" 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞,
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞;
𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞,
𝐌𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬."
—𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟—{ Not by any means
good with aesthetics,
or delicate structures
like in other books.
Regardless, I hope
you enjoy my story.
Thanks for reading! }Halo-Anne Smith
Hufflepuff❝𝖣𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.
𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽; 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽. ❞❝ 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅.❞
Lord Voldemort
Slytherin❝ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅'𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽.
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋. ❞❝𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗍𝖾, 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀.❞***
—SYNOPSIS—
Hoping for a comfortable life of study, Halo-Anne paints to forget every betrayal made in the household raised to devote. However, she does not foresee her connection and entwined path with an infamous Dark Lord, who quite literally embraces both time and art.
No boy-who-lived.
This time the heart faces a different kind of rivalry. Fate loves playing games, especially when her match-making of the forbidden brings something beautiful and grim.
She has always had dreams, always of
the same thing; a solitary painting hanging, a veil covering, a chamber with serpents as statues and a historic tomb where once it laid a formidable beast -- the Basilisk. With one command from Slytherin's Abandoned, turning its prey into stone or met with immediate death. Revealing this hauntingly beautiful portrait may as well be the most magical thing conceivable.
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