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/ᴋʀᴀƱɴ/
a circular ornamental headdress worn by a monarch as a symbol of authority, usually made of or decorated with precious metals and jewels.
Harry potter was done, done being manipulated, done being "the boy who lived", done being someone...
(AN: This chapter will be very short (i think). Chapter two will maybe be longer, I hope you all have a very nice/afternoon/night. Enjoy!)
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𝐈t was the start of a new day, and it was fucking horrible.
The Headmaster kept trying to enter his mind, and enough is enough. Everyone kept asking him questions about yesterday, the day he threw a spell at Malfoy.
It was just bloody irritating but of course, Harry just shoved those deep thoughts inside his head and try to focus on Transfiguration.
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Finally, the Transfiguration class was over. Harry sat up from his seat and quickly runs off the classroom, Hermione screamed Harry's name but he ignored it. He needed a plan that he had to complete, quickly.
He heads down to the common room and puts his bag on the floor. Harry sits at his desk trying to find ideas, what if he just got to Voldemort and requested him for an alliance?
No, the man killed his parents and Cedric, he will never ally with the man who killed the people he loved.
Should he just rush and kill Voldemort, definitely not. The Death eaters would have straight hex him and bring him to Voldemort, he will die.
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After hours and hours of trying to make a plan, Harry still didn't have one. He was getting frustrated and even almost smashed his wand to the ground.
There was something he forgot, the prophecy. The prophecy said that Harry Potter and Voldemort were destined to kill each other, but what if Harry Potter does?
The prophecy wouldn't be valid anymore. That's it, Harry Potter needs to die. But not in a suicidal way, no. But the more intelligent way.
