for the daughters of death eaters, girls with their green and silver ties impeccably knotted and inherited blood on their trembling hands. For the inheritors of familial sin, daughters who spend the rest of their lives trying to wash the blood shed by their fathers from their perfectly manicured fingers. The dark mark might not be embedded in their skin, but they can feel the ghost of it on their left forearms; the phantom call of their fathers' darkness.

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