Astoria

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It came closer. Slithering across the white marble door. It hissed words... words that scrambled her mind in all directions, "Ahhh, Astoria, long time no see" it hissed. "What do you want?" Astoria screamed. It came closer, "the last time I saw you, I was throwing thumbtacks into your crib", a high pitched laugh cut through the freezing air, as sharp as a knife, as dangerous as a sniper. A emerald snake with golden flakes and a human voice. "Who are you!?!" Astoria screamed, "An old friend, a new enemy" it laughed. New enemy? What did he mean!?! Then like a dam had broken, realization flooded in. Every witch or wizard knew that voice. It was a voice most people hoped they would never hear personally. Voldemort.  " That's right Astoria, it's me..." . Voldemort had came to Astorias house when she was little, he brought a man too. The man was weak, and was screaming his head off. He also had many scars across his face. Astorias mother already worked for Lord Voldemort , so he had greeted Astoria like a father. A father who killed the weak man he had brought, just brought his wand to his head and yelled Avadavara Kedavarara and with a flash of silver light the man fell to the floor. Dead and limp, his face contorted into a frown.


Dead, dead, dead.


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