When Mia Grey moves to the small town of Forks, Washington, she doesn't expect the ghost of her past to haunt her. Let alone come in the shape of Edward Cullen, the man that resembles the late Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory.
Edward Cullen x fem OC
Twi...
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Coursing through the endless forest, Mia trembles uncontrollably under the pouring rain and cold breeze. She faintly hears thunder from afar and the leaves crinkling underneath her. It's gotten significantly darker, the moon now starting to make its appearance and competing with the sun over ownership of the sky.
With nowhere to go, there's no use heading back. Arriving at her haunted Victorian house meant accepting the truth. The erroneous would no longer be a suspicion, but a certainty instead.
She can't go home.
She can't accept the universe's cruelty.
Fate can't be the bearer of iniquity when she's always drawn inside the lines. She's been the perfect picture inside a broken frame and never once questioned following her morals.
Doing everything right has to be worth something, because if in the end she still lost, was it worth it to preach the good all along?
Growing up, she always felt there was darkness inside her, waiting for the right moment to emerge. It's always been there, hiding behind the curtains like an intruder. She never allows the monster to awaken and never once has considered awakening it.
Until now.
Losing her power has taken her ability to differentiate what's real and what's not. Her father is everywhere. She hears his voice, sees his face, and feels his presence everywhere she goes.
And yet for the first time, he's not with her.
He's freed her for the meantime, but Mia knows he's bound to appear again. Wherever he is, he will make certain her destruction comes. Like many say, there are worse fates than death. If she had a choice, she would willingly choose death if it means being liberated from this misery.
What made her extraordinary and valuable is gone, so what's the point?
But through this, Mia's denial keeps her moving forward. Jackson's words didn't matter anymore. She needs to be sure before screaming to the heavens and declaring war on her betrayers. Anything would be better than accepting her tragic loss.
Through her ragged breaths and trembling body, she extends her hand and casts the first spell that comes to mind. It's the easiest spell in the book and one she can do in her sleep, but as she waits for the spark to appear, there's only an emptiness received.
Alarms in her head start ringing like a piercing siren. A sense of ruin consumes her from the inside out, casting her into a timeless loop of agony. The usual shot of adrenaline never comes and a part of her starts believing that perhaps this is her punishment. Maybe the universe wants to prevent her from becoming like her father by taking away her weapon. Without it, there's no risk of joining the Dark Lord's army. The wizarding world would be safer and maybe, she should be grateful for it.
