how's one to know? harry james potter

her lips are like the galaxies edge

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❝for you i would ruin myself,
a million little times.❞┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

                                                         in which,

Asteria Magnes finds that she has a secret admirer.

and it's none other than the
Boy who lived.       

   🫀🪶📜

         

The best way to describe Asteria Roslyn Magnes was chaos. She was the cold harsh waves of ocean which could swallow cities at once, the destructive fire that can't be tamed. The kind of chaos you need to feel at peace.

Being from a pureblood family, which was as good as, if not royalty of the wizarding world. Yet she was still a half-blood, just a mere accident. No one in her family wanted her, that was clear to her since she was a kid. She was the one who ruined their reputation, the filthiest secrets the Magnes' can't hide, as much as they tried. She didn't belong in their magnificent manors, she didn't belong in their family tree, the tree which has been pure for hundreds of years. Only for her to come and ruin it all. She was the worst thing that ever happened to them.

And her goal in life is to be even worse.

To spoil their name so much it can't even be compared to the dirtiest dirt. She has never been a vengeful person, just really reckless, maybe even too reckless. Maybe that's why she wasn't sorted into Slytherin like the rest of her family. Too reckless to be one. She belonged in Gryffindor. Another reason for her so called family to hate her guts (honestly the list is never ending).

She hated being known because of them. She hated that she was related to them. Her last name turned heads— people would say the same old shit she was tired of hearing ("oh, you have your father's eyes!" No his eyes are perfectly fine in his eye sockets. "You look so much like him!" that's how genetics are supposed to work?). She wanted nothing to do with them— to never even be regarded as a Magnes again. She wanted her own identity, her own life. She hated being in their shadows— she doesn't even know how many of her housemates know her actual first name rather than just "Magnes".

They probably don't care about her— not only did she face scoldings from her family when she got sorted into Gryffindor, she also faced judgement from her fellow housemates. In both the cases, she was the odd one out. She didn't even know that one of her fellow Gryffindors actually gave a fuck about her— let alone admired her. It was shocking— unbelievable really.

A person has been admiring her for years? And it's the boy she
hates—Alright hate is too strong of a word— she dislikes STRONGLY. (Though she didn't know that it's him of course)

Ever since first year— when she very kindly had offered them help with their potions essay which they were very obviously struggling with. Him and his little Weasley had the audacity to conclude once again, solely because of her last name that she was evil and that they did not want her help out of everyone. Though she had proved her worth by getting more marks on the essay than either of them.

Ever since that moment, she had decided that she did not like Harry James Potter— the golden boy, the saviour or whatever you'd like to call him. He didn't even really do something to save the World he just sat there and probably cried.

Well, atleast there was something her and her family agreed on.

But things change

And a love story beginning in the midst of a war, could only end in ruins.

Or not.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❝ i can see you throw your jacket on the floor
and i can see you, make me want you even more ❞┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

A/N:
Tysm to anyone who decided to click on this fic <3 hope you enjoy 𖨆♡𖨆