This is a poem about my point of view about death.

This story takes place in 3rd year and Voldemort is already defended by the marauders. I do not own any characters, except Tiara and some other OCs All credits to she-who-must-not-be-named -------------★------------- About:- Tiara Saraswati Gryffindor, the daughter of Leander Gryffindor and Saraswati Sen-Gryffindor, is a Half-blood witch, and belongs to the bloodline of Godric Gryffindor And is also a Gryffindor, her mother was a Gryffindor and her father was a Hufflepuff. -------------★------------- ₊˚ Tiara's favourite thing to do is- enter the library and bury her nose in romance and fantasy novels- but, honestly, life can't be trusted to make her stories real, right? 𓂃🎀 In the hogwarts: school of witchcraft and wizardry where she studies, a boy who is from slytherin walks in, straight out of the pages of her favourite love stories. Draco is hot(kinda sexy), good in studies, a prefect, seems to know what she's going to say before she's said it, and just cannot get enough of her. Long description short, he's perfect. -------------★------------- Achievement [23/1/26] #23 in draco #1 in indianharrypotter #14 in novoldemortau #67 in reader #6 in potterhead [27/1/26] #23 in malfoy #2 in Tiara #30 in jisoo #4 in potterhead #61 in remuslupin [30/1/26] #2 in potterhead