COMPLETE; don't read if you want fluffy, out-of-character tom.
18+
In 1926, Grindelwald is captured for the first time by Newt Scamander, making his followers go into hiding. The Petrov family, an ancient pure-blood eastern European family, is forc...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Della's embrace was tender as she almost smothered Varya Petrov on platform seven at the King's Cross station, telling her that she had enjoyed spending so much time together, and to make sure to send an owl as soon as possible. Varya detached herself from the girl, giving her a sincere smile, then picked up her luggage. She waved to her friend one last time, before stepping on to the train that would take her to Paris, and eventually, to the Rosier establishment.
The train was much like the Hogwarts express, fueled by magic rather than an engine, and it strode over the vast oceans, connecting the British capital to French territories. It was ingenious, really, and many wizards frequented it, not wanting to rely on the troublesome Floo Network. It was much faster than the Night Ferry, although more expensive, but Varya had a fear of the ocean, and she could not bring herself to step on a boat.
She walked along the corridor, her fashioned skirt reaching just below her knees, and her black boots clicking against the floor. Her heart was cloudy, as she had enjoyed her time at the Beauchamp house, and she knew that whatever her future reserved for the next week, it would be much direr.
Varya opened one of the compartments, and dragged her satchel in, setting it against one of the leather seats. She took off her scarf, then her gloves, and patted her frozen face to heat it up. The December blow had cracked her skin a bit, and she sighed at the way her bones ached. The train's inside resembled the Hogwarts' Express even more, and she felt a tug at her heart, wishing she could return to her school soon.
She had barely slept, mind still on what had occurred the previous night, and she did not know what had alarmed her more— Tom's proximity or the grievous squeals of the pet she had tortured and killed. Varya was nauseated with her actions, especially when she realized how natural it had been for her to perform such atrocious acts.
It should not have been that easy, she should have fought against it, but a part of her had been curious as to what the spells would feel like, how their darkness would pulsate through her.
![the seven devils [completed]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/240088347-64-k737281.jpg)