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2020-09-08
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Blood and Roses

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Astoria Greengrass enters Hogwarts a haughty, entitled heiress, confident in the superiority of her ancestry. At 16, she is disillusioned, bitter, and fighting for her life against the very society that raised her.

After a violent childhood, her school experience, one year behind Harry Potter, is turbulent. She inherits a blood curse, and with it the Sight. She falls in love with Draco Malfoy while still in school. They're too young to love properly; they’re still becoming themselves. But fate will have its out-they’ll love each other forever, as long as they don’t destroy themselves in the process.

At the same time, her worldview is gradually shredded to pieces. As she meets people who defy everything she was taught about them, she begins to question even her beliefs about herself. But she doesn’t have time for philosophical ruminations. There’s a war brewing, and she has to declare an allegiance.

Growing up is never easy, but the universe seems to have a personal vendetta against Astoria Greengrass.

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Chapter 1: prologue

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"Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy"-F. Scott Fitzgerald, Notebook E (1945)

 

April, 1997

Astoria’s father’s rumbling voice shakes the manor, each well-preserved heirloom clattering a little with the noise. She is running through the hallways barefoot, long black plaits flying behind her, trying to escape the commotion in the parlour. She reaches her destination in what must be record time, swinging open the door to some ancient, tiny closet behind the kitchen which nobody else even knows exists.

She flops down on the ground, bunching her braids up under her head and staring up at that old stone ceiling. Her father’s voice is barely audible from here, and the stone walls warp it so that it seems almost warm. She has often wondered if there is some kind of enchantment on this place, because it’s walls seem to be an impenetrable shield. This is the safest place in the world. Still, her heart is racing. At sixteen, she should be too old for this. At sixteen, she should not be afraid of her father any longer. 

She grips her wand tightly in her hand, knowing he will not follow her but if he did, if he did , at least she’d have some chance to defend herself. At least she wouldn’t be entirely helpless. But he’s not going to follow her. He never has. At least, not yet. A war is brewing, and some part of each of them knows they will be on opposing sides.