Prepare to delve into the uncharted waters of love, passion, and intrigue with Astara. This captivating fanfiction explores the enigmatic romance of Tom Riddle, the wizard who later became Lord Voldemort, and an unexpected love interest.
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It was a dark night. Thank God it was full moon! She was roaming in THE FOREST OF DEAN. Yeah, you read it right. Suddenly, a blood churning howl pierced her ears. She looked at the moon. The moon had already come out of the clouds. It should be a werewolf, she thought. Even if she was afraid of going ahead, she kept walking. The 2nd of May was getting nearer. She had to go to Hogwarts, her Wizarding school, which she missed the most. Even more than her own home. She was afraid she won’t be able to have a look on Hogwarts again. Even she was on a mission, she was also running for her life’s sake .You will think , who on the earth she was hiding from to save herself? What mission was given to her? Who gave it? Well she will tell you about it after all this is over. She has no time to talk to anyone and also it’s a SECRET. Suddenly, she came across a camp which she thought was owned by Harry Potter, Hermione, Ronald Weasley. She went near the camp very cautiously, keeping her wand ready. Suddenly ,she heard some voices whispering in low pitch.”Yes, The Dark Lord wants Astara Jane Granger.” ”She is a mudblood.” “ But after killing her he is going to be more powerful than he already is.” A shiver ran through her spine. They were talking about her! She had got to run! How foolish she had been! Run ,Astara! She told herself. She turned into her animagus form, a black cat and fleed from there.
Of course they were Death Eaters. Her thoughts were still wandering around those people in the tent. She came on a nearby cliff. She was tired. So much that she had no power in her body to even flick her wand. But she was aware of the cloud of unsecureness that swirled around her. She yawned. The thought of loneliness that was there at the start was all gone. She casted the spells around her and made a secure and comfortable zone for herself. “At least, I am Astara Jane Granger, the mugguleborn yet smartest and most powerful witch Hogwarts has ever seen.” The thought warmed her insides. She grinned to herself and led her back on the forest ground. It was soothing for her smarting limbs and giving her comfort. She soon fell in a deep sleep. But still, her mind was awake. It was not going to keep quiet until it summarised her whole life. She started dreaming her own life.
It was Astara’s 11th birthday. She wasn’t up yet. “It’s just 5 a.m.” She thought. “Asta dear, come down, the breakfast is ready! And yeah, don’t wear your new clothes after taking shower. I have reserved them for evening party. By the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” Astara wanted to have some sleep, but her mum’s enthusiastic voice had her woken up. She yawned, jumped out of the bed and opened the bedroom door. She smiled to herself and ran down the stairs happily. “ Happy Birthday Dear!” Her father exclaimed.” Thank you mum, dad.” She said. She had her breakfast with her family, chatting with her elder sister Hermione.
Both of them were very close even if Astara was 3years younger than Hermione. Hermione was just like her mother. Always ready to protect her younger sister. When Hermione had entered Hogwarts, they had promised each other , that they will be each other’s backbone, supporting the others every single decision ; and yet; now Hermione hated her.
Astara knew it was because she did not follow Dumbledore’s way of thinking. Her way of thinking was very different from others. And now, it had forced her to complete her mission on her own. Even with no one by her side, she wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t a coward who would run away from the challenges of life. She, in fact was the first muggleborn after almost 300 years, to be sorted into Slytherin. Along with the slyness and cunningness of Slytherins, she also had courage of a Gryffindor, wits of a Ravenclaw, kindness of a Hufflepuff and what not? She was the most favourite student of all teachers. Even Prof. Snape appreciated her. There was only one professor who had recognised her from the past…… And now that she was reborn; after what seemed like 50 years; he was afraid his deeds would be uncovered in front of the world. He was none other than the leader of the light side;& ORDER of the PHEONIX; Prof. Albus Dumbledore.
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Dear Readers,
As the writer of this love story involving Tom Riddle, I want to extend my gratitude for embarking on this unique journey with us. This narrative delves into uncharted territory, exploring the complexities of love in the midst of darkness and intrigue.
Tom Riddle, a character shrouded in mystery and infamy, offers a unique canvas upon which we can paint a different kind of story—one of passion, vulnerability, and the human capacity for change. I invite you to open your hearts and minds to this alternate interpretation of his life and the love that blooms within it.
Our aim is not to glorify the darkness but to shed light on the intricacies of the human experience, even in the most unlikely of places. Love has the power to transcend the boundaries of our expectations, and it's within these boundaries that we find our story.
We hope you enjoy the journey of "Entwined Hearts" and that it prompts you to reflect on the complexity of love and redemption, even in the most unexpected circumstances. Thank you for your support, and we look forward to sharing this story with you.
