Don't you see, I own you. Your fate? It's mine. The three fates that weaved your story into life, belong to me. I turn the wheel of their string, I move their fingers. I own them.
Dark!harry
Trying something new.
Don't you see, I own you. Your fate? It's mine. The three fates that weaved your story into life, belong to me. I turn the wheel of their string, I move their fingers. I own them.
Dark!harry
Trying something new.
The irony, that the golden bird cage was a reflection of herself- a worthy possession of her dammed soul. Literally.
sirius black x fem!oc
A/n 2024- i wrote this story in 2021 and I never finished it...