━ ❝ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 ❞
where the black siblings learn that curiosity did indeed kill the cat, but the satisfaction never bought it back.
━━━ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 ♡
cover by me <3
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HIDDEN TRUTHS ARE UNSPOKEN LIES.
there's no point in denying that simply because it is the truth. what is the truth you may wonder?
well, let i, as your dear and humble author tell you something that i've learned from my many years of wisdom. it's that the truth hurts, there's no denying that, but it heals you; it's like that little pinprick you get when you get your injection. it hurts like a little bitch at first, then you're sore and after a day or two, you forget you even took a jab.
but a lie, that's completely different. we've all heard the saying a little white lie never hurt anybody. well, i'll give you my honest brutality on the matter and tell you that it's utter and complete bullshit. the best way i can describe it is a lie is like a pain killer. at first, it'll give you that instantaneous relief; any hint of pain you once had gone for those few moments. but after the effects of it wears off, that pain is back and you take more pain killers. and you take more and more and more till your body can't handle it and you lose all control of it.
now you may be wondering why i'm even dwelling on this matter of truths and lies. well, the very foundations of this tale you are embarking on are built on hidden truths.
our story starts in the grassy fields of wiltshire, large green expanses of land shadowed by the dark, obsidian night sky. november the first of 1981 started off as a particularly unsettling day to day the least. not a single star in sight, the moon clouded away, no comfort.
all which could be heard was very, very faint rejoicing and shouting from a local village.
he who must not be named vanquished!
all hail harry potter!
to harry potter! the boy who lived!
yet despite the commotion from the vicinity, a family of six, now also housing their extended family of four; the adults lying down restless from the previous days' events.
a young couple lies down on their bed, their heads on their hands as they tightly clench each other's palms, their attention solely on their three children. a small girl with unruly wavy hair lies in between her two older brothers, one on either side of her, their chunky arms protectively hugging her.
