Missariene Marol: Harry Potter FanFiction

I had a past, of which parents were a foreign thought. I never had a real life, living off of taking care of others like me was how I shadowed my emptiness in life. That was, until I discovered my faint gift for magic, which illuminated my life as soon as I realized it. I finally felt like life was good, that maybe, just maybe, I should live the life my parents tried to protect. But there was still a shadow of a doubt, or more like, a shadow of a person.

I twisted Aaroline's hand, snatched the knife, swiftly went behind her, and clutched her throat with the knife. "I've changed." "Well done! But there's one problem." Aaroline disappeared and the next thing I know, a sharp point is threatening to pierce me in the back. Aaroline whispered into my ear. "You forget, I overpower you here." Then her presence disappeared. "Bring it on."

A Harry Potter Fanfic