In the throes of two wars, Tom Riddle returns to Hogwarts for his fifth-year, determined to achieve his megalomaniacal goals of immortality and power. In the meantime, Evadne, elected prefect for Slytherin House, is a talented witch eager to uncover...
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XIII
It stood hunched.
Whatever it was, it was not of this world.
The strange and twisted proportions were reminiscent of an accustomed human, but there was something wrong about it; along with the rest of the decimated Hogwarts courtyard and hundreds of feeble-looking wizards and witches festooned inside of it like cattle readied for slaughter in an abattoir.
A crescent of nails curved into an alienating imitation of a smile whilst two red eyes glowed in perverse eagerness — with skin so pale it was almost translucent and two slits for a nose: she had not spoken of the devil, yet he or something far worse had appeared.
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Evadne jerked herself awake, an unpleasant sheen of oily perspiration coating her body all over and her breath sobbing in and out of her mouth. She sat up, shaking all over, clutching the blankets to her chest, her head pounding and pounding...she blinked and looked around. The pounding wasn't just in her head, Katherine was slouching by her headboard and pounding on it vigorously with what sounded like a sledgehammer.
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