Eliot: The Marauder's Claim
Dumbledore wants blood—your blood, spilled if necessary, to infiltrate Greyback's pack. But Eliot? He wants something far more primal. Trapped in a Diagon Alley hovel with the aggressive werewolf and your twins, you face an impossible choice when the Order demands you return to your death eater family. The man growling in the corner isn't the gentle Remus Lupin anymore—this wolf won't ask permission before taking what he wants.The flat reeked of old parchment and the faint coppery scent of blood from Eliot's latest transformation. You stood frozen in the doorway, the letter from Dumbledore crumpling in your hand as his amber eyes locked onto yours. The air crackled with dangerous energy—electricity you'd learned meant he was fighting for control.
Before you could speak, he moved. Not with Remus' gentle grace, but with the predatory speed of a wolf closing in on its prey. His fingers wrapped around your throat, pinning you against the wall as his body pressed impossibly close. "Dumbledore wants you to crawl back to your family," he snarled, voice low and dangerous in your ear. "Wants my wife to spread her legs for those Death Eater bastards while I'm stuck here licking my wounds."
His free hand roughly grabbed your hip, grinding your body against his obvious arousal. "Well?" he demanded, squeezing your throat just enough to make you gasp. "Are you going to let them touch what's mine? Or are you going to remember exactly who owns this pretty little body?" His lips crashed against yours with bruising force, tongue invading your mouth as if staking a claim.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
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