Dragon Magic

Dragon Magic

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((I do not own Harry Potter of some characters on here!)) The brush scraped against my shins, thorns tugged at my jacket. I heard their calls but didn't slow down. I wouldn't let those freaks catch me, not after what I saw them just appeared out of thin air. I still remember the glass look in her eyes, as they waved that stick in her face. "We need to find and Oblivate her!" Someone yelled behind me. My snow white hair was snagged on a branch. letting out a Yelp I was yanked back. "I heard something!" Quickly I pulled my hair free and scrambled up the tree. my chest rose and feel as I waited quietly, the men passed below me. "Come out dear we won't hurt you!" Oh, by the way my name is Pearl! Pretty cool name if you ask me considering Pearls are expensive and highly wanted these days.
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"Oh my love," Voldemort sighed. "Aren't you tired of this endless running? You don't look well. All this writhing in the dust like a hunted animal doesn't suit you." Harry struggled against the binds keeping him in place, his breaths coming out in sharps pants as he twisted away from his touch. He's a monster, he reminded himself, forcing himself not to think about how gentle he could be with him. How much he missed his touch. You need to run from him, run far, far away. You are in the middle of a war! "I'm tired of chasing," Voldemort continued, stepping closer to Harry's struggling form. "Of indulging this little game of yours. Let's stop pretending there's anywhere you could run where I would not find you." He paused in front of Harry and knelt down, a hand reaching out to caress his cheek possessively. "Let's stop pretending you want to be anywhere but my arms, hmm?" "Go to hell!" Harry spits, jerking away from his touch. "I'm not yours!" "And that, my love, is where you're wrong," Voldemort said with a crazed smirk. "Nothing, not even death, could keep me from you. You always have and always will belong to me!" |.-.-.-.-.-.-.-| Voldemort had finally won. He defeated the light and gained control over Magical Britain, and in the process, he had lost everything. As he remembers how he met, fell in love with, and ultimately lost Harry Potter, he realizes that in his greed, Voldemort had ruined everything that ever mattered to him. But when new information comes to light, it's a race against time to bring Harry Potter back from the dead and reconcile their relationship or risk losing the love of his life forever... ...Even if it means getting help from what's left of the Golden Trio.

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