"That was in the midsummer of 1938. I was born out of love.
The person who painted me was a young apprentice who had not yet started his apprenticeship. He followed his master painter to paint a portrait of Miss Blake, who had just entered the social world. Unexpectedly, he fell in love with the young lady at first sight.
And I am the only result of this unrequited love that ended in vain.
Ten years later, I was given by Walburga to her fiancé Orion Black, and I lived in No. 12 Grimmauld Place from then on, until... Until the last member of the family fell silently to the other side of the curtain, until the door of the old Black house would never open again.
I fell asleep in the dust, in the dead silence year after year. When I woke up, it was already a different world. "
This article tells the story of a portrait of Mrs. Blake as a young woman reborn in 1938.
This portrait was born out of love, and maybe this time the fate will be different.
A short new fanfic, completed:
The middle volume of HP fanfic has been completed:
The fanfic of the HP parent who is spreading dirt:
Sherlock Holmes fanfic spreading dirt:
Twilight fanfic spreading dirt:
More novels! Spoon column! Four-dimensional portal:
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