Harry Potter: A Bird in a Porcelain Cage

HP, multiple male leads, no single pairing, everyone’s favorite, female wish fulfillment, morally gray heroine A legend has been whispered for centuries: a deity descended into the mortal world. On the other side of the story lies the sinful fruit Satan cast down: mortal desire and love are the gods’ most exquisite delicacy. She looks so fragile, like an exquisite piece of Eastern porcelain forged in moonlight, beautiful and translucent, as if the slightest heavy breath might crack her. She is the songbird Lucius Malfoy has lovingly arranged in a golden cage, the secret desire flowing through the veins of wizards, the most stirring note on the strings of fate. No one knows that the one they gaze at so feverishly is no caged bird, but a god lowering her eyes to savor a feast. Nor does anyone notice that the fragile fate seemingly swept up in lust and love is, in truth, a stage she built with her own hands. “My faithful devotees...” She murmurs in the silence, the curve of her lips as compassionate as a god’s, yet an abyss lurks in her eyes. “Offer up your greed, your obsession, and your love.” “They are my sweetest feast.” But remember this: When you offer a sacrifice to the abyss, the abyss has already written you into her script. Drink in your hottest desires amid the lies for which the gods show mercy.