THE HEIRESS

THE HEIRESS

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『 ↳✧・゚ Carina Estelle Black was raised exactly like a princess in a castle. Spoiled rotten. There's nothing in the world that Carina couldn't get. She is worshipped-people would stare at her, would envy her so much that they wish they live her life. But not everything will be handed to you in a silver platter. In fact, Carina has everything except the thing she wanted most. Harry Potter is the chosen one; clumsy and not so smart. He was raised by his muggle aunt's family as their very own manservant like he's not meant to be the saviour of a whole new world waiting for him. And then Hagrid came! And he thought, everything will definitely be perfect when he finally gets to go to Hogwarts. When Carina and Harry's life collided, Carina instantly recognized him as her life sworn enemy. How couldn't she? When she saw it in her own eyes how Harry Potter bought the entire cart of foods during their first train ride to Hogwarts, leaving nothing for her. ; 』 harrypotterxfemaleoc poa-dh enemies to lovers trope
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"𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑼𝑺..." "𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺." She was born of a bargain, stitched from starlight and ruin, the last gift of a dying son to a goddess who loved thresholds more than mercy. 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 entered the world with silver eyes that remembered every grave, golden hair that shimmered like a crown too heavy for any child, and a silence that unsettled even the house that raised her. The Blacks bred tempests, and she was a storm disguised as grace. Though long before her first breath, the constellations had written her fate. They named her for dawn yet clothed her in dusk, promising her to the boy who bore lightning in his scar. 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑-child of prophecy, boy marked by fate for death, the lamb to be slaughter and sacrificed. They found each other in corridors steeped in omen, their eyes meeting as if they had done so for centuries. His sorrow recognized her fury; her tenderness understood his ruin. Their love was not a choice but an inheritance, whispered by the heavens, sealed in the marrow of their bones. The world stood against them. As bloodlines demanded obedience, gods demanded payment, destiny demanded separation. Yet together they moved toward each other as planets do, colliding though they knew it would shatter the sky. Their love was no sanctuary. It was a doom both holy and profane, a sacrament carved into the stars with the same hand that wrote death.

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