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Stream Nothing After 72 hours on her feet, rest was coming to greet her. The blankets embraced her like a warm mother, diluting her aches and her anxieties. She had made it, and now she was allowed to sleep. The smell of tuna never left her fingers, but she didn't care, at that point. Survival had become a full time job, and she was becoming extremely good at it. Just when she was slipping into a placid state of blissful relaxation, the noise began. The depository of all her love was also the source of all her stress, and the affection given was returned in the form of screams and fetid refuse. She pushed a pillow over her own head, hoping she would quiet the screams, but it was not working. The high pitched wailing struck her body like a lightning, leaving that acrid taste in the roof of her mouth. She was, again, wide awake, trembling, and feeling her life was being drained through her eardrums. She stood up, and walked towards the little angel. It had been born with teeth and hair; huge, grotesque, misshaped. It had broken her on arrival, and destroyed her life afterwards. And she was supposed to love the screaming beast. She pressed a pillow against the gaping hole of its mouth, and didn't move until the noise was long gone. She felt a cold finger tracing her spine, but the noise was gone. She went back to sleep, to relax, to forget. Silence hugged her tighter than any blanket, with its cold breath whispering "Murderer" in her ears. She was surprised to discover that a whisper inside her head was so much powerful than a scream from a cot. |
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![]() It is important to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then can evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated. Sneaking through the Forbidden Forest a boy named Erik Lestrange finds an odd looking stone with strange markings and a crack down the middle. With three turns over in his hands, a disembodied, snake- like voice echoed in his ear. "My grandson... I have... a grandson..." A misty spectral appeared, not fully formed due to his fragmented soul, with red slits as eyes and a maniacal smile. "My boy, Lord Voldemort is your family now..." Now that Erik has a new mentor, he plans to stir up the pure-blood obsession once more. Will the wizarding world finally put Muggles in their rightful place? Or will there be a Savior to come to their aid? S A V I O R Premise || Rules || Canons || Apply WATCH THE TRAILER |
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