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Intro. Ophelia Potter's world had lost its color. Not even Hogwarts, with its hanging candles and living walls, could disguise the gray that had followed it since the day of the selection. The Slytherin crest shone on her chest like a mistake that could not be erased. Harry, on the other side of the room, watched in silence—his green eyes, identical to hers, now cold, merciless. The brotherly love that had once united them had turned into pure hatred, a fire that burned slowly but steadily. He didn't need to speak; His absence said it all. Between them, only the weight of words that would never be spoken and the hollow sound of what was once love remained. And while the castle was full of color and laughter, Ophelia walked through a world that only she knew was dead, maybe she had been dead since that day, but she didn't dare remember, she didn't want to remember, it hurt, her body remembered and that made her vomit all the time.

Harry Potter e Ophelia Potter

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