Second Book. Sequel of It Has Always Been You. (Oliver Wood X READER)
Y/n struggles with her relationship with Oliver. As a new girl from France attends Hogwarts. Y/n begins to notice Oliver change as both grow more distant. Does Oliver still love Y...
The cut was clean. Jennifer's blood slid down her palm, warm and bright against the silver and gold chains. The Extremes' necklaces and the League captains' bracelets gleamed where the drops landed, and as the first touch of crimson sank into the metal, the runes carved into the floor flared to life. White light seared through the chamber, casting shadows that writhed and clawed like restless ghosts.
Jennifer winced but didn't flinch. Brave as always. Her eyes found mine, wide, confused, demanding an answer I could not give.
I clutched my wand tighter, the tip hovering above the spellbook as the ancient script shifted and glimmered like it breathed. The words wanted to be spoken, wanted to slip into the world like venom—but I held them back, steadying myself.
"Why my blood?" Jen asked, her voice frayed at the edges.
The weight of it pressed against my chest like a stone. My lips almost parted with the truth. That her blood was needed because she was tied to Y/n's fate, because without her, everything would collapse. That she was the brink, the pivot on which the war would turn.
But I couldn't. To speak prophecy aloud was to fracture it, to twist it into something darker than it already promised to be.
So I lied, softly but firmly. "Because it was necessary. For protection. For a chance to win when the time comes."
She studied me for a heartbeat too long, but when I gave her nothing more, she nodded. Trusting me. Blindly. It burned worse than any curse.
The chant poured from me again, my voice steady while my heart thundered. I watched her blood sink into the chains, binding the Extremes, binding the League, binding us all to what was coming.
"There will come a time," I murmured, letting the words slip between chant and confession, "when things go dark. So dark the world itself will feel hollow. Blood will spill, more than you can imagine. But we hunters—we will rise, until the end."
My eyes lifted to Jen, and for a moment, hope sparked despite the dread gnawing my bones. "And you, Jen... you will be the brink. You will bring us together when all else falls apart."
Her trust met my hope, unspoken but steady. She didn't question further, and I thanked the fates for her silence. ___________________________
Y/n POV
Slytherin Dorm
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Wicked laughter from Dream
The moment my eyes opened. I felt confident. My blood craved this raw power inside me.
I caught sight of myself in the mirror and almost laughed. A sharp, bright streak of green cut through my hair, glowing faintly in the dim light like poison kissed by moonlight. Wicked. Dangerous. Perfect.
I tilted my head, smirk tugging at my lips. This is who I am now. More powerful. More alive. More... bad.
I got up and got myself ready.
* Putting on makeup
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