RUNAWAY ✬ george weasley

Lysandra Hawks wasn't like anyone else.

She was chaos wrapped in calm, light tangled with shadow-a force so potent, even the darkness seemed to hesitate around her.

But she wasn't just powerful. She was volatile. Unpredictable. The kind of strength that could turn the tide of a war-or shatter the world as they knew it. And the Dark Lord knew it too. That's why he hunted her, willing to break the unbreakable if it meant twisting her unparalleled gift to serve his will.

People didn't just avoid Lysandra-they feared her. Her name drifted through hushed conversations like a warning, a chill that settled in the bones of anyone foolish enough to cross her. She wasn't a person to most. She was a legend. A cautionary tale. Untouchable. Unstoppable.

But George Weasley didn't seem to care.

He didn't flinch at these blinding lights that curled around her like whispers of a storm. Didn't falter in the face of her power-the kind that made others shrink away. Where everyone else saw a weapon, he saw something else entirely. A spark. A light that refused to be snuffed out, no matter how much the world tried to bury it.

His friends thought he was crazy. Foolish. They warned him over and over again to stay away from her. But George had always been drawn to danger-and Lysandra was more than that. She was a puzzle. A girl stitched together by jagged edges and broken pieces, fighting every second to keep from falling apart.

And deep beneath the fire and the fury, he swore he saw something delicate. Something worth protecting.

Even if it meant being consumed by her storm.

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