Spawn of Azkaban

Spawn of Azkaban

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
"Come to redeem your last favor?" he asks sadly stepping closer to her. Bianca forced herself to look up into his beautiful eyes. Her heart tightened as she realized she was about to break the heart of this beautiful boy. She loved him so much, but she knew this could never happen. Her soul was too broken and she couldn't put that burden on him. He'd dealt with enough of her crazy life this year and it was only going to get harder with the return of Voldemort. "I guess I have," Bianca whispers her eyes stinging. "Please don't wait for me." "Now Bianca, you know I can't do that," he whispers grabbing her hands in his. "I've waited six years, I can wait a bit longer." "It's dangerous. I'm part of one of the darkest families. They're so entangled with Voldemort, it's not going to be safe," Bianca explains. "Bianca, it's going to be dangerous no matter what. Cedric got killed just for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. If you think that's going to stop me from wanting to be with you, you're wrong."
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Disgrace

You were a Potter. You grew up with Harry, your twin brother, in the same dreadful situation. You had the same lightning bolt scar, but on your neck. And you had the same blood, or so you thought. When you entered Hogwarts and were sorted into Slytherin house, your world fell apart. You found out you weren't like your parents, and were a disgrace to your family name. Then a blonde haired boy, who had seemed to hate you for your half blood statues, helped you through the transition. "But you hate Half bloods." You sniffled. "Well apparently not all of them." You looked up at the warm smile he gave you and accepted his hand standing up. "Thank you Malfoy." "Anytime, Potter." WARNING! •if you skip sections you might get confused •this is just as much a Harry Potter fanfic as it is a Malfoy •you will see the Malfoy relations get more tense as the story goes, don't get anxious!

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