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Slytherin's Bloodline: Legacy of the Merlin

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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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