𝓢𝓵𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 (𝚃𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠)

② ⓪

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 256

ℙ𝕆𝕍?

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"Hey, how are you doing?" Asked the therapist.

"I'm great your advice helped me!" Answered Y/n.

"I'm glad to hear that."

"Yeah," Y/n continued, "I wrote letters to people who made me sad and hurt me."

The therapist was listening to her and felt their progress.

"Then my dad helped me to burn them," Y/n smiled.

"Nice, how are you feeling after that?"

"I feel... happy. It's like I got rid of some burden."

The therapist only smiled.

"Only, one question," said Y/n, "what do I do with the letters?"

"Which letters?" The fear could be seen in the therapist's eyes.

"Those which I wrote."

"Did you burn the people?" The therapist almost yelled in shock.

"Of course, that's what you said me to do."

"I meant the letters..." whispered the therapist more to herself than to Y/n.

After a few seconds of silence, the therapist asked, "Who are you? I don't think you are Y/n Trelawney."

"Of course, I'm not," smirked Y/n, "I'm a Riddle, Y/n Riddle."

The door suddenly opened and death eaters entered surrounding them.

The use of portion expired and the regular therapist turned into Dumbledore.

"Nice plan Tom," said Dumbledore and pointed his wand at Voldemort.

"I think mine is better," smirked Voldemort and they started fighting.

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I was not planning to finish this one like this. It came to my mind when writing. Hopefully you enjoyed and did not expect this :)

Comment what do you think will happen next ;)