Magnolia- Tom Riddle

Prologue

December 13 1979

Magnolia always loved the winter , the howling wind or how the snow crunched under her feet when she was taking her long walks to calm her mind , when she had to write one of the many assignments mr.slug horn had assigned god how she hated potions. Tho in this particular evening she hated everything that was happening in her life. The crunch under her feet haunting her reminding her of her fate. The icey-cold weather sending chills down her spine oh how'd she love to return into the house just warming up on the fireplace like she did the past few weeks slumping around all day just losing herself in her silly books ,in the living room drinking her favorite cup of tea pretending everything was alright. But no she couldn't pretend anymore as she made her way through the snow each sinking step reminding her that she was bound to suffer the same fate Regulus did. What did they always say? Two sides of the same coin. She never understood what Narcissa or anyone for that matter meant with it till now. She did this a million times at the beach shore in Weymouth when she was a kid. Just swimming and dipping her head under the water holding her breath and looking up to the surface ,the sun breaking the sea into millions of nice looking patterns. This was nothing like it the cold water feeling like a thousand needles were prickling her skin. Regulus was dead and that's a fact she couldn't change.