A Snake's Treasure
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  • Reads 729
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 53m
Ongoing, First published Jan 01, 2022
Mature
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Iris Selwyn doesn't know how she ended up at Wools Orphanage, nor does she know much about anything, she learns when she meets Tom; a closed-off boy with an unsettling air about him, and further more, the boy all the other children are terrified of. For some reason, however, Tom seems to tolerate Iris. Why? She doesn't know- but it's clear that nothing good can come from this unlikely friendship.. but it's her, so of course she befriends him anyway, despite the insanity that shines through not long after.


Extract:

(Tom) "Stop being so naive. You forget how long I have been at this orphanage. Did you never stop to think why I have not simply wasted away just as the others have? It's because I have leaned how to survive, Selwyn. I alone have managed to make something of myself. I alone have changed my fate."


Extract (2): 

"He wasn't a good person" she said simply. Her body felt heavy, suddenly, as if her limbs and facial muscles had tiny weights attached to them.

"Neither am I" Tom said, watching her steadily.

She was quiet for a moment, before equaling his gaze.

"I know that"

...

•DISCLAIMER; there are descriptions of torture in this story, but there will be a warning at the beginning of  those chapters 

•This story begins at the orphanage, but they do go to Hogwarts.

•OC story (ITS NOT CRINGE I PROMISE)
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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? If not a normal childhood there's still a chance for a normal schooling experience. But they have demons in their past and their future. No matter how much they repress their demons, 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. ********************** I promise you this story is better than how it seems. Its filled with humor and heartbreak and you will have a grand time reading it.