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Diminuendo

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
What if you were given the chance to communicate with the soon to be dark lord? Rhea asked herself this question when she stood before the lost diadem of Ravenclaw. She bowed before it and whispered to herself, "What was once lost is now found. Was it ever lost if no one searched around? Tom, forgive what I am about to do but I can't pretend anymore with not knowing your lies". Rhea felt the diary vibrate in her hand and she opened it up only to see his fancy scribbled writing. He wrote: "You can't leave me. Wherever you go, I will find you and you will be mine.I know what you're hiding Miss Stone and this isn't the end.I might be a reflection of my past self yet, this only goes to show that only I can live forever".
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He had achieved almost everything he had wanted. He had power and he was immortal. And yet, there were a few things he hadn't achieved. He had not been able to get rid of his fear of defeat. And he had not been able to forget what had happened that fateful night fifteen years ago. If you asked him whether he has rued what happened that night, he would tell you that there's no room for repentance or contrition where there's not even a conscience. Yet he would tell you that although he felt no remorse that did not mean he did not regret. Sometimes you only know what you've had when you lose it. Sometimes it needs loss to inspire perception. Sometimes you need a second chance. And sometimes you get it. ********** This is the sequel to my story "Poison", and I guess it's necessary to have read "Poison" for "Perception" to make sense, so please feel invited to read "Poison" first if you haven't done so yet ;-)

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