Nox // Dramione

Nox // Dramione

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SLOWBURN DRAMIONE A strain of Black Death has mutated in the wizarding world. A muggle disease that has long been curable, has now mingled with magic which has devastating effects. Victims rot away until they are nothing but blackened bones; a 100% fatality rate. The magical world is calling it 'Nox' because once you catch it, the lights go out. As the Nox runs its course, leaving magical hamlets and villages in states of terror and death, Dark wizards take advantage of the countless corpses and begin to create armies of Inferi. Hermione Granger, the newly elected Director of St. Mungos is called to find a cure, and Draco Malfoy, an ex-auror, who now leads the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes is in charge of finding the source of the disease; in the face of extinction. It's been ten years since the death of Voldemort, and ten years since they fought against each other in the war. Now that there's a new threat to the wizarding world, can they join together in saving it?
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