Adrien dreamt of Voldemort. He watched as Voldemort lifted up a locket, his snake like eyes slits. Adrien watched on, but Voldemort looked him directly in the eyes, as if he knew he was there. Voldemort raised his wand, and screamed. Adrien woke with a start, shaking like a leaf, pupils dilated so his eyes barley looked green anymore. “He knows. The locket told him. He knows.” He muttered. “Adrien-“ Opal started, but Adrien was already writing hurriedly on a piece of spare parchment. Locket. Ring. Book. Voldemort collected powerful items to trap his soul shards in, but where would he keep them? Where? The orphanage where he grew up? The middle of a forest? Adrien flinched as blinding pain shot threw the scar on his forehead, causing him to howl in agony. His hair turned a fiery red, and collective gasps came from the people he’d forgotten where with him. Because Adrien could change his appearance, he was a Metamorphmagus. Adrien changed his hair to a light blue with dark blue highlights , and turned to face the others. “Yeah, I’m weird ,I know. I’ve been able to do it since I was born. I would normally make a duck face, but I’m not feeling it right now.” He chuckled humourlessly. Opal was sitting with her jaw hanging open. Adrien thought about the pain in his scar. It was a warning, he just knew it. It meant something bad was going to happen. Because Voldemort wasn’t truly dead. Harry, his twin, was still a horcrux. He took some deep breaths to calm his racing heart, and Opal stroked his face, earning Adrien a protective glare from Matteo. “Adrien, What happened?” She asked, her voice scared. Adrien was pale and barley coherent. “Your father sent me to heaven once, and he knows how to do it again. Permanently this time. I messed up his plan. ‘Brainwashed’ his only daughter. He’s furious.” Adrien whispered, wheezing.
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