( THE GOOD GIRL IS ALWAYS A GHOST YET THE BODY IS ALWAYS THE WOUND )
Her voice drew the short breaths that would penetrate through their dried lips as she spoke lightly, only making sure that her eyes would never meet those of her dead mother's. Only most had chosen to stay clear away from her path whilst she dawned the hallways with the mark imprinted on the surface of her skin. Whispers that contained her name only strengthened the fear she had been accustomed to leaving behind. Yet the voice of the well known raven-haired boy had only sent shivers down her own spine. Shivers that only made the sweat from her palms trickle down her arms and deepen the hue on her cheeks.
The dark mark had overpowered those who had carried their name through their family history. As far as the teenager had known, the Dark Lord and his soon to come presence had done nothing but strike fear into her own body and mind. Years through years had the nails of her grandmother been pushed into her shoulders and forearms before, during and after the long-lasting hours of Occulemency just for the defence against any of the possible ways that he could scar her mind without a second glance.
With her mind at bay, Mariella did not make any bother towards the boy whose colourless eyes would never leave the back of her head. Even if she did find him the smallest bit attractive.
( FOR WHOM DO WITHERED FLOWERS GRIEVE ? )
She was never sure why it had placed her in the house that only made her seem like a person who would never be able to push her family and history behind her. The days that passed by her had only given her enough time to believe that she was in no state to be considered as a normal person. At least, that was the message that her father had managed to get across to her. She was never normal to begin with. The extraordinary ability to create pain for another with just a blink of her eye and the use of magic without a wand had always made her feel like the outsider of her family. Someone who needed help.
( AND SO I GAVE YOU THAT PART OF MYSELF NOT KNOWING THE CONSEQUENCES )
C A S T I N G
------RAVEN LYN : MARIELLA KERES
BYUN JUNGHA : MIAMORYI DELAURENTIS
BEN BARNES : SIRIUS BLACK
AARON TAYLOR : JAMES POTTER
ANDREW GARFIELD : REMUS LUPIN
JAMIE BELL : PETER PETTIGREW
KAREN GILLIAN : LILY EVANS
( BEAUTY LAYS BEHIND THE HILLS AND THEY'RE TRYING TO CATCH YOU ! )
authors note :
I would like to thank the wattpad technicians for finally putting a somewhat stop to this fuckery. ( And if you have not been aware of the recent issues then you can get out. ) So whilst I was having a good conversation with Eve and Jess about how Wattpad needs to get their shit together, I thought about rewriting this crap because let's face it, I know most of you have been avoiding this book and reading Dear Cora because it is a lot less cringey than this one. ( Shameless self promo ).
Of course I have to start by saying that whatever mistakes ( such as the name change and all that bullcrap about the two Marlene's and stuff ) you can just assume that they are an added character who never shows up because I don't have the time to go through three to four chapters with three to four thousand words in them to remove any names referring to Martina in the last book.
And secondly, I do not own Harry Potter or any sources relating to it. If I did, I would have made Ron and Hermione a thing a long time ago and killed off Voldemort the second that Peter came in with his shrivelled body during the fourth book.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and I promise I won't make this as painful as it was before. ( I still want to scream at how shitty the ending was like wtaf ). Also dedicated to these wonderful people:
willthewise DUMBLEWHORES sereinally -ijeon who have made me smile as much as I knew that I couldn't.
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MELANCHOLY.
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