The 8th Horcrux |Tom.Riddle|
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Eva black; from a wealthy and talented family; Eva was half seer and once upon a time had been the lover of Tom Riddle.
Although both at the beginning despised each other and fought for dominance, they shared the same desires.
Both were indulged in the idea of Immortality, so they both created horcruxes of their own, Eva doing so guiltily.
Eva herself being one of Toms horcrux, the secret 8th horcrux.
However, Tom didn't stop there, he became more ruthless and violent, he killed and spilled innocent blood, Eva stayed by his side regretfully, being blinded by love.
Until one day he had casted the unforgivable curse on her.
From fear of not her life but the life growing inside her, she ran away. Far away and blended into blind eyesight.
Now Voldemort was a world known dark lord, as was one of his victims he failed in killing; Harry Potter.
So what happens when Eva accidentally takes a step back into the wizarding world only to be captured by snitchers...
That work for Voldemort.
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