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It's Sneak Peak Monday, so have a sneak peak at the first scene of the update.

Disclaimer: The update is still in revision, though larger edits are wrapping up and polishes are beginning. More info in the tags, but thank you for being kind and patient these years. The road to this update has not been easy.

LUMOS: "Lethe"

Summary: …we all fall down.

Hermione

August 10, 2003, 9:00 p.m.

Static blitzed through her mind. Shrieking. Pounding.

“Tell me, Hermione. When did it start?” 

There was salt water on her lips. Seeping out of her eyes and ears, clogging her throat and nose.

George watched across the tent, seated and folded over with his elbows on his knees. The band around his arm was burnt like the rest of his fatigues; the rank marking—the General’s rune—scorched away like nothing more than a petty vanity title. Now, his identifier was fire. Was damage. Was smoke.

He had gone right for the kill, blast the consequences.

Carter knelt, interrupting the length of space between them. Narrow eyes, a bouquet of  weathered wrinkles between her brows.

Hermione opened her mouth to reply, and the deep sprayed out with her voice. 

Carter dodged back. It splashed her soaked pyjamas, the tin bucket in her lap. George flinched at the sound of it landing. 

Every particle of her vibrated at a slower rhythm. 

But she managed to speak: “I don’t know,” she said, and her breath was frosted and white, out of place against the heat in the healer’s quarters.

Carter clenched her jaw, reached forward to mop at the mess with a damp towel. “Try.”

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut.

At first, it was flashes of white, and ice through the thick metallic tearing.

Ice fracturing beneath her skates.

Pond water up her nose.

Grey. Black. Wet and red on the ground.

Screams shaking the cobblestones and windows breaking in shopfronts. Barn owls dying in their cages, bricks whipping past her head like bits of hail.

Bodies thumping to the ground.

Clanging.

“Hermione.” Carter leaned in.

Hermione opened her eyes, looked up at the floating lantern jar. The rays bent and undulated, as if there were fathoms of ocean over her head, between them. 

Outside the tent, goblin drums beat songs of war and mourning for an impossible quest come the morrow. And yet George was here, spending these last hours on worry. Behind Carter, his gaze was a tangle of desperation—pleading.

The tears flowed from her eyes in unnatural sheets, the salt in them stinging.

“There was the alley—” she choked.

Yes, it had gotten worse after the alley. Exponentially so. She could admit that, now. Could trace the little signs.

George’s eyes were latched to hers, the intensity in them dizzying.

She blinked.

For a terrifying moment, he was a stranger. 

A man–grizzled, tall, brimming with manic emotion she couldn’t place.

She blinked again.

George. It was George—of course. Of course. And that was fear on his face. “I’ve made it worse,” he said, but he was talking to Carter. “I can’t help her—it’s too—”

Her gaze seemed to lunge, tunnel deeper, and snatches of sound and pain feathered against her consciousness. The sensation of a frigid, wet lump plastered against his chest. Voice shredded from screaming for help. The need to hold on to her—to—please, no—not Hermione—he hadn’t the strength—

Another blink, and her mind slipped from the rush of foreign sensations. George grasped his forehead as he searched her, panting. “No, Darling,” he rasped, face strained. “Not that way.”

Hermione raked in a breath. Only a fraction seemed to find her lungs. “I didn’t mean to—”

What? What was she saying?

“Tell me about Diagon,” Carter pressed. “You’re lost, Hermione. You must find your way back to us. Retrace your steps.”

She would try. Hermione peered at the lantern, gasped through the waters, and reached towards the light.

“It felt like the world was ending,” she said. “Again.”

There was a universe of pain in that word–again. To face the unimaginable requires great courage. But to face such a trial more than once requires great love–for that is the only thing strong enough to keep the feet moving when the head knows what lies before it.

How hard it is, to love a world which seems intent upon ruination.

[protectgeorgeweasley]

Where has Treesap been?

Waving signs, mostly. Editing. We are finally on the last day of the update’s content, after which we just have the polishing round.

To make up for the long silence, how about a (teeny, tiny) sneak peak gets posted here on Monday?

Please stay safe and warm, everyone. It’s rough out there. My heart is with you. 💜🧡

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Tell me what democracy looks like?

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Hello! I just want to put a lil message saying I love your fic and appreciate everything you create 🥰

Would you consider allowing Lumos to be made into a podfic? And would you allow personal handbinds of it too?

What a wonderful question.

Presently, I am fine with such things, so long as they are not done for profit/no money is exchanged. 💜🧡 [That line is important to draw for the protection of fanwork as a whole]. 🫶

I would likely cry over it, honestly [in a good way].

Thank you so much for reading. 🧡💜

[protectgeorgeweasley]

Progress was recently paused for the last while as I fought the flu. [Or whatever awful respiratory illness that was.] Hoping to make more progress this week!

[protectgeorgeweasley]

It’s been two years since you posted a chapter. Are we getting closer to getting something published soon?? I’ll take anything, even a sneak peak!!

You all are incredible for being so patient. I was drowning a bit at work [and to be honest, floundering at the state of the world] for a little while, but a great deal of editing [at a pace I have not been able to work at in ages] has taken place over the last several days! I’ll provide a more concrete page count/progress update soon. 💜🧡

I am not opposed to sneak peaks, but I am also partial to changing bits and pieces up to the very last second, so…maybe. 👀

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How pernicious is hope? If all we are in this life is Sisyphus, trudging up the hill with blistered hands and aching backs, then why do we do it?

I must conclude that there is something in the work that we crave. Some higher reaching, beyond the burden, that sings to us.

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there are millions of people in the US and elsewhere who still care about integrity, helping their neighbor, and fighting prejudice and oppression.

do not let tyranny make you believe that all hope is lost. do not let them make you believe that our collective capacity for change doesn't matter.

tyranny relies on compliance. positive change relies on the integrity, the dedication, and the kindness of everyday folk.

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[TO CLARIFY: I was not teaching in 2020 through 2022. So, in case anyone was wondering, “Gee, how did Treesap manage all that work and 20k a week?” No. No, no.

Writing this fic and being sad took up most of my time during that period.]

Got through what was easily the busiest term I’ve ever handled as an instructor. The last several weeks were…a lot. I don’t talk much about my job on here, mostly because I want to keep those buckets separate in my head, but this semester was rough in so many ways.

Finally have time for editing again, so I’ve been chipping away at it, one page at a time! I’ll likely start posting page updates [x/y total number], so you all can see where in the process I am more specifically. But, I’m taking this week to softly transition into that work with small goals and sprints rather than marathons, since I may’ve overdone it at my job.

[protectgeorgeweasley]

Sometimes, you’re editing, and something just hits you like, “Oh wait. I forgot that fog occludes* things.”

*in vision, not occlumency

[protectgeorgeweasley]

Got through what was easily the busiest term I’ve ever handled as an instructor. The last several weeks were…a lot. I don’t talk much about my job on here, mostly because I want to keep those buckets separate in my head, but this semester was rough in so many ways.

Finally have time for editing again, so I’ve been chipping away at it, one page at a time! I’ll likely start posting page updates [x/y total number], so you all can see where in the process I am more specifically. But, I’m taking this week to softly transition into that work with small goals and sprints rather than marathons, since I may’ve overdone it at my job.

[protectgeorgeweasley]

Still working.

Here is a song:

[protectgeorgeweasley]

Still editing! <3 Got the base editing goal done on the section I selected last sprint, and I have another chunk picked out for this next week or two.

Up to my eyeballs in work for the outside job, but doing my best to balance everything. 🫂

Please, please stay safe and well. 💜🧡

[protectgeorgeweasley]

I have many words, none of them sufficient. I’m sorry, friends.

If you are also grieving, know that I am grieving with you.

For now, we remain. We continue to work. We care and love and do what good we can. We will embody “relentless,” even in the face of great shadow. We will acknowledge the exhaustion that work entails.

We will not know when to quit, because it’s not in our nature.

Today, may you be stone, or fire, or the sound of rain on the cracked windows and thunder shaking the ground. Whichever is needed, may that you become.

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Got a larger draft chunk shared with the beta team today! It's half a week late, but progress is happening! [This chunk may end up in the second half of the 2003 finale, but as I have yet to make a super-firm decision on ending the chapter a bit earlier than outlined, it's good to have written now.] [I know, I know. I'm extremely indecisive, but it's hard to make a call before I see a bit more of the whole thing laid out and what each option would look like. If this section does end up in the second part, I promise it's not effort wasted. It just means I'd need less time for drafting the second half of the finale later.]

My goal for the next week and a half to two weeks is to get as far as possible in revisions on the content that is guaranteed to be in the next update. I have a plot point in mind, as well as a stretch goal. I'll be chipping away at it each day, in between real-life job shenanigans. [Please be gentle. I know it's been forever and a day, but I promise, I am working hard.]

I hope October is treating you well. <3 Please enjoy a warm drink of your choice for me.