the wizarding world is at war. wizards and witches are in a battle for dark and light- for power. the world seems like it's coming to a tragic end.
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draco malfoy meets a girl living in his home. and she's a death eater.
but that doesn't stop him...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
𓆙 Devon sat in silence at the meeting table. She had nothing to say to anyone sitting at the table with her.
Draco hadn't entered the room yet. Truth be told, she hasn't seen too much of him over the past few days.
Finally, she caught his gaze as he entered the room. Immediately, Draco went to take the chair next to her. But before he could reach her, another wizard took his place.
Draco scowled, reluctantly taking the open chair next to the wizard.
Devon nervously fidgeted with her hands, pulling on her fingers. She had been anxious ever since Harry Potter and his friends were here.
Voldemort approached the table, taking his seat. The room went dead silent, as it always did when the Dark Lord made his entry. Without a word, but having all of the attention, Voldemort placed down a wand.
He waved a hand over it to show it off, sitting back with a smug expression.
"Do any of you know what wand this is, that I possess?"
No answer.
"Well, this wand, is the elder wand. One of the Deathly Hallows, and the most powerful wand to ever be created. And it's in my possession." Voldemort almost... giggled?
"How did you acquire this wand, my Lord? It was believed to be lost forever," a Death Eater spoke out, shocked just as the rest of them.
"I pried it from the corpse of Dumbledore himself." Voldemort snickered giddily, as if the thought excited him more than the actual wand. "Now, with this, I can finally beat this wretched Harry Potter."
Devon had to resist the urge to turn towards Draco.
She could tell he was doing the same.
The room grew more cold, as Voldemort made his way around the table, running his hand along the back of each person's chair.
He stopped as he got to Devon, leaving both hands on opposite sides of the back of her chair.
Devon sat stiff and unmoving. Yet, her face still had that bold and confident look on it.
"And, you..." Tom lowered his hand, gliding it from the side of her, next to her shoulder to the top of her arm. "Miss LeBlanc, what do you think about all of this?"
Devon thought over her works determinedly, but quickly. "I think it's the best outcome for all of us, my Lord. I believe we will now be able to win with this wand in your possession."
