Ivy Hawthorne has always been a mystery, even to herself. Orphaned as a baby by Voldemort's wrath, she's spent her life at Hogwarts trying to bury the scars of her past-and the dark power that haunts her every step. Born with the rare and dangerous...
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The Shadow
In halls of stone, her footsteps glide, A whisper draped in midnight's pride. With shadows woven through her veins, She walks the line where darkness reigns.
Eyes that hold the storm's own hue, Silent secrets, cold and true. Ancient power, fierce and bright, A tethered flame in endless night.
Bound by blood yet torn by fate, Love and loss in equal weight. She stands where light and shadows meet, In silence brave, yet bittersweet.
She fights her own, her power's snare, A fragile hope caught unaware. But in her chest, a restless sea— A heart that longs, but fears to be.
Ivy of shadows, fierce and free, Lost in dark's own mystery. With every choice, she fades from sight— A girl in shadows, seeking light.
The Darkness
In silver and shadow, he's bound by the past, A prince of the night, a spell ever cast. Cold eyes betray a hidden storm, A soul both hardened and worn.
He walks alone, a figure of pride, Haunted by secrets he cannot confide. Bound to duty, shackled to name, A Malfoy's curse—a lifetime of shame.
But beneath the armour, cracks appear, The tremor of doubt, the whisper of fear. A girl in shadows reaches through, And stirs a flame he never knew.
He hides his heart, afraid to break, the cost of freedom, too much to take. But in her gaze, he finds reprieve— A fleeting hope, a chance to leave.
Draco of darkness, torn in two, By love unbidden, fierce and true. Yet bound he stands in shadow's lair— A boy seeking light, yet rooted there
The Light
In shadows cast and moonlight cold, Two paths crossed, both brave and bold. With glances held, but words unsaid, They danced on threads both tense and shead.
At first, in silence, walls were kept, Eyes that wandered, secrets slept. A hesitant step, then one step more, Each wondering what the other bore.
The veil was thin, their masks grew light, Yet neither rushed to claim the sight. Guarded hearts and wary hands, Bound by whispers none could plan.
Her voice was calm, his answers few, A flicker of truth, a spark that grew. They shared their doubts, their burdens shared, In fragments broken, both souls bared.
Slow trust took root beneath the frost, A gentle bridge they feared was lost. And as the dark began to fade, Their fears grew soft, their edges frayed.
For somewhere deep, where shadows meet, There gleamed a light, pure and discreet. And though they dared not name its hue, In silent vows, the bond held true.
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