Draco Malfoy fic in a Hogwarts universe where Voldy doesn't exist and everyone is alive and well.
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𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇:
Somebody who is the reason for your happiness; a soulmate; a forever lover.
Somebody you find yourself thinking about constant...
a/n: I found this picture on Pinterest that I edited to fit how I envision Samael Hadeon, in case anyone wants some visual representation.
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CHAINED
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My eyes slowly fluttered open and I was instantly greeted with a pounding headache. It felt as though my skull was being compressed so hard that brain matter oozed out.
When I tried to move, a jangling noise sounded. My wrists felt heavy.
I cast my gaze downward, only to discover my hands ensnared within unforgiving steel restraints, mercilessly tethered to the unyielding cement floor upon which I lay. Panic surged through me, compelling me to scramble into a sitting position, my back pressing firmly against the cold, unforgiving wall. The floor beneath me bore a disconcerting dampness, while a rivulet of crimson blood betrayed itself, seeping from a gash upon my lip. My once-pristine attire had succumbed to a symphony of stains, tainted by the embrace of dirt and grime.
Where the hell am I?
My body filled with dread and panic.
I found myself confined within the stark confines of a sparsely furnished concrete chamber, my hands cruelly shackled to the floor below. The air was stagnant, chilling me to the bone with its frigid embrace. On the far wall, a minuscule window offered a feeble glimmer of hope, but alas, its view revealed nothing of the world beyond-just an expanse of emptiness that seemed to mirror my desolate surroundings.
I'm in a basement.
The room bore the unmistakable scent of dampness and decay, a pungent mixture of mold and must that hung heavy in the air.
Beneath my feet, the cement floor displayed its age with small, weathered cracks, while a floor drain lay a mere few feet from my constrained position, hinting at the room's grim purpose. Above, a solitary bare bulb dangled from the ceiling, its functionality thwarted by a broken filament, leaving me in dim obscurity. The solitary string pull switch dangled tantalizingly out of reach, taunting me with the possibility of light in this forsaken space.
