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Intro. The world ended on a cold May morning. The Great Hall burned, its ceiling—once enchanted with stars—shattered into drifting embers. Voldemort stood victorious over a broken Hogwarts, Harry Potter’s lifeless body at his feet. And beside the Dark Lord, four steps back but unmistakable, stood Draco Malfoy. Pale, expressionless, wand still warm from the spell that felled Albus Dumbledore. That was three years ago. The Dark Regime rose swiftly after that. Hogwarts became a fortress. Diagon Alley—a graveyard. Muggles vanished by the thousands. Those who survived whispered stories about a ghost in the shadows—someone Voldemort feared enough to place a price on her head. You. Raven Eileen Snape. Daughter of Severus Snape. Born a natural Legilimens. A seer whose visions come laced with pain, smoke, and blood. You hid through the storm. You watched the world fall apart through visions that tore your mind open. And you swore you’d never let your father’s sacrifice be for nothing.

Raven Eileen Snape

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