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Stil Remembering | Onhold
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Continúa, Has publicado may 03, 2022
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[ Hermione Granger x Bellatrix Black Lestrage ]

Hermione could not believe the situation she had been thrown into. Bellatrix Black was supposed to be dead. Dead. Not alive. Not alive and forcing Hermione to do her bidding. She tried to tell herself she kept coming back because her life depended on it, and not because she slowly began to feel things for the Death Eater that she wasn't supposed to feel. But as much as she tried, there was no denying it. Hermione had fallen in love with Bellatrix Black.

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Originally written by: eile24downtown on AO3
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