𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 "𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂." 𝐃𝐔𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 [ 𝗩𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦! 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 ] ❝ 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄. ❞ ━ 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ˗ˏˋ ✎ 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂. ┊ © -fictophilic ꒱ 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗭𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗔𝗡 ━ 𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗫 [slow updates!]

Lord Voldemort stared at the cradle where there was not one, but two children where he had only been expecting one. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "Which one of you... is my supposed death?" Or Albus Dumbledore's warnings came to fruition. (Originally posted on AO3, but I thought I'd start posting it here too!)

Nobody was necessarily destined for evil. In young Albus Dumbledore's eyes, evil was but a label for a past of mistreatment and a future of poor decisions. But when he set his gaze on Tom Marvolo Riddle, he could've sworn something sinister lurked behind his ice blue eyes. It shifted into a darkness he had never encountered before. Dumbledore was rightfully cautious when approaching another girl from Wool's Orphanage. He swore to himself he wouldn't make the same mistake twice, but he later found out he needn't be worried at all. Unfortunately, he took a long time to realize this. Longer than he would care to admit. Lucille was brought to Wool's Orphanage with no last name, and that wasn't even the strangest part about her. She seemed to know things that nobody had told her, and she'd send a grown wizard fleeing in the opposite direction with an arch of her eyebrow. There was a similar power beyond her eyes, and it took a long time for people to understand whether it was light or dark. Her tale was one no other's could compare to. Not even the bravest of Gryffindors would hope to venture down the path of a twisted, little, huffily puffily girl. [Started Feb, 2017] ***for any new readers, I'm warning you now if you wanna read through for the first time without spoilers, stay out of the comments. Especially during year two which has a mystery element! You've been warned!***