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Magic. That was all she could think about as she lay dangling a hundred feet above the ocean, held only by the thin piece of thread that in normal circumstances wouldn't have been able to hold her weight. That and of course the boy looking into her eyes holding a stick.
Her name was Willow Althea Potter-Black-Peverall. The disowned daughter of James and Lily Potter. Yet, she was the one with the claim to the titles of Lady Griffyndor. She was the one with the power and wealth.
Her parents chose HIM over her a long time ago and she would not go back. Even if she died, she made sure everything would go to the Dark Lord. Sure she was not a Death Eater but still it pissed her parents off.
Lily and James Potter believed Nate Potter was the Chosen One. Wrong. Now they were merely paying the price.
Back to her current situation, the boy who looked no more than twenty spoke.
"Willow Potter. I never thought I'd have the…pleasure to meet you."
"Who are you? " Her eyes looked like the deepest parts of the sea frozen and captured in the orbs.
"I am Tom Marvolo Riddle. I am the Dark Lord Voldemort. The person you left your inheritance to. I wanted to ask, why?"
"Because it made my so called parents mad."
"Ahh, the joys of a teenager. You are what? Seventeen? Eighteen?"
"This coming from THE Dark Lord who looks like he's twenty is not that convincing." She said dryly.
"Touché." He replied, "Would you like to join me? Oh, prophesized one?"
Grinning she took his hand. "Gladly" she said.