HP: Death Eater Trainee

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Thémia was born in Azkaban.

She grew up listening to biographies of the Dark Lord and fairy tales for young wizards.

Her mother told her to be loyal to the Dark Lord.

Her father told her to always remember that she was a Lestrange.

The dog uncle next door only ever told her fairy tales.

Thémia has only two ears. So who should she listen to?

I won't abandon this story! Draco is the love interest. It's a wish-fulfillment story, and the heroine will never be mistreated. I haven't read the original carefully. I don't bash anyone in Harry Potter; every character is precious.

Most importantly: I write purely out of love. If you don't like it, just leave. Don't leave a nasty comment on your way out.

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Warning: crazy man and terrible woman. Read with caution!

The heroine is a gorgeous, awful Mary Sue whose identity is a mystery. Her awful nature is the point. The hero is crazy and obsessive. He suffers; let me emphasize, he suffers! Moral guardians, stay away. Both are virgins, and it has a happy ending!

Inspired by The Story of Adele H.

The beautiful young woman he saw at the funeral wore a different face every time.

After falling in love, the little prince often wondered: Why do people love another person this way?

Jealousy and madness were always by his side, and he became someone he barely recognized.

But crossing mountains and borders to see her seemed like something only he could do.

When he finally saw her again, she was sitting lazily in a high place.

Adored by everyone, surrounded by countless admirers, people across the country competed for the chance to earn a single bored glance from her.

Only then did he learn who she really was, and understand that her love for him had been nothing more than a fleeting bloom.

But he still loved her.

A long, slender cigarette burned between her fingers, and he wished he could become that cigarette. Curling smoke rose around her face, and he wished he could become that cloud of smoke.

“I would give up everything if it would make her love me again.”

The moment the little prince told the devil his wish, the song of tragedy had already begun.