The Maid and her soldiers shall have the victory
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A man (monster), a prophecy and a choice, all rolled into one, none of which she battled by her own volition. Of course, the distinction hardly mattered while she lay writhing on the ground. "Rose Potter, why do you resist when you can have absolute power?" Rose smirked and the blood dripped to her teeth. "Where's your power, Malfoy?"