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From 11 years old, Y/N was the quiet witch. Sorted into Slytherin, she knew exactly who she was. Intelligent, quiet, devastating. ************************************************************************************************ Or so she thought, Y/N’s 7th year was supposed to go just like the rest. Go unnoticed by anyone in Slytherin, keep to herself, master the dark arts. The same as she had done the previous six years. ************************************************************************************************ Wandering through the forest, just like any other night; a creature spots her. Running as fast as she can, shooting curses behind her, a tree branch rips silver metal frames from her face. The next step she takes, lands her flat on the ground, her wand tumbling. A split second from the creature pouncing, she wandlessly wills her wand back to her hand and aims it straight in front of her. ************************************************************************************************ From the side, a tree branch snaps. Her attention now frozen on Mattheo Riddle.