AnjaniManda8
Amaryllis Ambrosia Potter was loved. She was cherished. She was adored, and she was a brat. A brat through and through. After all, who wouldn't be? When you grew up being told you were kissed by Aphrodite herself because of your beauty, wouldn't you develop a little vanity? When your aunt and uncle practically kissed the very floor you walked on, wouldn't you develop a sense of entitlement? And when the entire magical world looked at you as though you were its hope and light, wouldn't you begin to feel just a little powerful?
Amaryllis had never quite understood why it was acceptable for everyone else to feel important, but somehow, when she did, it became a problem. She took her brathood far more seriously than most people took their knighthoods, thank you very much. So imagine her horror when she discovered that the universe had decided to humble her in the most spectacularly appalling way possible.
Anima. Sanguis. Caro.
Soul, blood, and flesh.
Three elements of an ancient marriage so binding that wizarding society had abandoned it centuries ago. Amaryllis had learnt about the ritual in her third year and promptly decided that anyone who willingly entered such a union had to be several screws short of a chandelier.
Naturally, fate took this as a personal challenge. By seventeen, she found herself entangled in that very marriage, bound to the one person she would never, under any circumstances, have chosen: Tom Marvolo Riddle. Lord Voldemort himself. Honestly, was there nobody else? She had barely begun to enjoy the taste of power, and now the universe expected her to share her life with a Dark Lord.
Luna had once said they were like stars destined to crash and burn together. Amaryllis had laughed.
She wasn't laughing anymore.