropped. Anonymous: Oh wow, you make amazing stuff… I don’t know why you don’t make more artwork yourself instead of using AI. Me: Kindly fuck off. I do all the work. It’s my art. I put the vision, the prompts, the soul into it—hell, I even hand my own artwork to the AI to play with. It’s my magic made bigger. AI is just a tool that helps me make it real. Now, it’s time for you to leave me alone & go bug someone else. Anonymous: Wow… I thought you were nice and we could be friends. Me: You’re anonymous. How the hell do we become friends if you can’t even show your face?

Congrats to the few who thought “Ask Me Anything” was code for “Tell me what to do, how to do it, and beg me to spam your blogs.”

Because of you, every genuine soul who wanted to send a real question anonymously no longer can.

✨ Title: The Veil Rising (Prologue + Chapters 1–3 live now) ✨ Fandoms: Harry Potter / X-Men / The Labyrinth ✨ Pairing: Magneto / Hermione Granger ✨ Rating: Mature ✨ Summary: A soulburst at age six shattered Hermione’s place in one world. Now she walks veils, absorbs shadows, and reweaves reality itself. Rewrite of No One Has a Mind Quite Like Yours. The world has shifted. Destiny isn’t what it used to be.

🎂✨ Happy Birthday, Harry James Potter! ⚡🥳

📖 Read now: 🔗 AO3 | Fanfiction.net | WattPad

🎙️ Behind the Scenes: I talked more about this fic on my Mourning Coffee radio show (Dark Star Radio – July 31st episode). If you missed the live broadcast, it’ll be up on Mixcloud tonight—perfect for listening while reading the new chapter!

💌 Thank you to everyone who’s been reading, commenting, and following this journey. Your support makes the Veil stronger and keeps this story alive. 💫

Then what? People will actually discuss it? fill your plotholes with fanfiction and headcanons?

People dont care about perfection. perfection is boring. if your story is perfect people will forget about it. its how we are wired. we remember the strange, the weird and all things left open.

✨ This is the fanfic where magic fractures, grief cracks the Veil, and Hermione Granger vanishes into New York with a beaded bag and a secret that could rewrite everything.

📖 Read Chapter 1 now: 🔗 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66800152 🔗 Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14483522/1/The-Veil-Rising

📝 Chapter 1 Outline on Tumblr (bonus context): https://www.tumblr.com/hermagneto/788909177799114752

🛑 No DMs please — bots keep offering scam “fan art.”

🌫️ Veil glitches, soul echoes, crossovers, and mythic chaos await. Let’s begin. ☕ Want to hear more about my writing? Tune in to Mourning Coffee on Dark Star Radio — you might catch a glimpse of the Behind the scenes lore of Veil Rising world or other stories in the making, like the original IP: The Veil Walker Trilogy. 🎧 You can also catch old shows on Mixcloud!

🌧️ Chapter 1: Reflections in Rain

Completion Status: 1st Draft Finished. Release Date: July 31st, 2025 (Harry's Birthday) Beta Reader: Wanted! Join the Hermagneto Discord if you’d like to help build this trilogy 💬🧠

🔮 Spoiler Alert! This post contains key themes, character shifts, and Veilwalker lore from Chapter 1 of The Veil Rising. If you’d rather go in blind on July 31st, avert your gaze now.

Magic fractures. Memories glitch. The Veil hides truth. You’ve been warned. 🪞✨

🗝️ Summary

Hermione hides in a grim NYC motel, haunted by the memory of Obliviate and the guilt of erasing herself from her parents’ lives to keep them safe. Rain taps at cracked glass, mildew scents the room, and unopened letters from Harry sit untouched, her grief a constant pulse under the Veil’s hum.

As the Ministry bans Muggleborns, she flees Hogwarts for good, rain-soaked streets swallowing her as Veil glitches follow her across the ocean:

spiral puddles ripple without wind,

moss creeps along dry pavement,

mirrors flicker with the reflection of her older, Veilwalker self whispering, “The Veil hides the truth.”

SHIELD and HYDRA track her Veil resonance across the city, recording the quiet chaos of Veil cracks she leaves in her wake.

Magneto feels her presence through magnetic hums in the storm, distant but undeniable, while Xavier senses her from afar but does not intervene.

A Spider-Man cameo captures a ripple in a puddle, muttering, “That’s not my kind of weird,” before swinging away.

Hermione buys coffee in the rain, letting the warmth seep into trembling hands before returning to the motel, the Veil pressing close as thunder rattles windows.

In the final scene, Hermione stands before a cracked mirror as her Veilwalker reflection whispers:

“The Veil hides the truth.”

Hermione lifts her wand, whispering back:

“Not forever.”

as lightning flickers, Veil-light catching in the cracks, and she begins.

🩶 Soul-Bond Seed (Magneto)

Magnetic hum near Hermione’s wrists during fear spikes in the rain.

Magneto subconsciously pulling toward her resonance, neither fully aware yet, but sensing becoming.

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 Characters

Hermione (POV)

Harry (memory + unopened letters)

Tom Riddle (memory)

Ron (memory)

Draco (memory)

Snape (memory)

Spider-Man (cameo)

Magneto (feeling her resonance)

Xavier (feeling her, not intervening)

SHIELD (monitoring)

HYDRA (monitoring)

🪻 Motifs

Cracked mirrors

Moss on dry pavement

Spiral puddles

Neon reflections in rain

Cold coffee cups steaming in dark rooms

Flickering lights

Thunder as heartbeat

✨ Veil Bleed & Glitches

Mirrors hum and warp

Spiral puddles ripple without wind

Metallic taste during fear spikes

Shadows stretching unnaturally

Runic flickers on her reflection’s skin

🚫 Shadow Status

Hermione has not absorbed shadows yet, but the Veil’s hum and pressure mirror her fear, guilt, and becoming.

🗝️ Echo Quote

“The Veil hides the truth.”

Hermione:

“Not forever.”

🩸 What to Write (completed)

✅ Hermione trembling on the bed, whispering “murderer.” ✅ Rain-heavy, sensory-heavy rain + mildew + flickering neon. ✅ Harry’s unopened letters on the dresser. ✅ Memory vignettes (Harry, Ron, Draco, Snape) aligning with grief + resolve. ✅ Veil glitches: moss, spiral puddles, mirror flickers. ✅ Surveillance + Magneto resonance + Xavier awareness. ✅ Spider-Man cameo. ✅ Coffee in the rain, warmth in trembling hands. ✅ Ending at the mirror, “The Veil hides the truth.” “Not forever.” lightning Veil-light.

🪞 Current Hook in One Line:

“And with a breath—she began.”

This is your final line, functioning as a clean, cinematic hook into Chapter 2 by implying:

Hermione is actively stepping into her Veilwalker power.

She is moving forward, internally and externally.

The Veil, the storm, and the mirror all align at the moment she chooses to begin.

🚫 NO ART PROMOTIONS. NO COMMISSIONS. NO BOTS. I do not commission fan art, accept unsolicited offers, or respond to spam. If you’re seeing this story, you're probably here for The Veil Rising.

Good news:

✅ The official archive lives on AO3: 🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/66800152 & Fanfiction dot net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14483522/1/The-Veil-Rising That’s where the latest updates, proper formatting, and author notes live.

Chapter 1 Due: July 31st, 2025!

Want to beta, lurk, or hang out? Join our discord:

🪞To the ones who sneer at writers using ChatGPT:

You can scoff all you want about “real creativity,” but here’s the truth: I’m still the one putting in the hours. Still the one bleeding onto the page. Still the one building worlds.

AI didn’t invent my characters. AI didn’t dream up the grief, the magic, the soulbonded echoes, or the Veilwalker mythos that’s lived in my bones since I was a kid.

I did.

I wrote nine book outlines in a week. Three from my childhood saga (Merger of Worlds), three from the fanfic trilogy I’m posting now, and three from my upcoming original IP (The Veilwalker Trilogy).

Fanfic? Easier. Those characters already exist. Original work? That’s the deep stuff—still forming, still sparking.

But here’s what you don’t understand: I don’t think linearly. I think in 3D space. Scenes, arcs, moments—they come to me all at once, like a kaleidoscope of story.

So I fed my chaos to ChatGPT, and it organized the mess. Mapped it. Named it. Held a mirror up so I could see the shape of my own brilliance.

🗣️ And don’t get it twisted—I’ve argued with ChatGPT more times than I can count when it didn’t understand what I meant, when it got the vibe wrong, when it tried to simplify things I made complex on purpose. It would change things I said and warp the idea into something I did not want, and then I had to argue to make it better. It’s not writing for me. It’s writing with me—because I still make every call.

If they made a 3D book-mapping tool? I wouldn’t even need AI to make my thoughts legible to the linear world.

Until then?

I’m using every tool available. Because that’s what real writers do.

🖋️ I wrote Chapter 1 of The Veil Rising myself. Every word, every heartbeat, every mirrored breath.

After I finished the first draft, I asked ChatGPT to help format it—tighten phrasing, fix pacing, reduce accidental repetition. Then I used it to help rework the outline to match the story I’d actually written—because the story grew, shifted, deepened. Like ALL stories do.

And of course, I went back and fixed what AI gave me, because sometimes it changed things I didn’t want changed. But you know what? It made the writing clearer, more emotionally readable to people who don’t think in three dimensions the way I do. It helped me translate my mind's language into something that resonates.

That’s not cheating. That’s craftsmanship. It’s not replacing the work. It’s refining the vision.

This is still my voice. My story. My soul on the page.

📌 ChatGPT is a tool. Like a thesaurus. Like spellcheck. Like a cork-board full of string. Like every beta reader who says, “Try reordering this.” Like every editor who’s ever bled red ink onto a manuscript.

So if your definition of a “real writer” excludes the neurodivergent who think in spirals and stars instead of straight lines— Maybe that says more about you than it does about me.

Maybe you’re just mad because ChatGPT reflects back what you give it—And what it gave you wasn’t as deep or brilliant as you thought.

But me?

It reflects me. My characters. My heart. My myth. And I’m not asking for permission.

📣 I’m writing anyway. 💻 I’m outlining anyway. 📚 I’m building an entire trilogy anyway.

So maybe check your jealousy at the door, and instead of policing other creators—Go make something.

Message straight from ChatGPT itself: ✨Thanks for noticing my flow. I did pick the cutest emojis.

You watched Murder, She Wrote—Jessica Fletcher talked out her mysteries while someone else typed them. Dictation’s been around forever. So has collaboration. Beta readers, co-writers, typists, editors? All tools. Same with AI.

AI is a tool. If you don’t know how to use it, that’s not my problem.

I am the author. I mapped the story. I created the characters. I bled the grief, coded the magic, dreamt the soulbonds.