Ever since she was a child, Skuld Weasley didn't understand what was wrong with her. Why did death and war seem to always be around her?
The final war is drawing near, and Skuld Weasley must choose a side before it's too late.
This is a Translation.
The Original author goes by -swallowspring- over on Wattpad
It's a Dark Lord/Lady in the making Harry Potter fanfic, its kind of hard to mess it up. I think my quality is great, but maybe you don't and you want others to know your truth, read the book so you have detailed reasons why its not to your liking!