THEY SAY THAT TRUE LOVE CAN CONQUER ALL.
But that's just a load of shit.
I mean, first you need to find true love. And let me tell you, that's the hardest thing in the world. Because―if there's one thing I've learned from my years at Hogwarts―almost everyone is out to get you. Only a select few have your best interest at heart. And more often than not, you'll end up alone with no one in the world to support you.
But anyways, we've drifted off topic. Relatively speaking, finding true love is a million times easier than keeping it... well, true. Because when you find that special someone, the universe decides to ruin your lives together. From uncrossable obstacles to distractions intended to destroy relationships, it always breaks.
No matter how perfect it may seem, love always dies. And sometimes, it'll drag you into the Graveyard as well, just as it did with me.
It's almost painful to reflect upon my life, because―looking back― the only thing I can see are the things that I did wrong. But I also did a few things right, even if they ended up in death.
Maybe loving Harry Potter did send me to the Graveyard. But as stupid as it sounds, I wouldn't change one bit of it.
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7 Years Ago...
"OLIVE, PLEASE DON'T BE LIKE THIS."
My mother, Aurora Libson, spoke. Her sapphire blue eyes glisten with tears as she stands in front of me. Maybe the sight of your mother about to cry might make you feel upset. Or hurt. Or at least... guilty. But there's a vindictive pleasure slowly filling me. Maybe I would have smiled, but I'm far too annoyed to do so.
"Be like what?" I snap with a roll of my eyes.
My mother had come in for a quick chat——an hour later, and we've just traveled in a circle. I swear even the bloody moon must have fallen asleep from boredom after hearing our constant banter. I wish I can, too, but she isn't letting me.
"Please go apologize to your father," my mother pleads again. "You know how much it hurts me when we don't get along."
I've always known that my mother's a good actress (she'd have to be if she could tell a patient that had just lost their arm that they'd be alright). But this is taking it to the next level. She looks genuinely miserable that I am upset at my father. Yet, I know that my mother only cares about Elenara.
Elenara this, Elenara that, why can't you be more like Elenara?
"Like you care," I scoff, quietly enough so that my mother can't hear.
"And why should I apologize!" I ask, louder. "He's the one who started the argument!"
My father, Christopher Libson, always starts the arguments——he always exaggerates one tiny mistake that no one else would notice. And he never ends them. In my opinion, he's the most stubborn person on the planet (a trait which must be very helpful as an Auror but is very troublesome as a father).
And just like a good little girl, whenever he embarrasses me in front of the whole Wizarding World, I stay silent.
As if. Of course I yell back!
Our arguments can go on for months, but to my delight, the summer had been relatively peaceful... Until a couple of weeks ago, when my father started bickering with me again.
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GRAVEYARD | h.p.
FanfictionOlive Libson was spiteful and bitter, forever overshadowed by her perfect older sister. Desperate to get the recognition she deserves, she sets off to Hogwarts to become her own person, so blissfully unaware of who she is and what will become of her...
