Kallista Zenia Emrys is born in the world of high society pure bloods. Being one of the last remaining descendants of Merlin- the Greatest Wizard of all time- she finds herself being weighed down by the extremely high expectations that her name give...
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I keep staring at him.
I can't seem to stop staring.
Salazar, I feel so guilty for it. Because I'm not supposed to be here. Because this isn't even me. That I have a life... Draco... my friends. That this same man that killed my godfather, that kill many more.
And I shouldn't be staring.
But I am.
And it's all I can do.
Caught between intrigue, fascination and weirdly drawn to him, I can't stop. I chalk it up to the fact that Kala must love him and these feelings are all hers. Not mine.
Still, Tom Riddle is gorgeous. He's perfect. He's fucking Lord Voldemort.
Only, when he stares back at me, my insides melt, my heart skips a beat and he's just Tom Riddle. A boy that was drawn bad cards in life. An orphan that never knew love, that spend his life fighting to get a scrap of something.
And here he is, handsome, witty and incredibly attached to me.
With Kala Emrys.
Oh, this is all so messy.
I keep reminding myself that he's a monster, that he's... terrible. That if I just point my wand at him now, Avada him right at this second, that it'll save a lot of lives and pain and chaos. That I could do it. Right now. That he'll never see it coming. That my life in the present wouldn't change with him dead. That it will only get better even.
A monster. Gone.
Our lives, better.
But how can he be a monster when he smiles at me like that? When he holds me just a little closer to him whenever possible? Always has a hand on me at all times. His eyes only ever on me.
It didn't matter to him that everyone from teachers, from students, all gawked and stared and smacked their lips at him... he only looked at me.
He only cared for me.
I should feel sick to my stomach. I should be stabbing myself for even considering sitting beside him.
But truthfully, I could only feel curious.
What the fuck did Kala Emrys do to him?
I wish I could look back, to search memories, to see the relationship with them, how it grew, how it turned like this... because all I know now is this affection he has and I don't know where it came from, how it came to be.
"You're flushed." He whispers, his lips ever so close to my ear. "Is that pepper up potion you took not working?"
Salazar, how do I tell him that it has nothing to do with the potion.
