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The sound rattled the very air, scraping against Ron’s ears like nails on a chalkboard. “Finally.” The Shadow Master’s voice thundered with glee. “To think of all the centuries, all the schemes, all the blood I had to spill to get the Dark Lord’s heart.” “Bring them back!” Ron cried, stumbling forward, for he realised the Shadow Master had lied to him. “You promised!” The winds surged violently, whirling debris into the air as the cloaked figure rose above the square. He peered down at Ron, eyes gleaming faintly beneath the hood.

“I hope you had nothing to do with this.” “Absolutely not!” he snapped. “I’m not as foolish as the others, starting a war just for pride! And there’s no way I would order anyone to hurt my daughter!” I pouted. “Good, then. Now let’s gather all the Moon Dust warriors and see if my theory is correct.” Although Harry looked unhappy about being ordered around, he had no choice but to comply. He called the warriors—using the mind link, of course—and soon enough, those werewolves began arriving at the headquarters from all directions.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

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'' Celia is a witch , Stella is fairy , Adam is Swordsman , Albert is spell caster '' the master said . '' What about that little girl ?'' asked Arthur . '' I am not a little girl , i am one hundred years old you fool , i can erase your existence from this world '' she shouted . '' Calm down , Noir is , her existence is closer to gods in this world she's the god , there's no magic or spell that she cannot use '' the master said . '' And what about you master ?'' asked Arthur . '' Me ? i am well a magician along with giants ability '' replied the master . '' She's the strongest here '' said Noir . '' Yes i have'nt been able to beat her yet '' said Adam .

I said, my voice trembling. “Oh, I’m very serious,” the Master said. “Your death would bring peace between our kinds. It would end the violence, the hatred. But if you choose to live, the chaos will only continue. More will die, and it will be on your hands.” Tears filled my eyes as I shook my head. “That’s not fair,” I whispered again. The Master’s expression softened, but it only made him look more dangerous. “Life is not fair, little one. But you have a choice to make. Will you sacrifice yourself for the greater good? Or will you let the world burn to save your own life?”

And no matter how much I tried to destroy her, she always came out stronger. “She’ll be the death of me,” I muttered bitterly, laughing through my tears. But no—he would be the death of me. The Master. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I wrapped my arms around myself, rocking back and forth as if that would stave off the inevitable. The Master didn’t tolerate failure, not even from someone like me. I was disposable. A pawn. And I had failed him. He will come for me.

“M-master… what… what will you do now?” The Master’s gaze landed on the trembling figure, his smile sharp, cruel, and dripping with theatricality. “Now?” he said, voice low, deliberate, curling like smoke. “Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.”

"She told me to give it two weeks at max." Anger boiled inside of me. I should have known that she would twist my words and use them against me. "That is not true, Mey." I gave her hand a squeeze. "You are not a conquest. You are my special one, my only one, and I love you, Mey." Mey smiled and her eyes turned soft. "I love you too." * * * “Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love,” Dumbledore says in chapter 35 of The Deathly Hallows when looking at the remains of Voldemort's soul.

I can feel the hate emanating from his voice, “I can create a thousand Imogen’s If i so wish” With that, he let go of my neck and shoves me towards the door, “ you can leave tomorrow, It is already too late” after he is done talking, master walks out of the door without sparing me another glance. I can only gulp and tug at my heart, maybe this is the last mercy master will show me. My life is hanging on a thin thread which I must not cause to fail, Master is going to kill me and nothing is going to change it. Our perfect night memories are ruined but even in all this, I can't help but admire his retreating figure. Maybe this will be the last time I can look at him like this, a tear trickles