the black legacy | theodore nott

the black legacy | theodore nott

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Where Lyra Celeste Black-Rosier is accustomed to the people's stares and whispers at the mention of her name. "She's the daughter of a murderer!" they say as the daughter of the infamous Sirius Black passes by, which leads her to learn to take advantage of her linage. or Where Sirius Black is out on the loose while the daughter he neglected is wondering why he seems to care more for the Boy Who Lived than for his own blood. or Where Theodore Nott, the boy who once stood at her side, suddenly becomes the one person Lyra can't quite read - the one who annoys her, challenges her, and forces her to face the feelings she swore she'd never have. [english version] TW: Really toxic and 'bloodpurist' behaviors, underage adult practices [female oc x theodore nott] i dont own any of the characters nor the saga!! everything (except for the plot and the original characters that do not appear cannonly) belongs to jk rowling. [any copy/adaptations without my permission will be forbidden] started: oct 20 2023
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