My Father Isn't A Murderer

My Father Isn't A Murderer

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|"Hello....?" I ask as I see the black dog transform into a middle-aged man, and I recognized the kindness in his eyes as he looked at me. "Daddy?" "My little pup...." he says, I smile weakly as we awkwardly walk towards each other. "Why are you here?" "I'm looking for a traitor" I nod. "Did you murder uncle James and aunt Lily?" I ask, he shook his head just as I see a demeantor coming. "I have to go. I love you" "I love you too" I whisper as he transforms and runs away. I walk back to Hogwarts with tears in my eyes, hoping no one notices I left during curfew| Anorea was found in the woods by Sirius Black. She was only just a month old when Sirius found her. As she was getting ready for her years at Hogwarts, she got the upsetting news that her father may have been a murderer. But he couldn't.... could he? ~~~ A/N: The cover says "xxUmbreon.Mary89" because thats my quotev name, and I will change my username on here if this story does better here. But enjoy :) ~Mura
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After the war, I told myself I was fine. I took over my aunt's coffee shop in Diagon Alley, and tried to settle into something soft and quiet. I had Quill, my gentle little dog. I had a routine. And I had the leftover echo of someone I used to love, Theodore Nott, a relationship full of silence, small compromises, and things I stopped doing without ever noticing why. Then Harry Potter began showing up. He doesn't come as a hero. He comes as someone tired, someone who carries too much, someone who looks at me like I'm easy to breathe around. And somehow, he becomes the thing I look for. The thing I miss. But dark magic is stirring again, people who still believe in old wars and old masters. When they come for Harry, they come for anyone close to him. He thinks stepping back will keep me safe. But I've already learned what it feels like to disappear in my own life. I'm not willing to lose something real again.

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