Men become accustomed to poison by degrees - Victor Hugo
It is October 1949: Lycus Malfoy is dying, quarantined in his house alone but for his wife, Adelaide, who still hopes there is a miracle cure; Eileen Prince has vanished into a Muggle life, washing the dead and arranging flowers, away from the sneers she endured at school; Cygnus and Orion Black are at war with each other even as they bury their secrets six feet deep.
There is a murderer on the loose, shrouded in paranoia, and the old structures, things of blood and age and time, are starting to crumble.
And a ship arrives from Lübeck bringing Tom Riddle home.
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"You're a muggle, aren't you?" he asks.
You don't know what a muggle is. From his tone, you can tell it's not a good thing if you are one.
"I- I don't know." You have to force the words out of your mouth. "I don't know what a Muggle is."
"You must be one, then," the masked man says. "Follow me, and I'll show you."
For DossyVilja's Wizards Around The World Challenge
The worst in others was the best in you...
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Written for the HPFF 15th Birthday Writer's Duel (3rd Place!) / Prompt: Nostalgia (Antonin Dolohov)
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