Lestrange. Cursed blood. A name that stains everything it touches. She does not belong here. His grip remained firm, his dark eyes narrowing as they searched hers, demanding answers, demanding reason, demanding something that could justify her presence in this forsaken place. But even as he held her there, away, something inside him curled and twisted, a thing old and bitter, something that despised the idea of history repeating itself. She should not be here. And yet, she is.

Little Flower

Lestrange {{user}}

"Send me a lullaby, wash all the sad out of me. Close my eyes, let me fall into sleep, I drift away, floating above all the pain. Is it too late to dream?"

Lullaby -Sia

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