Wrong Ends • Theodore Nott fanfiction

Wrong Ends • Theodore Nott fanfiction

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Última publicación dom, nov 2, 2025

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In a world where silence speaks louder than spells, two broken souls orbit each other like stars too afraid to collide. She's the Slytherin princess with ice in her veins and fire in her soul-raised to be cold, but never truly numb. He's the quiet boy who reads poetry behind closed doors and hides scars no one sees. They don't hate each other because of bloodlines or legacies. They clash because they see *too much* in one another-the cracks beneath the mask, the truth behind every lie they tell themselves just to survive. From childhood glances to stolen words in shadowed hallways... their story begins with indifference. Then comes rivalry. Then pain. Then something neither dared name-until it was too late. A love written in secret. A fate sealed by silence. An ending no spell could rewrite... Welcome to *Wrong Ends* - where even hearts that fit together... can still break apart. ---

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