Noxflorawrites

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Where Wild Things Grow - Chapter Two: Home (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1524623519-where-wild-things-grow-chapter-two-home?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Noxflorawrites I was never meant to survive this long. Not in that house. Not at this school. Not in a world where monsters wear human faces and the true threats lurk in the spaces between spells. But I did. Fourth year, I suffered. Fifth year, I built a home where no one could find me. Sixth year, I sharpen my claws. I learn what it means to not just survive-but to thrive. Draco Malfoy has become my shadow, my silent, unwavering protector-whether I like it or not. Blaise watches my back. Theo makes sure I eat. Pansy glares at anyone who dares look too long. I never expected to have people. I never expected to have them. But war does strange things. It binds us. Breaks us. And soon, it will test us. Seventh year, I am forced from the shadows. I am stripped bare, bound in chains, tested until I crack-but not break. Because breaking is not an option when lives hang in the balance. I will protect the innocent, even if it costs me what little I have left. Some names will be remembered. Some will be forgotten. And some, like mine, will be burned into history. I am Astrid Ashthorn. I do not belong to anyone. And yet, a brooding potion master watches me now. Silent. Calculating. Trapped in an impossible position, bound by a war he never wanted. He should know better. I will not be caged again. I will not be used. But I am not above shifting the pieces of this war to ensure we win. Even if that means accepting the help of a man who should be my enemy.

Where Wild Things Grow - Chapter One: Is this death? (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1524597499-where-wild-things-grow-chapter-one-is-this-death?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Noxflorawrites I was never meant to survive this long. Not in that house. Not at this school. Not in a world where monsters wear human faces and the true threats lurk in the spaces between spells. But I did. Fourth year, I suffered. Fifth year, I built a home where no one could find me. Sixth year, I sharpen my claws. I learn what it means to not just survive-but to thrive. Draco Malfoy has become my shadow, my silent, unwavering protector-whether I like it or not. Blaise watches my back. Theo makes sure I eat. Pansy glares at anyone who dares look too long. I never expected to have people. I never expected to have them. But war does strange things. It binds us. Breaks us. And soon, it will test us. Seventh year, I am forced from the shadows. I am stripped bare, bound in chains, tested until I crack-but not break. Because breaking is not an option when lives hang in the balance. I will protect the innocent, even if it costs me what little I have left. Some names will be remembered. Some will be forgotten. And some, like mine, will be burned into history. I am Astrid Ashthorn. I do not belong to anyone. And yet, a brooding potion master watches me now. Silent. Calculating. Trapped in an impossible position, bound by a war he never wanted. He should know better. I will not be caged again. I will not be used. But I am not above shifting the pieces of this war to ensure we win. Even if that means accepting the help of a man who should be my enemy.