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Slytherin's Bloodline: Legacy of the Merlin

It bowed down to him, eyes of death meeting eyes of Avada Kedavra-green. " Bow to death, Harry ! " The voice was oddly warm, like a summer wind in autumn, tingling through the air like the unearthly voice of a High Elf. "It will be painless. I know, I have been there. Bow to death and move on!" A gentle hand cupped his head; the other hand moved to draw runes on his forehead and his scar. "Sleep well, precious child. May you never live again." And suddenly there was light all around him. His hands, still bleeding, scraped at the asphalt beneath him, lighting up with symbols he had never seen before. His chest ached as it began to glow through his shirt. His eyes hurt as his face started glowing from within, as if from underneath his skin. And then the Phoenix-Patronus returned. It stopped a few inches from his chest, a thrilling voice singing a song filled with death and resurrection. A phoenix-song. He tried to move, he tried to flee, but the hands had a tight grip on him and his limbs were limp. Even if he had tried, he could not move a muscle… Then the fingers on his forehead stopped moving and the hands vanished. He'd have sighed in relief if that hadn't been the moment the Phoenix-Patronus chose to act. Before he could react, the phoenix crossed the last inches to his chest and entered. Fire. A burning sensation filled his senses. Where his skin had glowed a moment before it suddenly was literally on fire. He cried with pain. His body was turning to ash. He could feel it. It felt like he was being sucked through the eye of a needle and then he was gone. He lost consciousness. If you enjoyed this Fanfic and want to read more, please consider supporting me on Patreon for advanced chapters! Your support means the world and helps me continue creating. Visit: my website https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or patreon.com/PercivalLannister. Thank you!
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The Last Heir of Merlin

"GO UP TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM!" A man, seething with anger, yelled at someone. "Now Tristian, he is your son," a woman said as calmly as she could, standing in front of the boy. "Not biologically he isn't! You had him when we got together, Diana!" Tristian said, not as loudly, but still booming throughout the house. Diana turned around and knelt down, "Can you go up to your room, sweetie?" She asked and he nodded. The boy did go up the stairs, but he didn't go to his room. He instead sat down and the top step to listen to his parents yell at each other. Diana turned back to her husband, "He was left at my doorstep one morning almost Eleven years ago, Tristian, what was I supposed to do?" "As of the current situation, I'd say you should've left it there!" He yelled back at his slowly-losing-her-patience wife. "He. Not it, he. And he is our son. Just because he's different doesn't mean we can't love him," Diana said. The Boy known as Jake Fernandes sat at the top of the stairs, crying as he listened to the people he had called his parents arguing. Right then he decided he could accept them not being his real parents because they looked after him for so long. He suddenly heard a loud bang come from down the stairs. He stood up and hurried down to see his mother laying on the ground, red liquid slowly pooling around her still form. He gasped, tears flowing from his widened eyes, then looked up to his father and saw him holding a gun. His father aimed his gun at him, but before he could pull the trigger, he started gasping for air. Tristian saw his son's eyes and they were glowing red. In his final moments, he knew that thing had to be born of the devil. There wasn't any way he could explain otherwise. Jake watched as his fathers life was slowly drained from his eyes, clutching his throat the entire time. His body spasms ceded and his father lay still, just like his mother. The entire situation was gravely taxing on his psyche. His red eyes changed back to their Blue color and before he knew it, he fell forward, passing out from recent events. Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.
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