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Natalia Mickinnon should not be alive.
A lost spectre in a world that had been doomed for destruction from the very start. For Natalia, the world is destined for failure, and she is reminded every waking day that she should not have been born. Not to mention that she should have died in 1987.
The name of Natasha Meadows had become a passage of a myth, a phantom and a grave had been dug without a body laid within.
She was shaped by blood and tears, fashioned into a killer who feared its one true master. Life. Natalia seemed to constantly be fighting a war, no matter how many times she begged- the idea of death became nonsensical.
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The walls were suffocating her, clouding her thoughts and slowing the time. She didn't know how long she had been there, nor did she really care anymore.
Her bones felt brittle, as her chapped lips formed a smile. She won. After everything she had won.
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Hermione Granger felt empty as she walked the beaches of her home. Except it no longer felt like her home anymore, nowhere did, her home was gone. It had escaped her clutches the second her person had gone missing.
And now after a year of searching, they had found only a shell of the missing girl. A blonde haired corpse, complete with slit wrists and a bloodied blade struck into the side of her neck.
The muggle police had called off the investigation as soon as they saw the young girls wrists, figuring the killer was Natalia Mickinnon herself.
If only they knew the real killer of the girl with a radiant smile and contagious laugh.
If only they knew the real thief of Hermione Granger's person.
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the ephialte
Fanfic➶➴➵➶➴: - reading the books hp x obx ◇everybody wants to, rule the world◇ ➶➴➵➶➴ •......................... the ephialte started- 29th January 2022 finished- tbd