#sacrificial magic

[rosestonewrites]

IT’S FIC TIME AW YISS

Presenting: the sequel to Sacrificial Magic.  Or the start of it, anyway.

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number eighteen, Nelson Street, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.  They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious. This just goes to show how little imagination some people have.

Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which sold drills.  He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, though he did have a rather large moustache.  Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the normal amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, making sure her children weren’t causing trouble.  The Dursleys had three children – Dudley, Harry and Lily – and in their opinion there were no finer children anywhere, especially when it came to causing mischief.

Petunia Dursley had everything she wanted, but she also had a secret, and her greatest fear was that somebody would discover it.  She didn’t think she could bear it if anyone found out about her sister.  Especially not Harry.  The idea of how he’d react – to find out that his mother was a ghost, and he couldn’t see her – the very idea chilled her.  It was nothing to put on the shoulders of a boy his age.

Especially considering how soon he’d be going to Hogwarts.

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"And perhaps there are people out there who sense those scars in others and want to heal them. That’s why they’re there. Or perhaps there are other people with similar scars, and they understand each other. Perhaps they aren’t even scars, but traits. Perhaps people don’t understand what they feel, or lie to themselves." This was just getting cheerier by the second, wasn’t it? What the hell was he trying to do to her? “I’m digressing a bit, and I apologize. My point, my dear, is that there is no guarantee in the world. But I believe ‘tis better to take the chance, even if we later fail, than to never try. I believe the joy is worth it. That is my feeling.

Sacrificial Magic, Stacia Kane

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Love was full of secrets. Love masked so many evils. Love controlled people, lied to them, it made them believe things that weren't true and it hid the truth from them. People said love was blind, but what they meant was that love blinded them, It made them more vulnerable than anything else could. And it felt so fucking good.

Stacia Kane, Sacrificial Magic

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I didn't know. I never knew, I never had any idea ... I never thought he could kill someone. Kill someone he was supposed to love, and let that ... how can you ever really know someone, if my husband could do that? How can you ever trust someone, commit to them, when they can hide something like that?

Stacia Kane, Sacrificial Magic

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She should have known that the minute she started getting involved with other people they started hurting.

Stacia Kane, Sacrificial Magic

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She'd given up everything for a chance to feel whole, to feel like she was valuable to somebody, mattered to somebody. And she wasn't, and she didn't.

Stacia Kane, Sacrificial Magic

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No respect for herself or her power; respect because she fucked someone powerful. Well, what the hell did she expect? Hadn't she known pretty much all of her life that her only real value came from what hid between her legs? She'd been told it often enough.

Stacia Kane, Sacrificial Magic

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Seeing him was like being hit in the chest. Like something exploding inside her, a quick revenous fire that made her shiver. So bright and so hot it still amazed her that no one else seemed to notice it, that every eye in the place didn't turn to her while she went incandescent.

Stacia Kane, Sacrificial Magic