The Reckoning

The Reckoning

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Dear whoever might be alive long enough to read this, My name is Freya Lion. The world as you once knew has now diminished into a total hell hole. You either live or you die and if you've managed to stay alive for this long you know that it's almost not even worth it. In this world you either kill or be killed and that's just how it is. The world was on a slow spiral downward for a long time but when you start using children as weapons, turning them into war machines you piss a few people off, you start world war. I am one of the reasons the world is the way it is today, along with my two brothers. There are others like us out there some of them are here at Heaven Hill, some of them are looking for it. My world changed when Harry found our camp. Our judgement day has come, are you ready for your reckoning?
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Harry once asked me what was the most painful thing I've endured in my life, I couldn't answer to him back then but, hearing his desperate plead for me to hold on I got my answer now. ¨Hold on please, darling.¨ And for the first time since knowing him I wanted to listen to him only now I physically couldn't but I forced myself for him, for my ray of sunshine, for my angel. It took everything in me to open my eyes but I mustered all my energy and weakly opened them to see my favorite shade of green staring back at me, and almost as a reflex ever so slowly my lips curled up at the sight of him. However, at the sight of me grief washed all over his face. I'm here but it's as if he was mourning me. I've never felt so helpless in my life, I wanted to assure him that this isn't his fault, I wish I had the strength to. ¨I'm sorry baby, I'll get us out of here.¨ Watery eyes and a determined face promised me and the only thing I could muster was a weak smile. And with that he turned to face our aggressor. ¨My house, my chair, my wife,¨ At the sound of the last word my heart literally skipped a beat and I swear my eyes almost budged off my face when a second ago I could barely keep them open. ¨You better kill me before I fucking get free, you're on borrowed time and I fucking swear I'll have the time of my life making you pay for what you're doing to my wife.¨ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's not the most ideal thing to be a mafia leader with two kids, and it surely isn't the most logical thing to fall in love with your enemy. -------------- A dark Harry fic with a little twist. Or maybe two.

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