philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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cxlvii || red
"The dark lord is gone!" Barty Crouch Jr. snaps at his fellow death eaters, slamming his hands onto the table and Bellatrix LeStrange rolls her eyes at his dramatics. "And because of a mere baby."
"You seem to be questioning the Dark Lord, now, don't you, Crouch?" Lucius Malfoy raises his platinum eyebrows at the dark haired man who scoffs loudly, shaking his head in disbelief. "This may be it for now, but the Dark Lord would not want us to cease—"
"We're not to know what he would want." Narcissa says firmly. "But we are to know that this is over. We have children. We cannot risk more of us, the Dark Lord is gone and whether he will return or not is not a matter for now. Now, we raise our children. We repair ourselves and we do not do anything drastic."
"And who put you in charge, Black?" Evan snaps at her, using her maiden name with a scoff as though implying that she doesn't deserve her old title.
"Well, we know who is still out there. The Potters may be dead, yes, but that leaves the others." Rodolphus sneers and Bellatrix shoots him a look. "What of Black and Potter? How do you think little Maria Potter is going to react when she sees that the Dark Lord killed her brother? She's been out for blood once before and I can guarantee she's out for more tonight."
"Then we put an end to it." Lucius says, eyeing Rosier who swallows thickly. "We put an end to it tonight."
"Quiet. Don't fucking scream." Maria Potter hisses as she presses the end of her wand to the guard death eater's neck. "Where are they?"
"The Dark Lord is dead—"
Maria scoffs, waving her wand and he falls unconscious on the ground. Glancing around, Maria sighs exasperatedly at the confusing setup of the place. There's large hedges and forest, the death eaters rumoured to be hiding out underground whilst they figure out their next moves. Or that's what the death eater Maria had interrogated told her.
"Potter, Potter, Potter." A breathy voice sighs from behind her and she whips around, seeing the death eater in a dark cloak shielding their face. "You never learn, do you? You should've stayed weeping over your brother. The Dark Lord isn't here to stop you dying anymore."
Maria clenches her jaw, now recognising the voice to belong to Rabastan LeStrange. Her fingers tighten around her wand, her body tense and her eyes narrowed.
"I'm sure you're wondering how he found out, hm?" LeStrange lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in amusement as he walks towards her making her raise her wand sharply. "I shouldn't be telling you, really, but. . .I do need some entertainment."
"Spit it out."
"Don't, Rabastan." Rodolphus LeStrange joins them making his brother groan in annoyance. "We still have things to do." He eyes Maria. "Ah, Potter, you're not made for this. Revenge. You're not a killer."
