(OS)
Ecrite en colaboration avec @VénusMira_09
2 mois.
2 mois que cette maudite guerre est finie. Le Lord n'est plus. Le Lord est mort.
Mais ont-ils vraiment gagné ?
Fred, Tonks, Lupin, Fol Oeil, Rogue, Sirius, Dumbledore, Colin...
Et des mangemorts sont encore en liberté.
Parmi eux, un.
Perdu.
Il sait que bientôt, il sera attrapé. Alors, dans ses derniers souffle, il écrit.
Ecrit une lettre d'excuse.
Excuses à celle à qui il a causé le plus de tort. Et pour qui il regrette ses gestes. Excuses au monde entier.
A qui il doit bien ça.
Pardonne-moi...
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.