A Mud-Blood story

A Mud-Blood story

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have you ever wondered how a muggle born gets there stuff for Hogwarts? or how it feels to know your the odd ball of you family join Angelina BlackHeart a 11 year old Muggle who finds out shes a witch! read about her classes friends and Crush? ALL RIGHTS TO J.K ROWLING
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[COMPLETED] Sophie Pendragon has just completed her very first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She is the half-vampire daughter of Jenkins Pendragon and Sophie Hatter. After Jenkins's death, his twin brother, Howl Pendragon, adopted Sophie as his own. At Hogwarts, she befriended many people in her Hufflepuff house, as well as Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. Ron's older twin brothers, Fred and George Weasley, have also befriended her. However, the first human she ever bit may be the one to steal her affection, if she isn't stolen away by a darker magic. Sneak Peek: I quietly walked in and stood outside of the stall she was hiding in. She was afraid. I manifested my power in my hand and let the magic creep into her stall until I felt it connect with her. I'm ending this. "Ginny, give me the diary. Forget about this," I whispered and the door opened. My green magic was fully swirling around her and she gave me the diary. She walked out and I dropped to my knees. I punctured the tip of my finger with my fang and opened the diary angrily. With one word, I was fully emotional: STOP. My vision went blurry when the blood seeped into the now blank pages. A part of me went into the book and I felt the soul in the book creeping into mine. I was put into a slumber and I heard Tom's voice. It wasn't the same voice that praised me. "Finally," he said and I was put to sleep.

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