User talk:Emily

I am new here. It has been a while since I used wiki formats. I am going to share some young lesbian sex fantasies here. My first story will be:

The Last Horcrux

--Emily (talk) 22:52, 6 January 2023 (CET)

As I am not allowed to start contributing yet, I will start writing some text here and transfer it later on.

The Last Horcrux You are Emily, or are you Emily? You are a fragment of the soul of Lord Voldemort, possessing the body of Emily. You are his thoughts, his pattern, controlling Emily’s body with magic like the strings of a marionette. But your thoughts are also strings, and the quintessence that forms your pattern is indistinguishable from that of Emily’s.

Emily awakens. You are an eleven year old pure blood witch named Emily Lestrange, who is going to start her first year at Hogwarts in one weeks time. Your first thought is that you need to find a wand and your allies, but possessing the body of a young girl affects you far more than you anticipated.

You are lying on your bed, a large four poster, with pale silk curtains and sheets. Your room has high white ceilings, and wallpaper with vivid designs of emerald rose and black thorns. A fire burns in the fire place, and a dolls house sits there, lonely and unused. There is a vague scent of lavender in the air, and the only sound is an occasional crackle from the fire and the sound of your own breath. The dim light from the fire casts flickering shadows across the room.

There is something in your hand, and something moving around your neck. You can feel the warmth of the bed and a soft silk night dress against your skin. The snake slithers slightly around your throat, as if stirring in its sleep. It is only your familiar, Hastur, and his smooth black scales are reassuring as they move across your flesh. In your hand is something metallic, but you can’t see it properly in the dim fire light.

Reaching out to the bedside light, you turn it on and look at the object in your hand.

“Mistress…” hisses Hastur, “Something iss not right. Something iss… suspiciousss…”

You hiss back quietly to Hastur that everything is as it should be. Noticing how naturally you speak to and understand the snake. Emily is a parseltongue just as you are, and you notice the feeling of two small fangs in her mouth, just a little larger than normal canine teeth.

You hold the object in the light and look at it, a metal dial or compass… no, it’s Time Turner, but one far larger and more elaborate than any you have ever seen before, except that…

It worked, you realise. The Time Turner has brought you back, nearly seven years, and into this girls body, as you planned. You gaze in awe at the now broken device in the young girls hands, and stare even longer at her fine, pale fingers. It means that some of your other soul fragments and Horcruxes must have been destroyed, but no matter; here, in this time, they have not yet been destroyed. This time, shout will have a chance to become whole, and then…

“Miss Emily,” a voice comes from the Hallway, looking through your doorway, “are you alright?”

It is your nanny, Miss Lancel, who has looked after you ever since you were a child.

“I’m fine nanny,” you say, shocked to hear your young girl voice out loud, “I just, can’t sleep is all.”

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Thanks, and welcome to the site. --Elerneron (talk) 05:17, 7 January 2023 (CET)