𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 1
Julianna Verce, a shy quick witted Griffindor who spends hours after hours in the solitary of the huge library in the grounds of the biggest school in the Wizardry and Witchcraft world, Hogwarts. Her pureblood status never blinded her from the common norms of humanity unlike many. But along with the whole school, even she sometimes wondered why she was sorted as a brave Griffindor when everything about her and her actions spoke nothing but the sophisticated silence of wisdom a Ravenclaw carried. Maybe it's not always about bravery, maybe sometimes it's just fate...the question is, what does fate have in hold for her now?
Oliver Wood, a sporty Griffindor who just can't get enough of Quidditch. Some even say his middle name is Quidditch, maybe he is married to Quidditch, maybe he has Quidditch in his DNA. Who knows? But one way or the other, it's always Quidditch for Oliver, it always was, it always will be. Even he believes he is fated to be with Quidditch forever. But fate? Who knows what it holds right?
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"Love? Don't be silly Verce, Love is for fools" He scoffed at her naivety
"Fool I am then, I don't care Wood." She looked at him with glistening eyes
"Then take your fool's love and move along Verce, I don't have time for this." He shoved past her walking towards the Quidditch pitch.
"Fool's love..." She stood there, letting the tears finally fall.
The retelling of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, but through the eyes of 5th year Gryffindor, Violet Ward.
What happens when a young girl, in the midst of trying to find herself and fit it with the Golden Trio, falls for the well known Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy?
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"Would I ever do anything to hurt you?" the distinct notes of worry mingled with his words. There was a silence. The answer couldn't seem to leave Violet's throat. "Violet, do you trust me?" said Draco, barely maintaining anything more than a whisper.
"Yes," she replied plainly, though she wasn't sure if she believed the answer. She suddenly became increasingly aware of his hand on her knee, as his shoulder grew unusually uncomfortable under her head. She swallowed an anxious sigh.