Book one of two.
Post war.
Odette Elara Viotto can't help but feel foreign in the place she grew up in, and seems to believably lie that she is coping like others around her.
After one dark wizard perishes, another forges- reeking havoc within the...
(!!TW!! This chapter will contain mentions of blood, violence, death, abuse, su1cid3, profanity and many other upsetting topics.)
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One day you will ask me, "which is more important, my life or yours?", I will say mine; and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.
—Khalil Giberan
Odelia ascended the stairs slowly, her hand griping the banister so tight it made a screeching sound as it dragged along the pole.
Her breathing quickened, her wand grip tightened.
She stopped, and listened out for any noise.
Footsteps could be heard above her head in the space below the main part of the tower, as though someone were pacing— a inaudible voice muffled by the wooden floor.
Odelia began to ascend the stairs once again, ready to pounce out and attack.
The voice she could hear could be heard clearer now, it was a females voice, it was Odette.
"Well why else would she come here with Potter?" Odette spoke to who Odelia assumed to be her father. "What's the one thing needed to destroy a horcrux? And where's the one place you can get it?"
