this book is horrible.- sincerely, the author who wrote this shit
What if there wasn't one, but two survivors to Voldemort's attack on the Potters.
Y/n Lilian Potter, twin sister to Harry James Potter.
Y/n is known for her silver toung, she takes n...
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-𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓-
Y/n lay in bed next to Draco, their legs intertwined together. Draco's arms where wrapped protectively around the girls waist. It was late at night, probably around 4am. Maybe even 3am. Draco lay awake, holding onto Y/n tightly. He was so lost in thought, and stressed out of his mind. He was worried about Y/n, and most of all stressed about his task.
He still hadn't told Y/n about the task he had, not yet. He didn't want her to hate him, or look at him with any fear. That was his biggest fear. The girl he fell in love with at the start of first year, and asked out in second year. To look at him with fear, or hate.
Suddenly, Y/n let out a soft moan and rolled over now facing the boy. Draco's grey eyes looked to her peaceful, sleeping face. Draco smiled, and gently creased her cheek. She looked so peaceful, and absolutely stunning. Little strands of hair, fell over her face.
Draco just continued to admire the beautiful girl in front of him, how he wishes he could stay in this moment forever. He didn't even want to know what the end of the year would bring. He was terrified to think about it, how he may never get to see Y/n again. How she could possibly die, that's if Draco is successful with his task. And he knew it would be successful, especially with Snape hovering over him constantly.
He didn't want to do this. But again, he didn't want Y/n or his mother to die. His father, he couldn't care less if he died. But again, for the oddest reason. He cared. For some dumb reason, he cared if the man who brought him nothing but pain and suffering lived.
All he did was talk horribly about Y/n, the one girl that truly made him happy. The one person who actually cared about him, besides his own mother. Draco let out a deep sigh, and buried his face in the crook of Y/n's neck. Drifting off to sleep.
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Draco stood in Malfoy manor, his father holding him back. Tears fell from his eyes, as he struggled against the grip that held him. Y/n lay on the floor, screaming.
"No!" Draco shouted, tears streaming down his face "Leave her alone, you promised!" He wailed.
Voldemort looked over at the boy, his eyes cold as usual. A sickening grin fell on his face, "I lied." He hissed.
Y/n looked at Draco, tears in her beautiful e/c eyes. Even when she was in pain, she was still beautiful. A tear slipped down her cheek, and she smiled weakly.
