Necromancer who writes fanfiction and occasionally draws some art
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Lémure – the name every child in the magical world learned to fear. With a long history of Necromancers who worshipped Death, it was only natural that people feared them, because most people were afraid of death and for the Lémures Death was sacred. They were powerful, because they practiced the Old Magics. They were respected, because people feared death and therefore them. They were old and ancient, because in death He granted them immortality.
A series of fanfiction telling the story of Tom Riddle and his Necromancer friend from their meeting at Hogwarts, through the eyes of Harry Potter’s generation, and until the end of times.
With the fourth and final part published, this series is officially complete.
Over a Cup of Tea
The Dark-Arts-and-their-Defence-Professor-slash-retired-Dark-Lord having tea with his oldest and only friend, a Necromancer. Or in short: Tom and Naenia playing cards over tea.
On AO3.
The fourth and final part of Old Magics.
Lynea honouring Yule with Murr and her friends from the Epilogue of A Touch of Death
Harry and Lynea in the Department of Mysteries from Chapter 28 of A Touch of Death
Harry and his disguise from Chapters 7 and 10 of Sticks & Bones
Lynea’s ‘new’ look from Chapter 16 of A Touch of Death
Anyone read the Pokédex entries for Phantump?
Different media – different artstyle. I had a lot of fun exploring something new with this. The accompanying fanfic can be found here.
A Stirring among the dry Bones
Phantump was distressed. The child had only survived the massacre, because Zorua’s human had hidden it in a hollow tree, but without food nor water it wouldn’t be able to survive for long. It would die and possess the tree and then it would be just the same as Phantump. Phantump did not want that.
Pokédex Entry for Phantump: According to old tales, these Pokémon are stumps possessed by the spirits of children who died while lost in the forest.
The Trio from Sticks & Bones
Sticks & Bones
Harry Potter of number four, Privet Drive, had always known he was different He could move things without touching them, could make them float in the air and fly across the room. He could make objects invisible or burst out in flames. He could make them change their appearance. He could even light fire in his hands and it never burned him. He could also talk to snakes. They liked talking to him, but they never stayed long. In short – Harry Potter had a Gift.
In which Harry is magically gifted and maybe just a bit darker and possibly a touch too indifferent. This Harry gains a different friend on the train, is sorted into a different house and ends up as part of a different trio that is certainly not golden but not exactly silver, either.
On AO3
A Touch of Death
When a Dark Lord refuses to announce his return and the Ministry decides your headmaster is just a barmy old man telling lies, what do you do? And the Dark Lord was back, he had been over for tea, after all – Lynea would recognise that face anywhere.
Well, as long as he didn’t go around murdering people, she supposed it was fine. He wasn’t even attacking Harry, despite the two of them being prophesised to clash because ‘neither can live while the other survives’ or something like that. If the Dark Lord had decided to lie low, maybe they could actually focus on more imminent threats – like the pink toad that was going around torturing students or the Necromancer family from the continent that actually cursed people for fun. But who was Lynea to judge that?
On AO3
Sequel to Blue of Blood and part three of Old Magics
Naenia and the Dark Lord from Chapter 1 of A Touch of Death
Lynea, Blaise, and the endless sky from Chapter 66 of Blue of Blood
Orcus and Naenia from Chapter 47 of Blue of Blood
A Halloween Breakfast from Chapter 26 of Blue of Blood
Tom and his twin Io, or Tom and female Tom
inspired by this post by Kakimora (@snake-queen7)
I saw this masterpiece and it inspired me to draw Tom and his female counterpart. Or his twin. Whatever she may be.
וMy poor sad kids•×
Harry and his friends from Chapter 11 of Blue of Blood
(They’re supposed to be 11 years old, but I’m kind of terrible at drawing young kids.)
Blue of Blood
Being a Slytherin wasn’t always easy. Balancing pureblood politics, house rivalries and inter-house friendships with ‘mudbloods and blood traitors’ often made for a rather eventful school life. Being related to the most infamous family of Necromancers in Britain and a close friend of the Boy Who Lived on top of that just called for disaster.
Lynea had hoped accepting her fate and serving Death would be the end of her struggles – dealing with the living was nuisance enough. So if the rest of the wizarding world could get over themselves and start behaving like responsible adults already, instead of blotching up even the simplest of tasks (and maybe stop being so bloody afraid of Death along the way, honestly, it was just a serial killer mutilating their victims) that would be much appreciated.
On AO3.
Part two of Old Magics.
Tom and Naenia in the Cave, from Chapter 40 of Lemuria, and Dumbledore and Naenia, from the Epilogue
Tom, Naenia and the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, from Chapter 27 of Lemuria
(We’ll just pretend that Basilisks can close their eyes, okay?)
Naenia and Amelia from my fanfic Lemuria
Dragons, Unicorns and Moon Frogs
Charlie sighed. “At least the Dragons understand me.” Alys laughed. “Do they?” “What are you guys talking about?” Harry chimed in. “Dragons?” “Cake.”
Or: Charlie Weasley decides to come out to his parents and it leads to a discussion where the Weasleys and almost-Weasleys explain different orientations and some gender identities to their parents, Ron and each other.
On AO3
Lemuria
He wrote his name in the air, using his wand to produce glowing letters, then changed it from ‘Tom Marvolo Riddle’ into ‘I am Lord Voldemort’. This confirmed three things. Firstly, that Tom was actually descended from the House of Gaunt and, by extension, Salazar Slytherin himself. She had suspected this ever since he had asked her about his father back in second year and then inquired about Marvolo (and then proceeded to steal her wand). Secondly, Tom hated his name – which came as no surprise because it was so very Muggle – and wanted to change it into something… more. And thirdly, Tom was, frankly speaking, delusional.
Naenia Proserpina Lémure was a pureblood, rich and a Necromancer. Tom Marvolo Riddle was a halfblood at best, poor and always got what he wanted. What Tom Marvolo Riddle wanted was respect. He wanted power. And he wanted immortality. When the chance to get all of that presented itself in one single person, there was no way he wouldn’t take it. A story about the friendship between a stoic Necromancer and a power-hungry orphan.
On AO3