Slytherin King / WBWL

Slytherin King / WBWL

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Harry James Potter, master of death, has been reincarnated hundreds of times and is and will always be the most powerful being alive. This life is no different, now born into a new life similar to his first - how will it turn out? Another twist, he isn't a potter in this life, rather a Black! Born as the pureblood son of Sirius Orion Black and Lucia Black née Malfoy, an only child raised to be the perfect pure blooded heir that he is - of course with some pranks from his mischievous and loving father along the way. On that fateful night in 1981, the young Black heir is being babysat by Lily and James whilst his parents have a small date night, what will happen? I'll tell you what, young John James Potter was WRONGLY declared the-boy-who-lived... It was actually the young Black heir, or otherwise known as the reincarnated Harry.
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"𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑼𝑺..." "𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺." She was born of a bargain, stitched from starlight and ruin, the last gift of a dying son to a goddess who loved thresholds more than mercy. 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 entered the world with silver eyes that remembered every grave, golden hair that shimmered like a crown too heavy for any child, and a silence that unsettled even the house that raised her. The Blacks bred tempests, and she was a storm disguised as grace. Though long before her first breath, the constellations had written her fate. They named her for dawn yet clothed her in dusk, promising her to the boy who bore lightning in his scar. 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑-child of prophecy, boy marked by fate for death, the lamb to be slaughter and sacrificed. They found each other in corridors steeped in omen, their eyes meeting as if they had done so for centuries. His sorrow recognized her fury; her tenderness understood his ruin. Their love was not a choice but an inheritance, whispered by the heavens, sealed in the marrow of their bones. The world stood against them. As bloodlines demanded obedience, gods demanded payment, destiny demanded separation. Yet together they moved toward each other as planets do, colliding though they knew it would shatter the sky. Their love was no sanctuary. It was a doom both holy and profane, a sacrament carved into the stars with the same hand that wrote death.

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