𝔞 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥; 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔭𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯
| philosphere's stone - prisoner of azkaban | golden trio era | book accurate |
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EMMALINA GRANGER found herself lucky to be alive.
Truly, death had whizzed past her in all his hollow glory— brushing fingers of bone against her cheek, trying to steal a kiss.
The waters below were dark, heavy with memory. She was sinking. Slowly. A battle between will and weight.
Death loomed behind her, a stygian shadow, its breath cold against her neck. It waited—patiently— for her to slip just a little too far.
But from rose-hued lips, a whisper bled:
“Not today.”
“Soft as petals, strong as steel.”
“forget stardust you are iron. your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. when you bleed, you reek of rust. it is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. and what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? you are iron. and you are strong.” — n.t.
"What do you think will happen when she steps into the real world? The world where blood means everything?"
The weight of Malfoy's words lingered in the air, wrapping around her like fog. But she didn’t waver. She wouldn’t.
Let the world whisper its rules. She would rewrite them in fire and wandlight.
"Honestly, if I had a sickle for every time Draco opened his mouth and said something stupid, I’d be richer than Gringotts." - Emmalina Granger, POA
