I panted and look up at the little boy, who is, god knows, how much younger than me, is extending his wand to me in an attacking mode.
We are fighting to the death.
Why?
Because prophecy wants us to.
Our destiny already decided by prophecy. We can't be a great magician without killing each other. We can't make our own worlds.
To trick death, I cut my life into seven pieces and hid them from the world...
....from Harry Potter.
But my all efforts seem into the vein.
I extend my wand.
If it is destiny...
....then be it.
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Author's Note:
I don't know why, but sometimes I feel sorry for him.....
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