"Would you kill for love?" He sneered coldly.
"Love has destroyed me into the woman who stands before you. Broken, tethered, and utterly infatuated with a man who suffers the same fate as I." She said with a sorrowful chuckle.
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The story of a naiv...
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1999
Astoria found herself walking up to the Shrieking Shack and she could feel in her heart that this was the right move. She could not live her life tethered to a Dark Lord. The Runic imprint needed to be reversed. Astoria felt grateful in her heart that Hermione would offer her skill to help reverse the magic.
As Astoria ascended up the creaking stairs, she saw the bushy haired witch preparing for the procedure. "Sit." Hermione ordered as she pulled out a nearby chair. "Keep your head up and face me. Do you have the erm—object?" Hermione inquired.
Astoria nodded and reached into her pocket. She pulled out the black diamond ring and Draco's eyes bulged from his skull.
Astoria's awoke suddenly from her night slumber and she found herself hyperventilating. When she does not take her Sleeping Draught potion, she has strange dreams. Astoria held onto her chest, but then looked down at the black diamond ring that nuzzled her left ring finger. It was the same ring from the dream, but the dream could not have been based off true events, could it? Astoria shook her head and swung her legs off the side of the bed. It was nearly four in the morning.
The young witch was in no condition to go back to sleep anytime soon so she ascended down the grand staircase to fix herself some tea. However, when she walked into the kitchen, she noticed another sleepless woman standing before her.
"Narcissa? Can't sleep?" Astoria said as she reached for the nearby kettle.
Narcissa let out a pathetic yawn and shook her head. "Not a wink, dear."
Astoria continued to pour herself some Chamomile, it was, in her opinion, the perfect sleep inducer. As she sat next to her future mother-in-law, she could not help but feel awkward tension. Narcissa remained silent, and Astoria was almost afraid to spark conversation. Astoria always felt Narcissa had mixed feelings towards her. What was it about this woman that gave her an uneasy feeling in her bones?
"Would you like to hear something funny?" Astoria inquired while taking a sip.
"I would not mind." Narcissa quipped.
Astoria let out a low laugh and held up her left hand. She then explained her dream in detail and continued to chuckle through it. Astoria needed to tell someone about the dream and hoped Narcissa would ease her mind.
Narcissa's face fell, and she shifted in her seat. Astoria expected her to chuckle, and it tell her how mental it was for an inanimate object to hold such power, but the old witch did not say a peep.
"Right—erm.... well, I do feel that Chamomile taking effect." Lies. "I think I will shuffle off to bed now." Astoria said as she started to leave the room until Narcissa grabbed onto her hand causing her head to snap around.
"Are you sure you are ready to marry my son, Astoria?" Narcissa said with a confrontational tone. "Draco does not seem to be taking to your affections anymore, darling. Maybe it is time to let him go."
