This is the story of how Voldemort and the tools he created to defy death were destroyed by Harry Potter and me while sitting in an empty Hogwarts classroom using Harry's idea, my design, and most importantly, our intent. Set during 6th Year.
[Mafia Fiction]
✧Ongoing✧
My eyes were hungrily gawking his while he kept pounding me on his thigh. With each jump, my fingers grabbed the silky fabric of his shirt even tighter, asking him for more...