The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out...
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NOT COMPLETED You were in 6th year at Hogwarts, you were forced to work for the dark lord Voldemort. They were all abusive there, they never treated you fairly. Your arms and legs were always covered in marks and bruises, but never your face. They didn't want anyone finding out about you. One day Draco notices a bruis...