━ ❝ 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐬 ❞
in which 𝗻𝘆𝗹𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗾 tries her best to conceal her powers in dreary old wiltshire
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in which 𝘇𝗮...
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It is a truth universally acknowledged that Zafar Shafiq DESPISED the notion of marriage and partnership.
However much in 'love' a pair may be, it was his strong belief that such a thing called love was real or not. The truth so fixated and ingrained in his DNA, ever since his entrance into the world. His birth was a miracle; yet the biggest turning point in his father's life. His birth, killing not only his mother, but also his twin brother; as soon as Zubayr Shafiq set his eyes on his one and only heir, he uttered the words:
"Your name shall be Zafar Shafiq, a murderer in a wake of life."
Zubayr Shafiq was a cold man to say the least; he made it his life's worth, to ensure he would make his son's life a living hell. He was never there in his son's life, a mere sperm donor and landlord. But what Zubayr Shafiq wants, he'll get. Wanted his son in Slytherin, check. Wanted him to do all the extracurriculars that he wanted, check. Tortured and abused him whenever he felt like it, check. Made his son, fresh out of Hogwarts join the Dark Lord's circle, check. Zafar Shafiq had never learned what love was from his father. Parental love was merely a foreign concept to him.
"Is he here yet?" a bedridden Zubayr asks Minty the house elf. He never addressed her by her name. Minty would get sad when he wouldn't.
"Young Master Zafar is on his way sir. Young master said he went to see the Black's." she replies, bringing a pitcher of water towards Zubayr's bedside table.
"Good. I fear I am running out of time. Tell the brat to hurry up, now." he musters out, now going into a choking fit. Minty pours him some water into a glass and quickly apparates away.
