Birds Of A Feather

Birds Of A Feather

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It was just supposed to be mutual workings with Blitzo, nothing more. They were such great friends which is WHY he leant his Grimoire to Blitzo in order to help him with his assassination business. He didn't expect Blitzo to bring back a bloodied and nearly dead human child. What the fuck was he thinking?! Now with this on his lap, Stolas has no choice but to keep this boy under wraps until he is better. But what if... he learns of this child's past, learning of horrible things done to him?
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"Even the Dark Lord flinched when Myla raised her wand. Theo only smiled-because he knew she was his." The Dark Lord has won too much already. What remains of the old Slytherin circle-Theo, Draco, Blaise, Daphne, Pansy, and their tangled families-cling to one another in a war that has stripped them of youth, innocence, and choice. Loyalties blur, promises fracture, and survival demands sacrifices that wound deeper than any curse. At the center of it all is Myla-a brilliant tactician, the most feared weapon the Death Eaters have, and the woman Theo would burn the world to protect. But in this war, love is not salvation. It is leverage. And memory itself may not be strong enough to hold on to her. As betrayal coils through their ranks and Voldemort's grasp tightens, each secret kept to protect the family threatens to destroy it instead. In the Manor's halls and on bloodstained battlefields, they discover the war isn't just fought with wands. It's fought in the mind, the heart, and in the unbearable silence of what has already been lost.

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