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Second Book of the Orphic Chronicles Everything had always been about Cordelia Black. Whether it be the perfect pureblood princess, Slytherin's Queen or the Triwizard Champion; Cordelia had achieved it all. The young Slytherin had always prized herself for her achievements at Hogwarts, but with her final year approaching, doubt and fear clouded her heart. With a certain Dark Lord persistently attempting to make her his Dark Lady, a family shaping her to be the perfect pureblood wife, and Dumbledore pushing her towards good, Cordelia couldn't fathom what she wanted to do, much less become, outside of Hogwarts. Hogwarts had always been everything for Cordelia and Tom. It had been their home, sanctuary, and escort to the wizarding world's complexities. But with their time at the school running out, Slytherin's best had to figure out which foot they would put forward and choose the path they would tread for the rest of their lives. Will the snakes' destiny intertwine for a final time, or will their final year be their stepping stone to eternal destruction?

The first book in The Orphic Chronicles Cordelia Lucretia Black was the textbook definition of a well-raised pureblood witch, she was spoilt, charismatic, conniving, and above all a Slytherin. Tom Riddle was an aspiring Dark Lord with a tendency to loath anything that threatened or disobeyed him. Each of them had ambitious plans for their sixth year, but it seems those plans had to be delayed due to a certain Triwizard's Tournament being brought to Hogwarts. As the snakes battle each other to gain the title of one of Hogwarts's champions, and above all the Triwizard Champion, buried secrets of their past and future are discovered. How can you hate someone who once was all you had? How can you love someone when you can't feel?

We all grew up watching the fascinating tales of Disney, wishing for our fairytale Happily Ever After, much like our beloved characters'. But, sadly, not everything is a walk through a park, and in our world, good never truly triumphs over evil. So, are you up for knowing the reality of your favourite stories? Or would you rather believe those fantastical versions to be true? After all, ignorance is bliss, isn't it?