Summary:

She needed to be saved from herself.

She was never a normal person. Never a normal Death eater.

She always hated the word. It made her scared, terrified. But that was what she was, wasn't it? Wasn't it? Who was she?

Always in the shadows. Never seen, never heard. But that's understandable, if you have a perfect older sister. Perfect Slytherin, perfect Death eater. Perfect daughter. Daphne Greengrass, completely and utterly perfect. So what was she?

He needed to be saved from his inner demons, from his parents prying eyes. But who would save him?


"Why do they hate us?"

"I don't know Astra,"


I am Titanium!