Grindelwald's Heir
Lilithzanie
- Leituras 394
- Votos 13
- Capítulos 7
The world knew him as Harry, the Boy Who Lived,
A child of fate, of wounds forgiv'n.
But blood remembers what minds forget,
And truths once buried rise in debt.
Beneath the scar, behind the name,
There lies a spark of silent flame.
Not born of James, nor molded true -
A father's face he never knew.
For fire runs within his veins,
A legacy of ash and chains.
The son of Gallert, fierce and bright,
Concealed beneath the veil of light.
The Triwizard's call returns once more,
With champions bold and ancient lore.
But deeper still, an echo cries,
A whisper drawn to storm-gray eyes.
Viktor Krum - aloof, unknown,
Walks paths that few have ever known.
With winter's voice and shadowed grace,
He sees through masks and past the face.
For magic stirs where fates align,
In threads of love and cursed design.
And Harry learns, through flame and frost,
What must be claimed - and what is lost.
In towers high and hidden rooms,
Where legacy and danger loom,
Two hearts must brave what time defies -
Love born beneath deceiving skies.