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"Before I leave," Albus Dumbledore began, staring coolly at the figure in front of him, "where will the child go? This is the last act of freedom you'll get, as you're aware. Choose wisely."
A maniacal laugh sent shivers shooting up Dumbledore's spine and down his arms. He gripped his wand a little tighter. In all his years, he still hadn't met someone as unnerving as this convict.
"Wool's Orphanage," the figure responded, hidden in the shadows. "I bet you know why, old bat!"
It was as if this putrid human had sent a wave of icy water crashing over him. Dumbledore kept his face calm despite how much he wanted deny the convict's wishes. How much he wanted to take the child to a normal muggle family, to a safe, secure home with no dark memories lurking within it.
Images of a young boy with eyes of ice and a tongue of silver clouded his vision; a teenager whose skin turned gray with each passing day; a chillingly handsome man with scarlet eyes and a forked tongue; evil reincarnated in the form of a serpent.
Still, he persisted. And he left the convict with these words, his voice for once retreating from its soft tone, ringing out for all prisoners of Azkaban to hear. A promise to himself.
"She will not grow dark."
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a/n:
If you don't know already, I first posted this book in July 11, 2017. If you haven't read Voldemort's Pen Pal, which I wrote in 2015, this is a continuation of Lucy Rochester and her roots and her future, since I didn't fit that into the five 200 word parts. Voldy's Pen Pal isn't something you have to read in order to understand this (and keep in mind I was a terrible writer when I wrote that, it was all for fun)
As of December 2020, I am going through and editing the first year right now— the changes won't be confusing, I'm just sharpening up the grammar and adding extra bits of funny dialogue. Also there are a few confusing descriptions that I'm hoping to clear up ^^. Thank you to everyone who's come back to reread, and I hope you can spot the new dialogue when it comes! Happy reading!!
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