Love had dictated Medea's life ever since she was born. It was the reason her mother had died, and the very feeling she had learned to despise. Yet, no matter how much she tried to escape it, its shadow followed her wherever she went, hiding behind every decision she took. In every promise, every betrayal, and every path she believed she had chosen for herself. For years, Medea had been content to observe from the sidelines. But as the Wizarding World stood on the brink of war and the people she cared about started choosing sides, remaining a spectator became increasingly impossible. ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── #1 hp (02.01.25) #1 siriusblack (19.03.25) #1 goldentrio (05.09.25) #1 narcissamalfoy (09.03.26) #1 blaisezabini (06.04.26)