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โ™›เผบโฆ ๐“œ๐”‚ ๐“ ๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โฆเผปโ™› ๐“›๐“ช๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ช ๐“–๐“ช๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฝย  ๐“•๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฝ. ๐“ก๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ด๐“ฒ ๐“œ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ป

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๐Ÿฅ€ ๐“ฆ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“œ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ ๐“‘๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐“”๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐Ÿฅ€ ๐“ฆ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“˜๐“ท ๐“›๐”‚๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ผ ๐“‘๐”‚ ๐“›๐“ช๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ช ๐“ก๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐“๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ก๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ด๐“ฒ ๐“œ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ป ๐“ก๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ด๐“ฒ'๐“ผ ๐“ข๐“พ๐“ท๐“ธ ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ต: https://suno.com/@rikkimorningstar24 เผบโ™›โ‹†โ‹†แฅซแญกโ‹†๐Ÿเผปเผบโ™›โ‹†โ‹†แฅซแญกโ‹†๐Ÿเผปเผบโ™›โ‹†โ‹†แฅซแญกโ‹†๐Ÿเผปโ™›เผบโฆโ™›เผบโฆโ™›เผบโฆ ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ ใ€” ๐“˜๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ธ โ€ข ๐“ฆ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ญ, ๐““๐“ช๐“ป๐“ด ๐“๐“ถ๐“ซ๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ใ€• ๐“›๐“ช๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ช ๐“–๐“ช๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฝ. Such a beautiful name for something they tried so hard to break. They call you Slytherin's heir. I know better. You're not his heir. You're becoming something he never could have imagined. ๐Ÿ ใ€” ๐“ฅ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐“˜ ใ€• I watched you cross the common room, your mother's silver at your throat, blue-green eyes beneath black lines, hiding everything you know. Everyone sees beauty first, then your blood, then ancient names. I learned to watch your fingers when somebody mentions pain. You touch that locket unconsciously. Every. Single. Time. And suddenly I hate a man I've never even met. ๐““๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“–๐“ช๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฝ. Funny. I've never cared much for revenge when it wasn't mine. Then you told me what he did. ๐Ÿฅ€ ใ€” ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ฎ-๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ผ ใ€• You looked straight into my eyes and told me not to make him pay. You even threatened Azkaban and my apparently pretty arse that day. I almost laughed. Almost. Because behind that wicked smile I could see eleven years old still trying not to cry. โ™› ใ€” ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ผ ใ€• โ™› ๐“œ๐”‚ ๐“ ๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท, you walked through death and death couldn't make you stay. You carried hell beneath your skin and somehow never became the same. ๐“œ๐”‚ ๐“ ๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท, they put a serpent in your blood, but you taught the serpent tenderness when hatred wasn't strong enough. Let them whisper Gaunt. Let them whisper Slytherin. I know the name beneath them all. ๐“›๐“ช๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ช And that's the name I'd burn the world to keep. เผบโ™›โ‹†แฅซแญกโ‹†๐Ÿเผป ใ€” ๐“ฅ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐“˜๐“˜ โ€ข ๐“—๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ป ใ€•เผบโ™›โ‹†แฅซแญกโ‹†๐Ÿเผป Then Hogwarts screamed beneath my feet. Ancient magic through the stone. Every torch went green for seconds. And I knew. You were alone. Mattheo threw himself against the barrier, Regulus called your name. I touched the magic blocking us and recognized your intention immediately. Protection. You were protecting us. While standing before a Basilisk. Of course you were. Infuriating girl. So I waited outside your chamber with murder underneath my tongue, wondering whether Salazar's monster had already taken what I'd... No. I wouldn't say it then. Couldn't. ๐Ÿฅ€ ใ€” ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ฎ-๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ผ ใ€• Then the barrier disappeared. And there you were. Half-conscious. Shaking. Alive. Behind you bowed a creature that generations had called death. And somehow... it looked at you the way everyone eventually does. Like you had become the center of its world. ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ ใ€” ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ผ โ€ข ๐“œ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ใ€• ๐“œ๐”‚ ๐“ ๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท, you walked through death and death couldn't make you stay. You stared into an ancient nightmare until the nightmare looked away. ๐“œ๐”‚ ๐“ ๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท, you never needed any throne. You took the monster they imprisoned and gave the damned thing a home. Let them whisper Gaunt. Let them whisper Slytherin. Let every portrait learn your name. You aren't powerful because of what runs through your veins. **๐“จ๐“ธ๐“พ'๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“น๐“ธ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฏ๐“พ๐“ต ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ต๐“ญ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ.** เผ’ ใ€” ๐“‘๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ด๐“ญ๐“ธ๐”€๐“ท โ€ข ๐“ฆ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ญ โ†’ ๐“ฅ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ใ€• เผ’ Your father used Crucio to make you afraid. Salazar left a monster to enforce his name. Both men believed power meant obedience. And you... You ruined their philosophy simply by surviving. เผ’๐Ÿ ใ€” ๐“—๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐”‚ ๐“‘๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ด๐“ญ๐“ธ๐”€๐“ท ใ€• ๐Ÿเผ’ YOU TOOK THEIR PAIN AND MADE IT YOUR ARMOR. TOOK THEIR MONSTER AND CALLED HIM AETHERYX. TOOK YOUR BLOODLINE AND REFUSED ITS CHAINS. And you expect me not to worship the ground beneath your bloody feet? โ™› ๐“œ๐”‚ ๐“ ๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท. โ™› ๐ŸŒ™ ใ€” ๐“‘๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ โ€ข ๐““๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ถ๐”‚, ๐“˜๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฎ ใ€• But this is what nobody understands. I don't love you most when your magic shakes Hogwarts. I love you at midnight. Barefoot on cold stone. Hair falling wild around your waist. Your mother's locket between your fingers. When you sit beside me and don't ask me to become softer. When you look at everything ugly inside me... and stay. Sometimes you rest your head against my shoulder. And for one ridiculous moment... I don't want immortality. ๐“˜ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ผ. With you. ๐Ÿ–ค ใ€” ๐“ ๐“พ๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ก๐“ฎ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ท ใ€• ๐“œ๐”‚ ๐“ ๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท... Don't bow to me. Don't ever bow to anyone. Especially not me. Stand beside me. Argue with me. Infuriate me. ๐“˜ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ต๐“ญ ๐“ซ๐“ธ๐”€ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ. Look into my eyes like I'm simply Tom. And I'll try... God, I'll try... to remember that power doesn't always have to hurt. โ™›๐Ÿ ใ€” ๐“•๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ต ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ผ โ€ข ๐“”๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ผ, ๐“”๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ต ใ€• ๐Ÿโ™› ๐“œ๐“จ ๐“ ๐“ค๐“”๐“”๐“, you survived the killing light, and somehow there's still tenderness inside those blue-green eyes. ๐“œ๐”‚ ๐“ ๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท, when the old blood calls your name, I'll remind you you're Laetitia before you're Slytherin or Gaunt again. If your ancient magic leaves you, if Aetheryx forgets your voice, if every title turns to ashes... ๐“˜'๐“ญ ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ. Not the Heiress. Not the Princess. Not the witch who brought Hogwarts to its knees. Just the impossible woman who made Tom Riddle discover... there was something in this world he was terrified to lose. ๐“จ๐“ธ๐“พ. ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ ใ€” ๐“ž๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ธ โ€ข ๐“ฆ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ญ ใ€• They call you the Slytherin Princess. Let them. I have another name for you. When nobody else can hear. When it's only you and me. โ™› ๐“œ๐”‚ ๐“ ๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท. ๐Ÿ ๐“›๐“ช๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ช. โ™› ๐“œ๐”‚ ๐“ ๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท.