❝oh my, riddle, since when have you resorted to such... underhanded methods?❞ ❝since you came into my miserable little life, potter❞ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʀᴜɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪᴛꜱ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ꜱᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇʟʟ. September of 1942, Anahera Potter began her 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her hair was silk, a cascading wave of charcoal; her eyes were gold, ready to swallow all that challenged her. If the world possessed a hierarchy, she would be royalty. A snake for a poison, a candle for the world. She taught him how to burn it all down. What she had started will end with her family name. Potter. || Book 1/1 || Started: 01/26/24 Word Count: 18.3k (current)