Astrid Ninomae had never expected this would be what she'd become. Yet it made an awful lot of sense being that... a villain. "You're a monster!" Draco gasped, despite his best efforts to look more angry than hurt. "Yes," she nodded, tilting her head in a challenge as they stood chest to chest. "And I don't intend to apologize for being one. Why should I when no one ever apologized for making me into one? So get this," she paused to clear her throat, "screw you, dearest, and not in the way you always imagined you would." ••• [slowburn ; year 6 - future} [lovers to enemies to...] [mature themes] [daily updates] [the writing and plot only get better as the story progresses and the characters grow up] ••• this is a second part to 'they were just kids' read 'dear reader' of this book or the previous one for more info //The boy who had no choice and the girl who made all the wrong ones// ••• All characters and settings in the Harry Potter world are owned by J.K. Rowling. I only own Astrid and a few other select characters. All the other pictures or videos used in the book belong to their respectful owners.

Elizabeth Roxaine Black and Atlas Sirius Black were twins born in the middle of a war. Their mother died in childbirth. Their father was Sirius Black. For three brief years, they lived in a whirlwind of warmth and chaos; raised by the Marauders, passed between laughter and firewhiskey, bedtime stories and Auror missions. Roxaine doesn't remember much. Just the sound of Lily's voice. The way James called her "Lizzie." The way it all ended, one Halloween night, with screams and silence. After that, they were sent to Grimmauld Place. Raised by Walburga Black. Taught the proper way to speak, walk, hex, and hate. The twins were close once. But in that house, they learned to survive apart. When Walburga died, Roxaine was sent to live with the Malfoys. Atlas was sent to Remus. Years later, she returns to the world; elegant, cruel, brilliant. A Slytherin star. A Black through and through. But the past doesn't stay buried. And no one warned her what would happen when grief meets prophecy. Or how love (and war) would find her again.

Remember once the things you told me And how the tears ran from my eyes They didn't fall because it hurt me I just hate to see you cry [started 18/05/2025]