!!HAPPY ENDING!!
Meet - (𝐘/𝐧) 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, an ordinary young woman who unexpectedly finds herself transported into the fantastical realm of Harry Potter as the fraternal twin sister of Ron Weasley.
With no knowledge of how the story will unfol...
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A/n : Unedited. Please do comment and vote and yes, kill me.(listen to the song, titled : "Remember me" coco when you reached the lyrics part, it starts with "Remember me")
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THIRD PERSON
In the enveloping embrace of darkness, where silence held sway and a chill gripped the air, (Y/n) awakened to a world devoid of light and sound. It was as if she had been plunged into an abyss, her senses shrouded in obscurity. With tentative steps, she ventured forth, hoping to pierce through the gloom that surrounded her, yet each stride only led her deeper into the shadowy expanse. Desperation gnawed at her, a chill seeping into her very bones, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Was this the realm of the afterlife, she wondered, where the departed wander in perpetual darkness?
But wait, the afterlife?
Hang on, did she die?
Won't she go back to where she came from?
Did she think she could just come back after dying inside that world?
Wait, did she really die?
Or did Sabrina take over her body for good?
Such contemplations wrought a pang of anguish within (Y/n).
Yet amidst the suffocating silence, a sudden disturbance caught her attention, the faint flutter of wings stirring the stillness of the void. She turned, heart racing, only to find nothing but the oppressive darkness that enveloped her.
Was she just so desperate to hear something that her mind was making things up?
"I've encountered no soul quite like yours," a voice intoned, startling (Y/n) from her reverie. Her scream, born of surprise, echoed fruitlessly in the vacant expanse. Despite the absence of light, a radiant figure stood before her, its presence a beacon of comfort amidst the oppressive gloom. (Y/n) gazed in awe at the being before her—a woman of towering stature, her countenance divided betwixt brilliance and shadow. Heterochromatic eyes, one gleaming emerald and the other abyssal black, held her gaze with an otherworldly intensity. Cascading locks, woven with strands of gold, silver, and vibrant blooms, cascaded down her back, adorned with dark feathers that danced upon an unseen breeze. Clad in a garment that transitioned from resplendent white and gold to somber hues of black and purple, she bore symbols of life and death upon her attire. In her grasp, she held the Staff of Duality—a living tree entwined with the skeletal remnants of its counterpart.
(Y/n) realised she might just be the very figure Sabrina had cryptically dubbed the goddess of life and death. The shock nearly left her gaping.
"A-Are you the Goddess of Life and Death?" she stammered.
