Life Update #3 + Announcement about The Heir Of Slytherin

December is here and I am so excited! I have so many plan for this month and I am determined to have lots of fun before 2015 ends! 🙂
So before I ramble on about what is going on in my life right now, there is an announcement I’d like to make about the fanfiction I was writing here; The Heir Of Slytherin. I am really sorry for the delay! I know many of you are waiting for the next chapter and I haven’t uploaded it. Well I’d like to inform you that I won’t be uploading the new chapters here anymore because this blog is changing and there won’t be any space for the story here. Fear not, I am not abandoning it. I am simply moving it to fanfiction.net!
I read a lot of fanfictions there and I recently opened up an account over there and I would be transferring the story to that platform.
So I will be leaving a link to the story in my next life Update post which will be coming up soon as it’s December! My favourite month! So if any of you would like to continue reading the story, here is an update for you! 😀

Also, do any of you read fanfictions over there? I just love reading those stories as they are so creative and fun! 🙂

I had a look-book picture session today and it went on for hours and I was so exhausted after that! The pictures came out really good, I think! I loved it! Can’t wait for you guys to see it!! Here’s to the new blog! So excited, are you?? 😀

I also spent the whole evening sitting under my blanket working on my multimedia project/exam which is on Monday! I also have to attend a wedding that very day which will start when I giving my exam and I don’t know if I’ll make it! 😛

Wish me luck for my exam!! (Will need it!) 😛

See you soon!
Bye! 😀

♡ *Continues munching on chocolates happily* ♡

The Heir Of Slytherin Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Harry Potter series nor am I making any money from this story… This is just my imagination running wild! 🙂

Chapter 3

Claire stood with Ava in front of the Potions classroom along with the whole of fifth year Gryffindor and Slytherin students who were all engaged in random conversation when she saw the potion’s professor Horace Slughorn coming towards with his usual goofy good-natured smile. “Hallo! It is so lovely to see all of your tanned energetic faces again!” he said and ushered them all into the huge potions classroom. Slughorn then took his place behind the teachers table and faced everyone. “I hope you had a nice break! Now this is a new school year which means new books, new lessons and new potions to brew!” he said and gave a small laugh and clapped his hand.

“Before we start with today’s lessons, how about you tell us how you spent your holidays, eh?” he asked. “Mr Malfoy, would you like to share?”

Abraxas Malfoy had long white hair which was secured at the nape of his neck. He was tall and lanky with a proud and over-confident face and had an obnoxious smirk. He stood up and dug his hands into his pockets, “Well, my family and I went to Germany this year and I helped my father with his business. I know I did a wonderful job because we raised a lot of galleons… I thought we should give some…you know as charity to those poor unfortunate ones,” he said glancing at Merry and Jerry Weasley from Gryffindor, “Since we already have so much but my father invested it a mansion in London and I spent a lot of my time there.” He finished and gave his signature obnoxious smirk.

“Well, uh… How wonderful, Mr Malfoy. Congratulations! Who else… Let see… Miss Noire? Would you like to share?” Slughorn asked.

Claire was whispering with her friends in a corner and jumped up when the potions professor called her. Hesitantly, she stood up while brushing her hair out of her eyes and faced ahead.

“Err… Let’s see… I spent my time helping my sister prepare for her 1^styear in Hogwarts, sir. She started this year, you see,” she said while fidgeting with her fingers, “Then Ava and I did a lot of research on the Tri-Wizard Tournament and we just…had fun, I suppose.” Claire said.

All eyes were now on her and Claire felt mortified. “The Tri-Wizard Tournament? Are you planning on entering, my dear?” Slughorn asked with his usual friendly smile.

Clairenodded enthusiastically, “But of course sir! Ava and I both want to enter! We had been planning for this for many years now!” she replied while Ava who sat beside her agreed.

“How wonderful it is to see girls as brave as yourselves, take part in these tournaments! Wonderful, simply wonderful! Good luck, my dears!” Slughorn said while looking around for the next candidate. The students from Slytherin started throwing venomous glares at the Gryffindor pair and started mumbling and sniggering.

The potions class had been uneventful as Slughorn refused to start complex potions just yet so the students were just taking down notes.

As class ended and students began to pour out of the classroom, Olive Hornby and her gang of ‘Giggling Grasshoppers’ crowded around Claire and Ava.

“Want to enter the Tri-Wizard eh, Noire? Ohh I have been preparing for a long time for this, sir!” Olive said imitating Claire’s voice.

“Wow, don’t try to imitate my voice, Hornby I don’t sound like a strangled female cricket like yourself.” Claire said with a smirk while Ava chuckled beside her.

“Now ladies, what is this cat-fight about?” Abraxas who had just arrived, wrapped an arm around Olive’s shoulder and asked while Claire and Ava rolled their eyes.

“So Noire… How is your Tournament preparation going so far?” he asked smirking and winking at Claire who made a gagging motion.

“Your company of evil ditched you or something, Malfoy?” Ava asked and Abraxas glared at her.

“Oh I know how much you miss and love us, Bailey! Don’t worry your little heart, turn around!” he cooed.

Ava and Claire turned in an instant and saw that Tom Riddle, Alphard Black, Cygnus Black and Rodolphus Lestrangemaking their way towards them.

“Goodness the company of evil approaches…” Ava grumbled.

“Evil? That just shows how soft you are in your head, Bailey!” Olive sneered, “They are our school idols! Tom being on top!” she said and her expression changed to a sugar coated smile as the boys halted beside them.

“Entering the Tri-wizard, Claire? How can you torture me so much, my dear! I shall have to jump in front of death for you when I see you cornered.” Alphard Black said turned her face to look at her.

“Really? Then be sure to jump and rid me of you!” Claire snapped and shoved away his hand away which was rested on her chin while he laughed.

“Tom!” Olive cried in an extremely shrill voice and latched herself on his arms, “Sit with me during lunch!” she said batting her eyelashes.

“It will be a pleasure to have your company during lunch, Miss Hornby.” Tom said and gave her his fake smile. He desperately wanted to shove her off him but he controlled himself. Beside him Claire snorted and he immediately snapped his head in her direction and starred at her coldly.

“I am surprise you are not deaf yet, Tom!” She said and smirked haughtily. “You will surely need hearing-aids when this year ends.”

Tom looked at her for a moment then gave her his usual fake sugary smile which made girls melt like ice, “Then be thankful that it is not you, Miss Noire who has to bear such misfortune.” He said. “Are you going deaf, Tom?” Olive asked, stunned completely unaware of what they had been talking about.

Tom seemed to hold back an irritated sigh as he turned to the annoying girl beside her, “Why not at all, Miss Hornby! Whatever gave you such an idea?” he asked through a tight smile.

“Well, if you ever face any problems, you will tell me, yes? Don’t go on talking to these Gryffindor misfits!” Olive said throwing a scowl towards Claire. “Don’t tell me you have been hanging round them!? Or has this girl been hanging around you?” she asked.

Before Tom could reply, Claire gave a high pitched laugh, “As if! Look Hornby,” she said, jabbing a finger on Olive’s chest, “Just because you are obsessed with Tom Goody-two-shoes-Riddle here, don’t assume we all are!” she half-yelled. “Tom Riddle,” she said glancing towards him, “Is the most ruthless, obnoxious, cunning, two-timing, two-faced, twisted person I have ever met in my entire life and I will rather die than be associated with him!” Claire finished yelling, turned and walked away from the group of people who started at her wide-eyed and absolutely stunned.

Tom’s eyes followed Claire’s retreating back his eyes dark filled with anger and hate.

Hey guys! Really, really, really sorry for such a delay! i am so ashamed of myself for what I did! I swear I will try to be as punctual as possible! For now please forgive me!

Here is the 3rd chapter and I hope you enjoyed reading this… Things are going to be really interesting now! 😉 What do you think is going to happen between Tom and Claire? Why does she hate him so much? Let me know what you are thinking about them! Chapter 4 coming up soon!!! Maybe tomorrow itself! This chapter isnt that interesting but the next one sure will be!! 😉 Stay Tuned!!

~Amrita!! 🙂

THE HEIR OF SLYTHERIN- CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN the Harry Potter series. 

Just as soon as the last treacle tart was wiped clean from the table, the prefects started to take the lead by calling out to their houses, asking the 1st years follow them to the house common room. The anxiety was gone from the 1^st year’s faces and was replaced by an eager glow as they rushed forwards towards the prefect, ready to start their Hogwarts adventures.

“First year Slytherin students will line up in the front please and not wander off.” Tom called out in his firm clear voice. Almost every newly recruited Slytherin girl pushed their way to the front and stood there gazing up at the handsome prefect and sighed dreamily. Tom flashed his signature smile at them and they started squealing and blushing while the boys who were standing behind the girls, glared hard at their prefect.

Claire had shot up from her seat and quickly made her way towards the Slytherin table, in search of her sister. “Hey Gryffindor, get lost!” a few called. “Wrong table, Noire! The looser table is over there in the corner!” Olive Hornby sniggered. “Don’t come near us! You will infect us with the Gryffindor insane virus!” A few girls called out then giggled, proud at their joke. Claire hardly paid any attention to them and her eyes kept on searching for her sister. She was standing amongst a group of 1^st year Slytherin girls who were eagerly listening to what Tom Riddle was saying.

“Pardon us for a moment!” Claire said and pulled her sister away.

Yvonne looked up at her sister relieved. “You said I would be in Hufflepuff! Why am I in Slytherin?” she asked tensed.

“Hey do I look like the one in-charge of Hogwarts’s decisions? Claire snapped, “They probably made a mistake!”

“Well can you do something? Can you talk to the headmaster and ask him to change my house?” Yvonne asked.

“Dippet’s useless. He won’t listen. He will say that the Sorting Hat’s decision is final and he cannot change it.” Claire said. “But I could talk to Dumbledore… He may listen and try to persuade Dippet.” She said frowning and biting her lower lip. The action she always did when she was thinking very hard.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made both the sisters turn around and they saw Tom standing there, looking at them with a hard suspicious look.

“Miss Noire, I am sure this is not your house and I would request you to leave and join your house as they are waiting for you.” Tom said.

Claire’s eyes darted towards the Gryffindor table where indeed everyone was waiting. Her best friend Ava Bailey, the Gryffindor prefect caught her eye and she motioned her to join them. Claire nodded towards Ava then turned back to face Tom.

“Sorry. I needed to speak to my sister.” She explained to him and he continued to stare at her with his cold eyes. “I will see what I can do, okay. You sleep tight… I will see you tomorrow.” Claire said hugging Yvonne who hugged back and then she quickly walked away.

“Miss Noire, I suggest you go back and join the line.” Tom said looking at Yvonne who nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with fright and quickly joined her line.

After finishing her prefect duties, Ava Bailey, made her way towards her dormitories, exhausted. Settling in the first years was a really tough job. Ava was regarded as one of Hogwarts’s beauties with her long sleek straight platinum blonde hair and doe like blue eyes. She was tall, slim and intelligent. She was also the best friend of Claire de Rose Noire, who was also considered to be one of Hogwarts’s beauties. Claire was waiting on top of the stairs and in front of the dormitories for Ava. They had been best friends since their 1^st year and were each-other’s secret dairy.

“So what are you going to do?” Ava asked Claire when she reached the top of the stairs.

“I think I will talk to Dumbledore about it… Yvonne can’t stay there. The Slytherins know that she is the sister of Gryffindor and they will make her life a living hell.” Claire replied.

“True… The girls will pick on her. Older ones as well. I am sure Hornby will attack her just to get to you. Do you want me to go with you to Dumbledore?” Ava asked.

“No, I will do it on my own. I suppose you won’t let me out now?” Claire said giving Ava her most mischievous smile.

Ava laughed, “Not unless you want to get us both in trouble! My badge will be taken away if the teachers knew I allowed you to go out after the curfew.”

“Yeah I know. I won’t sneak out at night, so you can sleep peacefully.” Claire said and gave a very innocent smile.

“Sleep peacefully with you in the room? Hilarious.” Ava said rolling her eyes and both the girls went inside the dormitories.

Yvonne was sitting on her bed listening to what her room-mates were saying. “My daddy made sure I would be well taken of here, you know. He even sent a house-elf here for me who will make sure no one poisons my food.” Alexandra Belstrode said.

“Oh that sounds so lovely! I wish my daddy did the same!” complained Alicia Jones and looked at Yvonne. “What about you?” she asked.

“Uh… What about me?” Yvonne asked looking around the room to see everyone looking at her.

“Are you a pureblood?” Alicia asked, scoffing. “Yes.” Yvonne replied. “Well good night, it’s quite late and I am tired.”

“Good night.” The other girls said and hopped on their beds as well.

The next day, every student was ready to take on their first day at Hogwarts. They got up early, dressed quickly and then rushed to the great hall for breakfast. Claire was waiting for Yvonne outside the great hall and she spotted her soon. Yvonne was on her way to the great hall by herself when she noticed Claire standing at the entrance door, looking at her. A smile lit up their faces as their eyes met and Yvonne’s pace quickened as she walked towards her sister.

“Hey! Did you sleep well? Did anyone bother you?” Claire asked.

“No, they hardly noticed me and I don’t mind it. They talked like 20 year-old girls!” Yvonne said. “You will talk to someone today, right?”

“Yes, I am going to talk to professor Dumbledore now. You go on ahead and eat your breakfast.” Claire said and Yvonne nodded.

“I will write a letter to Mum…” Yvonne mumbled and walked away.

As soon as Yvonne walked away, Claire hastened towards Dumbledore’s office. He usually was late during breakfast and Claire was determined to meet him before he locked his office and went away.

Dumbledore was coming out of his office when Claire intercepted him.

“Professor, I need to talk to you it is urgent, sir!” Claire said a bit breathless.

“Goodness Miss Noire, whatever is the matter?” the professor asked his twinkling blue eyes held worry.

“Well nothing too alarming now…but I fear it may become alarming soon.” Claire said.

“Come into my office, my child.”Dumbledore said and re-opened his office and let Claire walk in first.

“Now…What troubles you?” he asked.

“My sister, sir. The sorting hat placed her in Slytherin! Sir, that is wrong! You know how the students of that house will treat her knowing that she is a Gryffindor student’s sister. Olive Hornby and her hang will probably torture her like the way they do to Myrtle. Olive will target her because she hates me. She apparently hates everyone!” Claire said at length.

“My dear, I think you are exaggerating a bit too much. I am sure your sister will be fine and there are prefects who I am sure will help her if she is in trouble.” Dumbledore said.

“Sir I doubt it… Yvonne is a quiet girl who hardly discusses her problems… Sir you need to put her in a different house. She wont survive there!” Claire cried, desperate.

“Your concern for your sister is heart warming, Miss Noire but I think you know I do not have such powers here in this school.” Dumbledore said.

“Sir could you not persuade Headmaster Dippet?” Claire asked.

“I am sure the Headmaster will not be persuaded in these matters. Miss Noire, the Sorting Hat’s decisions are final and you know it. I am sorry but I don’t think I can help you here.” Dumbledore said.

Claire sighed, “I understand. Thank you sir.”she said and turned to walk away.

“Look at this situation this way, Miss Noire; Maybe somethings happen for a reason.” Dumbledore said.

Claire turned to look at the professor one last time. His blue eyes held an unusual glint in them. She turned and walked out of his office.

CHAPTER TWO ENDS HERE.

Hey guys! Liking it so far? Things are going to get so messed up and interesting soon!

Thanks for reading!

~Amrita! 🙂

The Heir Of Slytherin- Chapter: 1

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the HP series nor am I making money from this fanfic.

CHAPTER 1

Cold red eyes surveyed the room around himself. The room was big with broken furniture and torn, dusty curtains. Voldemort sat in the middle of the room in a low couch and stared at the fire in front of him. In his right hand, he had something silver clenched in his palm and he stroked it with his thumb and was deep in his thoughts. The only sound in the room was that of the fire cracking. He sat there waiting for Wormtail to bring him his supper. He was dressed in his usual loose black robes with Nagini by his side. Nagini’s hissing broke his thoughts and his strokes stopped as he looked down at his precious horcrux. He stood up abruptly and walked over to the fire and looked down at the silver jewellery in his palm with an impassive expression. His eyes however, held deep emotions in its depths as he looked down at the crescent moon shaped locket. Anger shook his body and he turned around and walked out of the room with Nagini following at his footsteps. Voldemort threw the front door open and walked out into the huge dark courtyard and glared at his surroundings. He could faintly hear Wormtail calling him but he didn’t heed at it and briskly walked out of the main gates and into the streets. After walkng for quarter of an hour, Voldemort stood in front of a tall, ominous looking black gate, studying it for a few moments. His long, pointed bony fingers slowly undid the chains that secured the gate and he walked in. The place was a dark cemetery and the snow had almost engulfed all the engraved stones. Voldemort walked through the snow, surveying every stone and then stopped in front of one and stared down at it, his eyes betraying many emotions; love, anger, regret, sorrow and guilt.

Claire de Rosé Noire
May 31st 1927 – December 31st 1944
Beloved daughter, sister and friend.

The cold sharp wind pierced his skin as he looked down at the ground where she was buried. He could still see her smile, her big innocent eyes and her childlike mischievous demeanour. Her laughter and cries still rang in his ears, loud and painful. Voldemort closed his eyes and breathed in the chilly air. Just as he opened them, it was like he entered a pensive and he looked at her once again. Her memories still fresh in his mind.

HOGWARTS 1942

“Claire! Hold up! You are running too fast!” Young Yvonne de Rosé Noire cried as she ran after her big sister. Platform 9 3/4 was packed with parents and students like every year. Claire de Rosé Noire stopped and turned around, annoyed. “Hurry up, Yvonne! You are so slow! We are going to miss the train.” she said. She was a very beautiful girl of 15 years with shoulder length brown wavy hair and pale skin. Her eyes were large and coated with long lashes with a perpetual mischievous glint in them.

“I am running as fast as I can, aren’t I? How can you run here? It is so crowded!” Yvonne whined.

“Ahhh… Years of practice. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” Claire said and gave her sister a huge smile. “Mum and Dad are coming…” she said craning her head and looking past the other people.
“Hold my hand or you’ll get lost. Let’s go!” she said.
Yvonne gratefully held her sister’s hand and began walking when her head hit something hard and she bounced back with a yelp. Her big eyes travelled up and met the person whom she bumped into and immediately blushed. He was gorgeous, his skin was as pale as a ghost’s and was stretched tightly over his high cheekbones. He had slightly dark, wavy hair which was parted at the side neatly while his features were wonderfully symmetrical. He was dressed in dark moss green robes which were clean and pressed. He was looking down at her with a slightly surprised expression then his eyes surveyed her.
“I’m…I’m so…s-sorry…” Yvonne stammered fidgeting with her hands and her face was deep red. His thin lips quirked upwards slightly and he gave her his dazzling smile, “That’s quite alright. You are not hurt, I hope?” he asked, his voice deep and rich and Yvonne thought that it could melt chocolates!
“No, I am not hurt.” Yvonne squealed.
“YVONNE!!” Claire’s harsh voice brought back Yvonne from her day-dreams and she turned to look at her sister walking towards them angrily.
“Did I not tell you to hold my hand? Why did you leave it? I was looking all around for you!” Claire scolded and Yvonne flushed even more, embarrassed to be scolded in front of the handsome guy.
Tom sighed, “Miss Noire, I believe it was my fault. The young lady here bumped into me and fell.” he said.
Claire turned to look at him, her eyes frosty and then turned to look at her sister again, “Bah!” she let out an unlady like exclamation. “Watch where you go Yvonne!” she said and started to drag her sister away, “Thanks, Tom.” she called out and walked away with her sister.
Tom watched the two girls leave, his eyes cold and expressionless. He picked up his book bag, turned and climbed into the train.

Yvonne sat beside her sister inside the now moving Hogwarts’s Express, Gryffindor section. Claire was busy talking to her friends and they were laughing a lot.
“Claire?” Yvonne pulled on her sister’s sleeve.
“Yeah?” Claire answered and gave her sister her usual happy smile.
“Who was the guy we met on the station?” Yvonne asked, her voice almost like a sweet whisper.
“That, my dear, was Tom Riddle. He is the Slytherin prefect so you better watch out. He is very strict and not easy to push-over. Don’t let him catch you breaking rules!” Claire said.
“Are all Slytherin strict and mean?” Yvonne asked.
“Mostly, yes.” Claire said and turned to look at the card which she just got from inside a chocolate frog’s box. “Ooo Dumbledore!” she whispered to herself looking at the card then tossed it away in her bag.
“What if I end up in Slytherin today?” Yvonne asked, her eyes radiating fear.
Claire laughed, “You most likely will end up in Hufflepuff!” she said.
“Are they good?” Yvonne asked.
“Yes, they are. I have told you so, millions of times.” Claire sighed.
“Does Tom have a girlfriend?” Yvonne asked.
“Whoa-Ho-Hooo!” Claire cried wide eyed and grinned at her sister, “Now where is this coming from?” she asked laughing, “Don’t tell me you fell in love at first sight with Tom!”
“Well, he sure is handsome!” Yvonne said.
“So are many other boys in the school.” Claire said fishing through the many candies which were sprawled all over her lap.
“You don’t like him?” Yvonne asked, frowning.
Claire’s actions stopped and she looked at her sister, her eyes serious, “Yvonne…Tom Riddle…Well to be honest, it is not that I don’t like him. It is just that… I think there is something wrong with him.” she said.
“Wrong, how?” Yvonne asked.
“I don’t know…It is just a feeling.” Claire said and returned to her candies, “Want a peppermint pot?” she asked and handed her sister some which she took.
“He seemed very nice and kind…” Yvonne said.
“Looks can be deceiving…” Claire said and looked outside the window, and watched the birds flying by.

Dumbledore was busy calling put names of the new students and placing the Sorting Hat on their heads. The first years were standing in a line in front of him, pale and anxious.

“Miss Joan Ashcroft.” Dumbledore called.
A pretty girl with curly ginger hair and freckles walked up the stairs and sat on a low stool and the hat was placed on her head.

“RAVENCLAW!” The hat yelled out after a moment.

Everyone clapped and the girl jumped out of the seat and ran towards her new house where she was heartily welcomed.

“Miss Yvonne de Rosé Noire.” Dumbledore called.

Claire immediately crained her neck and watched her sister ascend the stairs and sit down on the stool.

” Let’s have some fun, shall we?” the hat said and smiled, “SLYTHERIN!!” it yelled.
Both Claire and Yvonne froze in their seats. After a couple of seconds, Yvonne got up and slowly walked towards the Slytherin table her horrified eyes locked with her sister’s equally horrified ones.
Yvonne sat quietly along with some freshly recruited Slytherin girls, her face pale.
Claire’s eyes were constantly on her sister’s and she hardly touched the magnificent feast. It was clear Yvonne was scared as she hardly touched her food.
After a few minutes, Yvonne looked around the table and studied her new house-mates. Her eyes fell on Tom who was busy eating and talking to his friends. His eyes however turned to gaze straight ahead at someone, sometimes. Yvonne followed his gaze and saw him staring at Claire.
Claire on the other hand, hardly looked at Tom. Her eyes were cast down at her plate, her face grim and her smile wiped clean from her face.

CHAPTER ONE ENDS HERE.

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Next chapter next week!

~ Amrita!

THE HEIR OF SLYTHERIN

Hey everbody! Wondering what is this about? 😉
Well, I was told to try and write a fanfiction on Tom Riddle, who is a major character from the famous HARRY POTTER series.
I have always been fascinated by Tom Riddle Jr. aka Lord Voldemort and I thought that this was a wonderful opportunity.

So basically what I am going to do right now is present to you the story’s PROLOGUE and if you guys are interested to read the actual story, let me know in the comments and I will do a weekly chapter upload! 🙂

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the novel’s characters. They belong to the talented J.K. Rowling.

NOTE: This story is fully fictional and varies from the original HP series. This focuses on Tom Riddle’s life with a twist. Tom Riddle haters and Dumbledore lovers beware. I am not going to rely on HP story plot, I am making one of my own.
So please give it a try and let me know if you would like me to continue.      

THE HEIR OF SLYTHERIN

PROLOGUE

Tom hurried down the stairs as fast as he could in pursuit of them. Anger and disgust visible in his face as he threw the door open and quickly took out his wand.

His eyes took in the surroundings quickly as he stood there staring at them, his eyes blazed with fury. Standing in the middle of the room was Abraxas, his left hand held a fistful of Claire’s brown hair and in his right hand, he held his wand which was jabbed in her throat. She was struggling to break free and tears were pouring down her blood-shot eyes.

“Tom!” she cried hoarsely.

“I will be merciful Abraxas… Let her go and I shall consider not killing you.” Tom said, his voice dangerously low.

“My Lord! You are blinded by this…this wench!” Abraxas yelled, “Let me kill her! You will thank me for it, My Lord!”

“I do not like to repeat myself, Abraxas!” Tom seethed and walked forward, his pale fingers twisting his wand.

“She is here to kill you! A spy from Grindelwald’s!” Abraxas yelled again shaking now that Tom was nearing.

In a flash, Tom’s wand was up and pointed at Abraxas.

“How dare you!” He spat.

“My lord… I am doing this for you… You shall see!” Abraxas said and turned to look at Claire.

“Avada Kedavra!” Both men yelled together.

Claire’s limp body fell on the floor with a dull thud.

There it is….The prologue…. *Evil smile*
If interested to read the story, let me know down below in the comments section.

~Amrita! 🙂