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| enemies to lovers | dagger to throat | morally grey oc | slow-burn | dark themes | gore | violence | toxicity | corruption arc | golden era | mythology references | dark fantasy | 18+
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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓
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𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔
𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 over a filthy river that meandered between overgrown, trash-strewn banks. An enormous chimney, a vestige of a defunct mill, loomed up, gloomy and foreboding. The only sound was the murmur of the black river, and the only indication of life was a skinny fox that had slunk down the bank, hoping to sniff some old fish-and-chip wrappings in the thick grass.
Then, a slim, hooded person emerged out of thin air on the river's edge with a slight pop. The fox came to a halt, his watchful gaze fixated on this weird new sight. The figure seemed to take a few minutes to get its bearings, then took off with light, quick steps, its long cloak rustling across the grass.
Another cloaked person appeared with a second, louder pop.
"Wait!"
The fox, who was now crouched practically flat in the foliage, was startled by the piercing howl. It jumped out of its hiding spot and up the bank. A burst of green light, a cry, and the fox collapsed to the ground, dead.
The second figure turned over the animal with its toe.
"Just a fox," said a woman's voice dismissively from under the hood. "I thought perhaps an Auror — Cissy, wait!"
But her prey, who had halted and returned her gaze after seeing the flash of light, was already climbing up the bank the fox had just fallen.
The second woman caught the first and seized her arm, but the other wrenched it away.
"Go back, Bella!"
"You must listen to me!"
"I've listened already. I've made my decision. Leave me alone!"
Narcissa climbed to the bank's top, where an old fence divided the river from a tiny, cobblestone roadway. Bella, the second woman, quickly followed. They stood side by side, staring across the road at the rows and rows of old brick houses, their windows dull and blind in the darkness.
"He lives here?" asked Bella in a voice of contempt. "Here? In this Muggle dunghill? We must be the first of our kind ever to set foot —"
But Narcissa was not paying attention; she had already slid through a crack in the rusted railings and was running across the road.
