Love of the Undead || Hogwarts

1996. The year before the most life-changing war of wizarding history. The Warrior Unloved turned 17. No one knows who she is. Except that she is a warrior of the good, known and loved by no one, save for her clan, and that she is a pure-blood who never joined Hogwarts. Her identity is kept confidential by her clan, and she serves her purpose in turn.
She was left behind when she turned three after her father, then mother were assassinated in arson within four years of each other.
After years of blood shed, training, and discovering her true self, she is out in the open, alone, for the very first time.

She is not afraid. Certainly not vulnerable.

Joining Hogwarts in the form of an Ilvermony transfer, she meets someone who makes her feel something she never experienced before.

Was this love? Or blood lust?

She can't help but make him hers. Hers only. For this first time, she feels loved, and realizes no one can feel unloved for this long.

Especially a person as broken as her. And deadly.
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DISCONTINUED FOR AN UNSAID TIME AND WILL BE WRITTEN ONCE THE AUTHOR IS COMFORTABLE TO DO SO.