Strikinghour Stories

Tᴏᴏᴋ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ 2016, Pᴇɴɴsʏʟᴠᴀɴɪᴀ, Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ. Diana Deathorine, the leader of 'The Deaths' and the daughter of two of the six members of the organization pulling the strings in Pennsylvania, 'X⁶'. Her honesty shines in the way she handles her responsibilities. Andrew Martin, the one leading 'The Fallen' and the son of two other members of the 'X⁶'. His kindness paves the path of love he walks on. So what happens when responsibilities bring closer two hearts? Will the wind of love change the direction of priorities? Or will loving a dead heart only lead to more pain? "Let's see, whether in the end there is two dead hearts, or an evergreen love"

𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 2 Arabella Heart, a quiet beauty who dawdled the halls of the library, spending hours like a raven to claw at any opportunity to hide away behind the pages of knowledge. She finds solace in being alone, lost in her thoughts, wondering about just how magical magic can be and admiring the beauty hidden in everything. Tom Riddle, arrogant, prideful, clever, a true Slytherin. But behind the great wizard he proves to be, he is a wanderer headed towards a very horrifying deed. Power, a hunger that's never quite quenched, yet a hunger many craves, and like many he took a step down the dark lanes, but who can fight the pull of love that fate tugs at? 𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍 Arabella walks her way towards the library, humming softly in the peacefully quiet hallway with an awed Tom Riddle a few steps behind her, lost in the harmony of her serenity that engulfed him under the sparkling light of the full moon in the otherwise dark night. Oblivious to the threads of fate and love that tied the knot up in the sky between the constellation of their stars, one too lost in her peace as the other found solace in her voice.

𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 1 Julianna Verce, a shy quick witted Griffindor who spends hours after hours in the solitary of the huge library in the grounds of the biggest school in the Wizardry and Witchcraft world, Hogwarts. Her pureblood status never blinded her from the common norms of humanity unlike many. But along with the whole school, even she sometimes wondered why she was sorted as a brave Griffindor when everything about her and her actions spoke nothing but the sophisticated silence of wisdom a Ravenclaw carried. Maybe it's not always about bravery, maybe sometimes it's just fate...the question is, what does fate have in hold for her now? Oliver Wood, a sporty Griffindor who just can't get enough of Quidditch. Some even say his middle name is Quidditch, maybe he is married to Quidditch, maybe he has Quidditch in his DNA. Who knows? But one way or the other, it's always Quidditch for Oliver, it always was, it always will be. Even he believes he is fated to be with Quidditch forever. But fate? Who knows what it holds right? ❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎ "Love? Don't be silly Verce, Love is for fools" He scoffed at her naivety "Fool I am then, I don't care Wood." She looked at him with glistening eyes "Then take your fool's love and move along Verce, I don't have time for this." He shoved past her walking towards the Quidditch pitch. "Fool's love..." She stood there, letting the tears finally fall.