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A scream.
Silent, then deafening, then silent again.
“Nagini, your dinner.”
I’ve spent my life hiding in plain sight,
an imposter,
masked by stern looks and black robes.
I’d rather meet my death
fighting for the light
than cower and be murdered
in the shadows.
Harry Potter.
He is cursed, yes, with James’ filthy blood,
but blessed with Lily’s too.
The spawn of satan,
but the babe of an angel.
I wish I could love him, if only for Lily.
But it is too late.
My time for glory has come and gone.
A whisper.
Everything goes quiet in the end.
“You have your mother’s eyes.”