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Thank you for being here! This has been a passion project that I have been concocting for a little over a year now. Also, major shout out to Cuckooboo, who has worked with me to make the art for this fic when I came to them with a description and a dream. Posting this in her honor as she has been waiting patiently this whole time for this fic to go live.
Anyways, I have a very large love of unconventional story telling, and anyone who may have come from my previous fics you might already be aware of that. From choose your own ending 2010 Y/N, to non-linear one shots that make an over arching whole, I really love being able to discover new ways to tell stories. (my next passion project in this is going to be a very meta satire psychological thriller experience that I am very excited for.)
Put that on top of my more heavily lore driven stories and knack for red herrings and angst I have made this piece for my current writing fandom, which is the Marauders. I tend to only drop one major story per fandom, so please cherish it while you can.
This story follows Barty as he retells his own memories of growing up and his struggles with self worth and validation through his life. While the wording can be simplistic and repetitive at times, even dragging and running on, it has been written through the lens of Barty’s mind rambling to recall the memories.
I know theres parts were we repeat over (and over and over) and while we are in the era of AI fics, I was to be clear this was a stylistic choice meant to reflect how someone vents and rambles to themselves. There is NO AI used in my fic. And in full transparency, back in February of 2025, I did use generative AI to make photos of characters and some of the props mentioned in this fic. AI was fairly new, and I had yet to understand the depths of how bad it was. I have since been working with artists to replace the images made with comissions and beautiful work such as ones in this fic. Again, shout out to Cuckooboo, who helped bring the masks of Barty, Evan, and Regulus to life (plus many other things!). I have been very happy to slowly be deleting the old AI from references one commission at a time. (RIP my pocketbook).
Anyways, going back to this being a very out of the box style read-
I put a lot into this and it really takes a lot of knowledge of the fandom, the characters, and the story of their era as a whole. There is a lot of reading between the lines and imaging your own idea of whats happening. It is truly meant as a love letter to the fandom.
This story takes place in what I have dubbed The White Snake Chronicles, and is officially number two in a seven part series spanning the Golden Era, the Marauder’s Era, the Cursed Child era, and the Founder’s Era. While it was written to be able to be read as a stand alone, if you do find yourself enraptured with the way I weave stories, please consider hopping over to book one, Two Headed Snakes, which follows the oc that will be mentioned in the final chapter of this fic.
As well as a love note to the fandom, I am also posting this for my official ten years on Ao3. It will post one chapter a day and end right before my birthday in early June as a gift to myself, because of how much I loved this fic and finally seeing it complete.
While I have been on A03 for a long time, I don’t have as many fics posted as I tended to cross post a lot onto other sites and didn’t really settle or take things seriously until recently. I started with very short burst stories, and really only recently decided I can write for myself, and not for others. And so I slowly dropped the reader inserts and started picking up crafting ocs again, which allowed me to be more lore intensive and story driven.
With the burst of the Harry Potter fandom sometime over the pandemic I decided to revisit an old story that I never quite finished telling. And an OC called Rem. The trend of ‘The Hogwarts Professors’ during the lockdown had me pulling out my old character and playing a lot of what ifs.
The boost of the Marauder fandom a few years later really sealed it into place. I was revisiting her story and extending it. Because of this series of events I was able to bring you this story today.
There is a lot of background lore in the story, so If you do saddle up for my series, I hope you revisit this work again after the end to find all the eggs I’ve left behind.
That’s all for now.
Please enjoy: The Unprecedented Predicament of Barty Crouch Jr.
And remember, happy endings are bittersweet at best.
