𝗦𝗮𝗲𝗽𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗮𝘀. - 𝗢𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀.

...

Fiona woke up to a sweltering heat surrounding her and tried to kick off the bedcover. However, instead of the blanket she was expecting, two muscular arms embraced her body tightly.

"Strange," she thought to herself, "I went home alone from the party yesterday, so I couldn't have had a one-nightstand."

Suddenly all the memories from yesterday crashed into her mind. She quickly looked at her clothing and was relieved that she had a large white shirt one. "Wait a damn minute! Where are my clothes? This shirt definitely doesn't belong to me," she thought, anxiously.

A deep masculine voice interrupted her. "Love, want to tell me why you were out yesterday past curfew?" As she slowly turned around, the Targaryen lookalike who she assumed must be a Malfoy, was intensively looking at her with his piercing stormy gray eyes.

Fiona had to admit that the guy was one handsome looking fellow, but there was something about him that unsettled her quite a bit.

Fiona recalled that the Tom Riddle time period's resident malfoy was named Abraxas, and based on the fact that his features were precisely that of a Malfoy's, she assumed that it must be him. His skin and hair was so pale, he must not get very much sun. Then again, the same could be said for most of the bloodline.

Before she could say anything, someone knocked at the door. The guy gave her a stern look and slowly stood up to open the door. The young female let out a relieved breath. She wouldn't have an answer to his question because she had no idea herself. He whispered something to the person at the door and exited, closing the door behind him.

She needed to figure out what exactly happened to her and how the hell she managed to land herself into the world of Harry Potter -- and more importantly, how to get back to her world in one piece.

Fiona remembered that last night, when she met Tom Riddle's gang of misfits in the hall, she was called "Miss Zabini". Therefore, in this universe, she was a pureblood. Thankfully, she still looked the exact same, which she found out once she got up and looked in the mirror standing opposite to the bed.

Fiona quickly got up and looked around the room, which was generously spacious and moreover embossed with green decorations. The young female searched for her own set of clothes, but couldn't find them, so she opened the expensive looking wardrobe next to the stand mirror.

It was filled with noble and classy old fashioned dresses. She picked up a simply-cut but pricey green dress, which ended just above her knees.

Next, she looked into the drawers, which were right next to the large mahogany desk, for something that could help her, but found nothing of great importance until the girl found a letter in the last drawer. In her haste, she had almost missed it, as it was hidden between two small books. The Letter was addressed to 𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓸𝓻.

"Wait, what--"

Again, she was interrupted as the door opened. Fiona quickly turned around and hid the letter behind her back. It was the boy who laid next to her as she woke up. He looked at her emotionlessly and said, "Fiona, make yourself presentable in 30 minutes and put on the school uniform. We will be attending breakfast with the others."

He then closed the door and went about whatever business he had to do. Fiona waited for a few moments, making sure no one would enter the room again, before letting out a relieved sigh.

"That was too close," she shook her head, glad that he hadn't noticed the letter in her hands. The girl opened letter and couldn't believe what she read:

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓸𝓻,

𝓘 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽. 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼!

𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓩𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓲. 𝓜𝔂 23 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻-𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹-𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓩𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓩𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓲, 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓒𝓸𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.

𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽. 𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱, 𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻, 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷.

𝓘𝓷 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 -- 𝓪 𝓭𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻, 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓘 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.

𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓻.

𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮, 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓟𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻, 𝔂𝓮𝓼? 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼, 𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓼 -- 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓼? -- 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓢𝓸, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮.

𝓘 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭. 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰! 𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽.

𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓼. 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓮.

𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓷, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓜𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓔𝓿𝓪𝓷 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓻. 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶.

𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓴, 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓪𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽.

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓩𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓲.

𝓟.𝓢.: 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴'𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓰, 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓘 𝓱𝓲𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓱𝓸𝓰𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓴. 𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷.

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08/08/2021 Edited by yeosangelic

ρℓєαѕє ℓєανє мє ƒєє∂вα¢к 🥰. ∂σ уσυ тнιηк тнαт тнє ℓєттєя нι∂єѕ ѕσмє ιмρσятαηт ιηƒσямαтιση?