𝗢𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅
After enduring the harrowing ordeal of last year's final task, Enzo had seen what few dared to believe: the dark, twisted resurrection of Voldemort. His memories of that night haunted him-flickering shadows, the chilling whispers, and the oppressive weight of fear that had gripped him as he watched the Dark Lord rise again. Yet, despite his clear, unshakable recounting of every terrifying detail, no one believed him. The newspapers painted him as a disturbed, attention-seeking boy, further isolating him. And in the silent corners of his mind, Enzo grappled with the dreadful knowledge that Voldemort was out there, lurking, growing stronger-and he alone understood the darkness that was creeping ever closer.
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Family is the most important thing in the world until it's not. Fighting along side them until you're fighting against them. Is it truly love if we don't get to think for ourselves?
Draco and Arrow Malfoy thought they had it easy. Believing everything their father told them until they saw the pain they caused around them. Brainwashed as children and then finally given the right to think for themselves. They thought they had it all respect, wealth, friends but a boy with round glasses tainted their reality.
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"I'll never forget that night. The night I should have fought for myself instead of given in to stay safe. I thought it was a great honor. The way my father talked about how it was an honor to be chosen to be a death eater. I thought I was making the right choice but now looking back, I was never given a choice."
-Arrow Malfoy