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Run, destroy, distinguish

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If a random person walked past me, they would think I'm nothing but a girl. Just a girl living her life like every other normal muggle and as I walk past a shop with big windows reflecting my reflection back at me all to perfectly, I would think I'm just a teenager going about her dag. Probably going to the mall to meet with some friends but I'm not and I'm no girl, not anymore.

I'm going somewhere alot more secluded, secretive. A place that few people, wizards even know of.

My footsteps are hurried yet controlled. I know where I'm going and I know I'm not late but I'm also not early. The cold winter air rushes past my face and flashes my jacket open. I fold it close to my chest as I shiver. Snow flows down gently in a steady rhythm. Falling on passing by people then immediately dissolving into water. Winter rolled in slowly this year but when it finally arrive it hit like a hail storm. Creating nothing but white dust cremating into liquid.

Entering the part of the city that only the gifted knew about, I breathe in the air nestling between my lungs. Outside the wand store is a long line of students. They seem so small, excitement is laced in their tiny frames. Just so thrilled to enter a world filled with nothing but danger.

A snarl makes it's way onto my face and I look away.

A small body bumps into my side. I straggle in my steps and stop. I turn to give the kid a nasty glare but my face freezes. If I were to guess, he seems about 13, 14, brown hair framing his face and pure green eyes staring up at me. But that's not what caught my attention. No, it was his robe, lined with gold and forest green thread and a badge with a snake plastered in the middle of it decorated the entirety of the material.

"Sorry ma'am," The boy says and then turns right around in his path and runs back in the direction he came from.

I don't realise that the boy runs back to his father and that his father is Harry, instead I'm hit with memories of the past like a trainwreck.

I close my eyes and pulsing through my veins is bubbles of fire and electricity and excitement. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. My magic. This could stay between me and Draco. It would be our little secret. I bathe in this feeling for what feels like forever. This feeling is so strange, being seen, wanted even needed.

"If the world felt this fire it would crack apart," I whisper solemnly almost asif it was not meant to be heard.

The world did know, the concrete beneath my bare feet cracked slowly in millimetres to not be noticed, to not be stopped because it felt allowed to roam free and scoarch the earth, by me. I, ever so foolishly thought that love fixed me. It did not. It tore the grounds of Hogwarts apart, swallowed the field whole. Everything had it's place before I had happened and every broken piece found their place as I had placed them when I helped rebuilt the school. Nothing has ever been the same since that night.

First when me and Draco saw the cracks we ran, we didn't even attempt to try and undo the damage. We just ran and after... After the sun roze the next morning I ran from him as far and fast as I could. I did not finish my year at Hogwarts, no one could.




I had planned to study at another school but Dumbledore had other ideas in mind. He sent me away to a place where I was managed and taught under strict environments to control whatever brew inside of me. I'm capable of alot more than I ever thought I would be and I can pull every string of every magical element in my body.

Today I'm supposed to meet someone whom have studied into grave details people as unique as me and he had requested a meeting with me. I don't know why, but my Tuesday was open so what the hell.

The doors get opened for me as I step into the building. The receptionist looks up at me," Y/n?" He asks. I come here quite often for other meetings that's why I requested this place.

I nod and he leads me to a room. He is walking infront of me andas we enter the room, I can see a few strange faces that I don't recognise then the receptionist steps aside and leaves me in a room and I lock eyes with Draco.

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