This was the song that I listened to (on repeat) while writing Day 274 of Not The Same River, Not The Same Man (4k, M.)
The mudblood scar was faded and familiar upon her skin. A new word had been freshly etched alongside it: whore.
The one shot is available to read in AO3 now.
Not The Save River, Not The Same Man
Dramione/Tomione, M, 4K, One Shot
Now published on AO3
The building pressure in her abdomen felt treacherous, but there was little point in guilt. The man she left 89 days ago would not be the same person now.
That was the price of playing with the past. She unstitched the fabric of her future with every step that she took. Its threads spooled beneath her feet.
[CW: Non-con due to identity issues, memory loss, implied torture.]