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DENIAL (2016)

DIRECTED Mick Jackson WRITTEN Deborah Lipstadt (book), David Hare (screenplay) MUSIC Howard Shore CINEMATOGRAPHY Haris Zambarloukos STARRING Rachel Weisz, Tom Wilkinson, Timothy Spall, Andrew Scott, Mark Gatiss, Jack Lowden, Alex Jennings

Perhaps the most baffling part about this film is that this even occurred at all, and that, in 2017, we are still surrounded by those denying some of the worst atrocities contemporary culture has seen. 



It had been so simple, really.

Go back.



The scrawl on the inside of his wrist was messy this time. As if written in a dazed hurry.

‘You’re here. You’re here. You’re alive. You’re finally here…’

And on it went.

Over and over again.

The words disappeared and reappeared.

The elegant slope of each letter almost mesmerizing, even in this obvious state of distress the writer was in.

Alas: nothing ever went according to plan in his life.

There was a flicker of something in the reader’s mind. Something that had been eerily dormant until then. Something he hadn’t known was missing.

He was so screwed.

The Boy-Who-Lived clenched his fist and clutched the special time turner around his neck protectively.

This didn’t make any sense.

He didn’t have a soulmate.

But the hopeful scrawl on his arm seemed to mock him happily and clearly suggested otherwise.

What really confused him, though, was that the black calligraphy looked so… familiar.

Familiar because it brought back memories of pipes and obliviate and-

“Ah, Harry Potter, I assume?”

Said boy’s head whipped around to take in Dumbledore, who stood at the office’s entrance with a warm smile on his face.

And a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

- Tomarry [Time Travel + Soulmate AU]


He stared.


The thing shifted again into a more gruesome version of the last.

Eyes wide open.
Glazed over.


The Boy-Who-Lived could only blink in disbelief when, once again, the boggart morphed into an even more battered version of himself.

Limbs twisted at odd angles, dark red stains blossoming on his shirt, and green eyes staring into nothingness.

That was how he always imagined his death would have looked like had he died on the battlefield.


The voice was bordering on panicked now.

The boggart transformed again.

And it was only when he was staring at a blue and dripping wet corpse that Harry was able to move and banish the creature with a sharp flick of his wand.

He really didn’t feel the need to remember how very well he could have ended up like this had the Inferi dragged him underwater faster.

There was silence then.

The yew wand of the other was still in midair; the hand holding it shaking ever so slightly.


No reaction.

The haunted look on the Slytherin’s face was unnerving and so very out of place that Harry was sure that the Dark-Lord-In-Training hadn’t realized yet that the boggart was gone.

“Tom, what-”


Harry blinked.
Not quite understanding what the brunet was getting at.

The Heir of Slytherin sucked in a breath.
Features relaxing into an expressionless mask.

Except for the cold fear that still flickered in his eyes.

“Why do I keep seeing those… those images when you’re around?”


“I see you dying. All. The. Bloody. Time.” Tom ground out.
“I see you drowning in… in that wretched cave and I see you tortured in that damned graveyard and why am I seeing those things!?”

Harry bit his lip.

“And why…” Tom’s stony expression faltered. “Why is there a woman screaming every damn time that I try to fall asleep?”

- Tomarry (Time Travel AU)
Web of Lies (Masterlist)

In which they say keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but what if they’re one in the same?


Part 1: No Accident

Part 2:Enough To Get In

Part 3: Spinning The Web

Part 4: Cut Off

Part 5: Chilling Visions

Part 6: Connect The Dots

Part 7: Games

Part 8: Caught

Part 9: Untold Thoughts

Part 10: Who Gets The Second Chance?

Surprise! I’m starting my first ever mini-series on this tumblr! I’d also like to give a huge shoutout/credit to @yoyococo18 for helping create this story. Enjoy.