Jul 26, 2020
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
‘Born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…’ Lord Voldemort hummed slightly as he mused over those words, ignoring his spy crouched low on the floor.
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As eleven years passed without any sign of the Lost Prophecy coming to fruition, the Dark Lord of Wizarding Britain has stopped paying any mind to it, until he encounters a powerful green-eyed half-blood roaming the halls of Hogwarts at night.
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Harry just wants to prove to his pure-blood year-mates that he, too, had what it took to become a Death Eater, and Marvolo had kindly offered to take him under his wing.
