"I don't know why i'm writing this.
I mourned you once, I won't do it again.
Next Thursday is a trap. Don't go."
Recovered Translated Correspondents between Death Eater Mattheo Riddle, to Order Member Alexandra Brooks, 2003.
The Riddle Manor, 2003.
Mattheo.
I think death would be a kindness compared to what I'm feeling right now.
How the actual fuck was Alexandra Brooks standing in front of me right now?
Correction, in my arms, right now?
She's dead.
I'm hallucinating.
I must be.
It's the only logical explanation for the way my heart is racing and my hands are trembling, clinging to the warm reality of her presence while my mind spins out of control.
My grip on her waist tightens, and I can hardly think straight.
Fragments of memory crash into one another like waves against jagged rocks.
I seen her die.
How the fuck was she here?!
"Riddle." Alexandra's voice cuts through the silence, sharp, strong, as she slides her mask up, just enough for me to see her face, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Oh, that's fucking rich, coming from her.
My entire body is frozen, a statue caught in the chaos of this impossible moment.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
This isn't fucking happening.
My eyes scan her face, taking in every detail that's burned into my memory.
But this Alexandra is different.
The light that once shone so brightly in her eyes has dimmed, replaced by something darker, deeper, more profound.
She looks... beat up. Sunken. Downright... sad.
Five years.
The destruction I've caused in her absence.
I think of the dark paths I walked, of the people I hurt, and the blood I've spilled, all driven by the haunting specter of her loss.
She was alive—alive through the storm I had unleashed.
She has witnessed it all.
"Nothing to say now, The Dark Lords prodigy?" She whispered, her eyes cutting into mine like daggers.
She's alive.
I'm holding her.
The accusation hangs heavy in the air, suffocating me.
Anger radiates from her, sharp and unyielding.
It's raw, fierce, and it stings as much as it cuts.
"Alexan—" I start, but she squeezes my hand, her eyes blazing with fury.
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Bound By Blood.
Fiksi PenggemarAlexandra Brooks, Ravenclaw, best friend of the Golden Trio, and faithful order member. After the wizarding war, when Voldemort wins, Alex finds her self in the middle of both sides. Enemy to the Slytherin boys, targeted and hunted, she knows too...
