The Good Dark Witch (A short HP Fanfiction)
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  • Time 9m
Complete, First published Mar 25, 2016
Emily is a Muggle. She doesn't know the magical world exists, she has no clue of anything bizarre going on, minus random murders, kidnappings, and people going insane for no reason, including her parents in 1977. In 1979, her brother dies in a car crash, leaving Emily alone. Four years later, for no explanation whatsoever, she stumbles across him with a snowy owl on his shoulder in a dark alleyway. The owl turns out to be Cecelia Dumbledore, a Necromancer, the one who brought Emily's brother back to life. It seems that everything will be okay, but things go deadly wrong when Cecelia brings Emily and her brother back to her house.

This story won second place in LVQOfficial's writing contest. I never dreamed of my writing winning anything, so thank you to her for allowing me the high honor of being placed in second for her competition. :)
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