Heathens.

Harry Potter - Delphi.

I'm not sure about my demons.
They scratch me.
They trip me up, like an empty ghost.
A shadow.

I don't know if they're real.
If everything's happening in my head.

They scream.
They ask me to take revenge.
Vengeance.
They don't know that it's poisoning.
That it can hurt you more than a blade.
I can't just go and get it.
This is not a nice pop song.

But what if I follow them?
What if I let myself soak?
Down, down, into darkness.

My mum is dead.
My dad is dead.
I will die, locked out of sight, in this black cell.

I can be proud as my mother was.

I pick the iron necklace, which she left to me, it feels cold on my skin.
A raven.
Valkyries used to turne into ravens, then they flew to the battlefield and fought against enemies riding direwolves.
They were witches, and warriors.
Like mum.

Even her name, it means 'female warrior'. It's from an ancient language, the latin of the great Roman Empire.

I whisper.
Bellatrix.

Maybe revenge is worth the struggle.

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Prima fan fiction in inglese! Presto proverò a pubblicarne una intera, spero solo di esserne all'altezza...

Qui parlo di Delphi e di ciò che secondo me rappresenta il corvo, la collana al collo di Bellatrix Lestrange.