𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 [Harry James Potter]

Chapter 28: The Devil

The Devil

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Her smile was as bright as the sun that shone on the field's grass when she noticed Harry in the distance. She could smell the scent of morning sweetness and heavenly serendipity.

Her feet picked themselves up in order to carry her toward him, the desire to be close to him was second nature by this point.

However, the closer she got, the more the sky darkened with clouds and the more the grass grew patchy and dry.

Finally reaching him, she hesitated, there was something eerie about his smile and the way he crossed his hands behind his back.

Pushing her doubts away, the corners of her lips rose again. "Harry, what are you- “

“Pick one.” Harry spoke coldly as he remained stiff.

Vera looked in front of her to find the Gryffindor sword and Salazar Slytherin’s locket side by side on the ground. She could have sworn they weren't there before. “What? Harry, I don't understand, do you know what this means?”

Why hadn't Harry destroyed the Horcrux yet? Why wasn't he ecstatic at the sight of it?

“You can't have both, you need to choose what your path is.”

She wasn't sure what he meant; would the sword not disappear if she touched it? on account of her being Slytherin’s heiress.

Reaching for the sword anyways in order to destroy the locket, Harry spoke with a chilly voice "Wrong choice.”

When Vera looked up at him, he had his wand pointed at her with an angered expression. "Avada kedavra.”

The jet of green of struck her.

 

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Vera awoke with a gasp, clutching the sheets of what looked to be a lavish four-poster bed.

The room held ancient tapestries on the wall with dark green, silk curtains that half covered a barred window, the room must have been several floors high at the sight of the most covering the windows. She didn't recognize the room she was in as she stood up.

Still trying to grasp her surroundings, Vera felt a familiar sensation around her wrists, looking down she felt a surge of rage at the sight of power-absorbing manacles.

She had to rely on her own instincts to survive, having no chance of using magic.

Moving around the room in search of a potential weapon, her eyes fell to her waist at the feeling of being constricted, she had been dressed in a corseted dress with wizarding details around it.