For I am a Slytherin

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Death is not the greatest lost in life. The greatest lost is what dies in us as we live.






Tom and Voldermort aren't the same. Oh also Ced the dead aint dead!! Warning will make you cryAll Rights Reserved

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From the moment I received my letter from Hogwarts when I was eleven, I knew then that studying in a school filled with magic and mistery would bring adventures and mischief in my life. But what I didn't know was that in a world full of magic and madness, I'd be in so much danger. Just like now. I was stuck in a chamber hidden in the girls lavatory, Death and I were pressed against a cold, damp wall as the biggest snake I have ever seen slithered its way to us. I was shaking with fear, afraid that if it sensed that I was just in front of it, it would easily sink its humongous fangs at me, poisoning me with immense speed. I wouldn't worry about Death though, because he's immortal and cannot die. Tears were flowing down my eyes mercilessly as the basilisk moved closer. I felt Death's arms around my waist tighten as he pressed us further on the wall even though there wasn't any space left to go further. "Do not breathe" I heard Death say in my mind. I didn't breathe, and I made sure that I didn't make a single sound, yet my heart seems to betray me as it felt like it was exploding in my chest. Can anyone save us from this monstrous snake? ------- Second book from "The Eyes of a Seeker"

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"Help me my daughter. Help your father survive." My father's distorted form in the air spoke to me. "NO!" Thirteen year old me shrieked at the cloud shaped form of my biological father. "Tom and Matt will be here soon." I threatened him. My voice was firm but I was so scared inside and it felt like he could see the war raging inside me. Do I give in to him? He is my father after all. It isn't his fault he lost to a baby and left us with Rodolphus. My blood boiled at the thought of him. His face twisted into a cruel smirk which confirmed my decision. I will not help him come back to life. Panic planted a seed in my chest. "Your dear older brothers are in a deep slumber my precious daughter. I could have asked them for this task but you have always been my favourite, even as a baby." My stomach curled at listening his voice. Even though I knew he couldn't hurt me right now it still didn't calm the storms of fear brewing in my chest. "Never." My voice was low but firm. I was proud of myself for controlling the tremble in my voice. "Eh? Never you say? You will regret that little Alexia. I hear you made friends with a girl. I shall see if her will power is as strong as yours." With that his figure whooshed away and I was left alone with my thoughts. The seed blossomed into a full blown tree and squeezed my lungs until there was no air left to breathe. They thought they could have a normal life. The past belongs in the past. Right? But they have demons in their past and their future. No matter how much they repress them, they would always haunt them. After all the heirs to The Dark Lord don't get to have a normal life. No rest for the wicked.

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The Eyes of the Heir

From the moment I received my letter from Hogwarts when I was eleven, I knew then that studying in a school filled with magic and mistery would bring adventures and mischief in my life. But what I didn't know was that in a world full of magic and madness, I'd be in so much danger. Just like now. I was stuck in a chamber hidden in the girls lavatory, Death and I were pressed against a cold, damp wall as the biggest snake I have ever seen slithered its way to us. I was shaking with fear, afraid that if it sensed that I was just in front of it, it would easily sink its humongous fangs at me, poisoning me with immense speed. I wouldn't worry about Death though, because he's immortal and cannot die. Tears were flowing down my eyes mercilessly as the basilisk moved closer. I felt Death's arms around my waist tighten as he pressed us further on the wall even though there wasn't any space left to go further. "Do not breathe" I heard Death say in my mind. I didn't breathe, and I made sure that I didn't make a single sound, yet my heart seems to betray me as it felt like it was exploding in my chest. Can anyone save us from this monstrous snake? ------- Second book from "The Eyes of a Seeker"

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