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Prologue
The hand reached towards me. It was smeared with blood. I offered my hand to him, bending my knees without bowing down. We should never bow, we are not taught to do that. One thing I have understood is never underestimate someone who is capable of loving. Love is weakness, but power too.
It can create life but destroy it too. My cheek was split, bleeding. Dumbledore took me forward leaving the stadium.
I glanced at the traitor and moved on like he never existed. He deserved all the pain for betraying but love makes anyone weak. I hate being an empath, it is revolting. On my way I saw a broken mirror. I was exhausted, my fingers tracing over my cheek and wiping the blood that was shaped in the letter 'G'.
"It will be healed. Don't worry Rosier." Dumbledore assured calmly.
This will change my life for better or..... for worse.