The Curse that Lived

The Curse that Lived

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Loyalty. Power. Blood. She was never meant to save the world. 
She was meant to destroy it. Hidden by blood. Raised in silence. Shaped by cruelty. Nyra Thorn Riddle is more than the Dark Lord's daughter; she is his legacy. His echo. His weapon. Now, the world that cast her aside will kneel. At Hogwarts, they whisper of a shadow that walks among them. A girl with hate in her veins and death in her name. But beneath the magic, beneath the mask, something fractured still beats. When the boy who should have feared her dares to look closer-to see not a curse, but a girl-the darkness inside her begins to stir. And Nyra must face the one enemy she was never trained to fight: Herself. Two Marks. One Bloodline. One purpose. 
She is the darkness the prophecies warned of. She was born to serve him.
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The Malfoy's daughter is unappreciated and sent away as much as possible. She spent lots of time with her aunt Bellatrix, but not even Bellatrix likes her. But one day something happens that... how shall I say it? Puts her Above Them All ............................................................. "IM NOT TALKING TO YOU!" "F*CK OFF!" "I'm not in the mood!" "God, you're worse than I am!" Every day, every hour, I'm reminded that I'm a mistake. I should've never been born. I walk outside and stare at the moon. A voice was behind. "Misunderstood? Unappreciated? Just like I was? Join me," a white hand reaches out to mine. I look up. Time Riddle. Or more known as Voldemort. Should I take his hand?

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