Annestiel: Finding Grace

Annestiel: Finding Grace

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This is a Supernatural fan-fic featuring my lovely OC, Annestiel on her journey to retrieve her stolen grace. Some of the details in here might not be accurate to the show. If you notice something that you don't like, please leave some positive criticism and I'll look it over. (on hold, may start up again)
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Imagine surviving in a fucked up Harry Potter AU with a murdering racist on the loose and an emerging Gray Lady. Anne could not imagine surviving here if these Slytherin boys and 'queen' don't stop causing havoc. Siriusly, why is Rosaline Potter? ******************************************* Excerpt "Sallow stop right this instant!" "And if I don't ? What are you gonna do Potter, let your dogs loose on me? How terrifying." She replies with a perfectly poised face. However her brisk pace is halted suddenly as Lestrange closes in on her, grabbing her throat in a vice grip as he leans down to her eye level, whispering throatily, "She asked you a question, so you answer. Hmm?" Holding onto her wrists with his left hand and her neck in his right one he swipes up his thum to brush against her jawline. Dolohov and Nott lean on the walls with identical poses as they both level her with a sharp gaze. Tilting her head sideways so she is focusing on bright emerald eyes Anne speaks, "You might worship the ground she walks on Lestrange. But I don't own shit to your queen, especially not an explanation." The addressed male get so enraged that he increases the pressure at her throat and she can already feel the bruises forming and - suddenly he is thrown on the floor with a loud thud as Anne gets enveloped in the familiar embrace of expensive cologne and the gentlest whiff of spices, as she hears her saviour's words, easily imagining his thick brows furrowed in urgency. "Are you okay, doll?" With ice blue eyes clouded with worry. ******************************************* Let's not forget her identity, like Sebastian Sallow's great granddaughter? Gee thanks for the legacy. But ancient magic is cool.

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