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Phoenix In Flight

Phoenix In Flight

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
Harry Potter. Famous, the boy who lived. And I, Arabelle May Phoenix, am practically family. Okay, okay, start from the beginning. I am Arabelle. I have extremely long fiery red, ringlet curled hair. I have the weirdest green eyes ever. They cant decide if they want to be light green or dark green or blue-green, its extremely frustrating. I am related to former Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. He's my uncle. So of course I grew up knowing some parts of the story. The great Battle of Hogwarts. Good prevailed and evil was diminished. But one outburst first year after being mistaken as a Potter-Weasley hybrid, got me a ticket into a whole new world of crazy. Not to mention, trying to find my way as a witch in a wizarding world that is beginning to branch out.
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The Malfoy's daughter is unappreciated and sent away as much as possible. She spent lots of time with her aunt Bellatrix, but not even Bellatrix likes her. But one day something happens that... how shall I say it? Puts her Above Them All ............................................................. "IM NOT TALKING TO YOU!" "F*CK OFF!" "I'm not in the mood!" "God, you're worse than I am!" Every day, every hour, I'm reminded that I'm a mistake. I should've never been born. I walk outside and stare at the moon. A voice was behind. "Misunderstood? Unappreciated? Just like I was? Join me," a white hand reaches out to mine. I look up. Time Riddle. Or more known as Voldemort. Should I take his hand?

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