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!)

✧ Note: I don't own the silly pic, ltrly found it on pinterest xD so creditz to le artest! + ltrly thought of this fic last night so don't come at me! imma bite!! This work is only published on WATTPAD and AO3 ─────────────────── KRS always knew life was unfair-his new mom abandoned him, and now some rich lord with too many followers decided to adopt him. Great. Whatever. At least he'd got food, a bed, and the freedom to live his slacker life. ... .. . What if KRS getz kidnapped by silly white star?

ᵐᵘᵗᵉ/ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵠᵘⁱᵉᵗ!ᶠ! ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ꧁~ Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ, ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ sʜᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄʟᴇss sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs ɪɴ ᴀ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɢᴇs? ~꧂ ℋℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ℯ𝓃𝒿ℴ𝓎!!