philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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xxxii||Tom Riddle
Maria winces ever so slightly as she slowly turns to face her brother and friends, James grabs her arm and drags her up the stairs to the boys dormitories, pulling her into the seventh year dorms and slamming the door, letting her arm go. He looks furious, but also scared as he stares at his sister for a few seconds.
"Are you crazy?" James asks her and Maria glares at her brother, rubbing her slightly red forearm and James raises an eyebrow. "What the fuck was that?"
"James—it's not—"
"What? It's not what I think it is?!" James shouts at her and she sighs, tears welling in her eyes as she sits on Sirius' bed, her hands on the bed either side of her as she looks at the wooden floor. "Because, Maria Potter, it looks like you were just kissing Regukus fucking Black—"
"His middle name's Arcturus, actually."
"Don't play smart with me, young lady." James snaps, the siblings fully aware that their friends are probably pressing their ears to the wood to try and listen in.
"Don't 'young lady' me!"
"He's bad for you, Maria!" James shouts at her as she recoils for a second. "Do you understand who he is?"
"He's Sirius' brother—and he's not as bad as he seems! Not to me." Maria says, matching his volume. Holding back tears, she looks up at her brother who's running hands through his hair.
"Does it not concern you one bit—that his family—his blood, kidnapped and tortured you until you couldn't even move!?" James shouts and Maria shudders, thinking bad to Christmas night of 1977.
"He's not like them."
"Yet!" James says exasperatedly. "He'll become one of them, you know that don't you?" James folds his arms, waiting for her answer as Maria twirls the serpent ring around her finger nervously.
"I know." Maria mumbles hoarsely and James scoffs, throwing his arms up and letting them slap to his sides loudly as she looks up at him, her chocolate eyes clouded over by salty tears that she refuses to let spill. "That doesn't mean he's not a good person, James!"
"So we're just gonna decide who's the good kind of death eaters now?" James scoffs, looking at his sister incredulously and she brings her finger up to wipe right under her eyes, stopping them falling as she's lectured. "Maria, you're my little sister—I can't lose you because of some pure blood Slytherin twat!"
Maria glares up at him, standing up and walking closer to him, her eyes burning into his head.
"He's. Not. Like. Them." She says firmly, walking PSG her brother, making sure to bump her shoulder roughly with his as she slams open the door and pushes past Peter and Dorcas who where right in the way, hurrying down the steps, letting her tear fall down her cheek.
