Forgive me
  • ЧИТАТЕЛЕЙ 239
  • Всего голосов 3
  • Части 3
  • Время 12m
  • ЧИТАТЕЛЕЙ 239
  • Всего голосов 3
  • Части 3
  • Время 12m
Текущие, впервые опубликовано мар. 17, 2019
I own nothing obviously all belongs to J K Rowling expect for the story.
Be warned will contain incest (Blackcest) violence and strong language. 
I usually post my stories on fanfiction and archive of our own under the name Snape.granger

Andromeda Black looks back on her life and wonders if this is really the moment her beloved sister Bellatrix carries out her promise of death. 
"Some believe the pitiful life you chose is punishment enough but they're wrong sister of mine" Bellatrix's cold smile sent dread creeping down her spine. Andromeda blinked away the unshed tear, not wanting to appear weak in front of her capture. "I believe the death of your filthy half blooded daughter will bring me to forgive you" she grinned kneeling down in front of her younger sister "then we shall set the world ablaze".
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Vivienne Rosier has always known her family was shrouded in mystery, but she never imagined just how deep it went. Born into a prestigious Pureblood dynasty with French roots, she grew up among Slytherin's elite without ever suspecting that her own parents were keeping the truth from her. As Hogwarts trembles in the wake of Cedric Diggory's death, Vivienne finds herself caught in a web of secrets, dangerous alliances, and an alchemical quest that could change the fate of the wizarding world. And then there's him: Lucius Malfoy. Cold, untouchable, and everything she despises. But as the truth begins to unravel, their lives intertwine in ways neither of them expected. Between clashes, revelations, and impossible choices, Vivienne must decide whether she can trust him... or if her heart is leading her straight into danger. ---- "You have a sharp tongue, Miss Rosier," he said coolly. "Perhaps too sharp." I crossed my arms. "Perhaps." His gaze locked onto mine, and for the briefest moment, I saw something flicker beneath the surface-something that wasn't just irritation. Then, in one swift motion, he closed the space between us. Before I could react, his hand shot out, gloved fingers gripping my jaw, tilting my face up toward him. My breath hitched. "You are under my roof," he murmured, voice dangerously soft. "And while you are, you will refrain from speaking to me with such disrespect. Unless, of course, you'd like to learn firsthand what happens to those who don't." His grip wasn't painful, but it was firm. Unyielding. Commanding. ----