𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 | 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧

𝐴𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘

—𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧—
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Why was this how it was for them? Everything intertwined, their lives braided together. From the day she was born, Harry Potter was her contrast. Her childhood friend and now the other half to their fame, fame painted with blood. Death followed them around like a bee to pollen, polluting the air they breathed. Lily Potter, James Potter, Adaline Lupin, those people didn't deserve to die. But Astria knew death was no judge or jury, it was a hunger, it took and it didn't discriminate. Harry's touch brought fire, and it burnt her skin until she couldn't hold on anymore. Why did everything about them have to equal some sort of pain? The boy had just heard his mother's last breath, at the hands of the man Astrias biological mother worshiped like a god.

The screams. The memories. The death. All of it weaved together as the scribe of Astria Blacks and Harry Potter's soul.

Astria stared at him with such intensity he thought he might wither away into dust.

"I'm so sorry." for everything.

"Astria you have nothing to be sorry for." Just stay by my side.

The Girl and The Boy Who Lived.

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—She cherished the beauty of nature. —
The girl would spend hours walking barefoot and boundlessly through the woods. Her mind would become one with the world around her, and the world around her would become one with her mind. Animals of all sorts sprung to join her side, dying plants woke from their slumber at her touch, the trees gawked at her glory, the sky cleared a path for her footsteps, and the stars sang her the song of the universe.
Everything around her was alive.
She bathed in the waters of mother nature's creation, and she washed herself with the
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.𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠.
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[𝖠 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇]
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——𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀——

𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒—

𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒.

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒—

𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒—

—𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.

- 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐺 𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑉
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