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In Little Whinging's silent, sterile
Walls,
here shadows stretch and sunlight falls,
Lies Cassopiea Potter, so brave, so bright,
Her heart weighed down by endless night.
From graveyard's grasp, a dark return,
A tournament's end where fires burn,
Voldemort's whisper in summer’s air,
Unseen by most, felt everywhere.
Pia, Pia, with emerald eyes,
Carrying secrets, love’s sweet disguise,
Cedric's ghost, a lover’s dance,
One night of passion, fleeting chance.
Aunt Petunia’s cold, disdainful glare,
To the doctor’s office, unaware,
A word that changes future’s course,
Pregnant, pregnant, life’s new force.
How irony drips from fate’s cruel lips,
In tender nights and death’s eclipse,
A child of light in darkest time,
Hope’s tender bloom in wretched clime.
Enemies circle, the dark lord’s snare,
Yet love persists in thin, cold air,
A love turned dead, a path to tread,
Political games, where blood is shed.
Petunia’s rage, a household storm,
Yet Pia’s resolve begins to form,
To shield her child, to fight, to live,
A heart that breaks, yet learns to give.
A dark lord’s eyes, a twist of fate,
From loathing to love, a future’s slate,
Intrigue’s web, where trust is thin,
A dangerous dance about to begin.
Whispers of romance in shadows deep,
Secrets to guard, promises to keep,
In political tides, where loyalties bend,
An enemy's heart she’ll find to mend.
Pia, Pia, with courage rare,
In love’s sweet arms and darkest lair,
A tale to tell of hearts entwined,
Of light and dark, of fates aligned.
In the storm’s eye, where battles brew,
She stands, so strong, with a heart so true,
For in the darkest of the night.
Love and hope find wings in flight.
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GAMES OF FATES (H.P/T.M.R)
FanfictionCassopiea Victoria Potter, known as pia, returns from the graveyard shattered by Voldemort's return and Cedric Diggory's tragic death. As summer unfolds, an unexpected discovery rocks her world-she's pregnant. Her aunt Petunia, strict and unsympathe...