Harry's POV

The soft sand under my feet crumbles as I land hard on my back, Lilith's limp body on top of mine. The last words I heard before Apparating startle me, as I realize my sister isn't breathing. 

"Lil!" I shake her shoulders, but she doesn't open her eyes. "Please, you can't be dead, not now!"

I grab her arms and look down at my hands. Red, her blood all over my shirt. The knife Bellatrix threw at us before we left, it hit Lilith. On the chest, right next to her heart.

Ron appears by my side, carrying a passed out Hermione. He points at the other side of the beach and sighs. I follow his finger with my eyes and they land on Dobby.

A not breathing Dobby.

I lay my sister's head on the sand, carful not to hurt her, calling out for Bill. He'll help her. I run to Dobby and pick him up. He's not breathing, he's dead. There's no blood. He was hit by the curse Bellatrix sent us.

"Dobby... Dobby..." I know he's gone, but I can't help it.

After a few minutes of silently mourning over Dobby's death, I realize we are at the right place. Bill and Fleur's house.

My knees sink deeper on the sand, as Bill and Fleur, Dean and Luna gather around me as I grab the elf's tiny body. I remember something.

"Hermione. And Lilith." I suddenly say as I look back to where my sister's body was. "Where are they?"

"Ron took Hermione inside." Bill answers. "And Fleur took your sister. They'll be alright, Harry."

I take off my own jacket and cover Dobby in it like a blanket. I'll give him a proper funeral soon. But now I have to check on my sister.

"Where is she?" I ask as we enter the house. The sea rushing against the rocks outside makes my words barely audible.

"Upstairs, second room on the left." Fleur answers, her thick accent marking her every word.

I listen to the sea as the others talk, my feet dragging me upstairs. The door to Lilith's room is closed, and I knock before entering. There's no answer.

The door creaks as I step inside the room, my sister laying on the bed next to the window. She has her hands pressed against her chest, her hair falling around her heard perfectly.

She looks like an angel.

An angel I neglected when I noticed Dobby. I shouldn't have done that. My sister should always be my number one priority. But why can't I fulfill my thoughts? She knows she's important to me, and I know that as well. Sometimes it's hard to show her how Koch I really care.

I've never been a fan of affection myself. My uncles never even kissed my forehead or patted my back. Always 'Harry do this, Harry do that'.

I sit beside Lilith, grabbing her hands. The knife is no longer piercing her skin. She looks like an angel. A sleeping angel.

"Hey, sis." I whisper softly, taking a strand of her hair and twirling it around my finger. "I'm sorry for letting you down. You got hurt because of me, I could have prevented this."

The radio is on, its soft hums filling the silence as I rest my forehead against hers.

'We are sorry to announce that another wave of murders has hits Hogwarts. The names of the victims are going to be listed now: Louise Marcus, thirteen, Duart Sanchez, thirteen, and Pansy Parkinson, seventeen. The wizarding world mourns the death of these students, by the hands of Amycus Carrow. The Death Eater returned to his position as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher after the mysterious disappearance of his sister, Beatrice, former DADA teacher. We hope sh-'

I gasp. Louise and Pansy are- well, were- Lilith's friends. How is she going to react to that when she wakes up? I stand to turn it off but the soft voice behind me stops my actions.

"Don't. I want to hear it."

I look at the bed and my sister is awake. She places her hands on her stomach and closes her eyes. The grim look on her face tells me she's in pain.

"How're you feeling?"

"Not fine." Lilith nods her head. "I'll be okay soon."

I pace around the bed she's in, rethinking what to tell her. Should I tell her what I've been thinking about? Invading Bellatrix's vault is riskier than entering Hogwarts. But Lilith is still too fragile, and we are probably going to hurt ourselves during the mission.

I can't let her get hurt again. She has had too many injuries in the past few months and most of them are my fault.

"I've been thinking." I begin, only to be interrupted by my dear sister and her sarcastic comments.

"Oh Neptune, he thinks!" She throws her hands up and winces. "Ouch."

"Don't do that." I sternly look at her wounded side. "You should sleep."

"Not until you tell me what you have in mind."

I sigh. I knew this was going to happen. She's too stubborn to forget about it. She heard the news, how is she not crying over Pansy's death?

"I have to talk to Ollivander about these wands." I show them to her but she merely looks at them, nodding and lowering her head. "Then we'll use the Polyjuice Potion Hermione brewed a few months ago to enter Bellatrix's vault. She was so mad at us for 'stealing the sword from her vault'. What if she had something else in there? Something important, probably related to the Horcruxes we are trying to destroy?

I come back to reality when my sister claps her hands in front of my face. I look down and notice I'm sitting by her side on the bed. I don't remembering sitting down.

"Welcome back to the land of the living." Lilith smirks but I can see the sadness behind her eyes.

"How are you?"

"Oh, you know, after hearing that my best friend is dead... Just peachy." Lilith rolls her eyes but her strong exterior is starting to crumble down.

"Rest." I get up to leave her but she grabs my hand and pulls me to her.

"I'll rest after you tell me what was going no though your head a few seconds ago."

I sigh. I knew she wouldn't let go of it. I wait a few seconds before speaking, mentally preparing myself.

Lilith won't be happy.

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Lilith's POV

Harry's preparing Dobby's funeral. Ready to take the poor little guy and shove him inside a hole in the sand. Not a very nice idea, the sea is probably going to wash away his body. But Harry wants it that way, so who am I to judge?

Where are we supposed to go now? Harry told me while we were upstairs but I can't remember. I know it had something to do with Horcruxes and Lestrange.

I'll remember eventually.

Oh...

The potions Severus gave me are inside my bedside table in my room at Hogwarts. Oh crap!

I don't want to start forgetting things again! I don't want to be the crazy, sad girl who can't even remember her name!

"Okay, calm down."

"Who're talking to, Lilith?"

I turn around to find Ron and Hermione looking at me with apprehensive eyes. I smile sadly, deciding to hide the truth from them. It's less painful.

"Nothing, I was just thinking out loud." I sigh. "This is very confusing, waking up here without knowing what happened."

"Don't worry, it'll be alright." Ron pats my back, careful not to hurt me. "We'll be back before you notice we left."

"What?"

"You're not coming, Lilith. You're hurt, and we don't want you to get hurt again." Hermione rubs her arm, where the words Lestrange craved are. "And we don't want to see you get hurt again."

"You won't have to." I cover my own arm, not letting them see the words the bitch craved on my skin. "I'll be careful and you'll be there to protect me, right?"

Ron and Hermione share a look.

"We can't tell you anything before Harry comes back. He has to decide what he wants to do, we can't just tell you to come and then when he comes back h-"

"Calm down, Mione." I get up, the pain on my stomach increasing. I choose to ignore it. "I won't go with you then. If that's what you guys want."

Ron and Hermione share a look. They know me too well. I'm totally not okay with the fact they want me to stay out of their missions. But what if I forget about, you know, who they really are and start firing spells at them? What if I accidentally kill one of them? I would never forgive myself for that.

"I-I'll go find Harry."

The door is so close. I just have to endure the pain for a few more minutes and then... Then I'll ask Fleur to heal me. And with 'heal me' I mean make me pass out. I need some rest.

"See ya soon, guys."

I walk slowly to the door, opening it and stepping outside, looking for by brother. He's leaning on the sand, looking down at Dobby's grave. I've never met that elf but if Harry's so sad, it's because he was great.

I take my time walking down the stairs, careful not to hurt myself even more. I haven't thought about my injuries yet. I know they're probably bad but I don't need to know. I can always wait for them to heal. Yeah, I think I can do that.

As the sand gets in my shoes, I think about Draco. The way he looked at me when he saw me on the floor of his house, his heartbroken expression. Is he okay? I don't know.

"What are you doing out here?"

I look up, staring at Harry as he walks towards me.

"I was wondering if you needed help." Big fat lie and Harry knows it.

"No, I'm done. I wanted to do it properly, without magic." Harry takes hold of my hands. "You're so cold, let's get you inside."

I nod, not wanting to upset Harry.

"There's something I want to talk to you about."

"If this is about me, Ron and Hermione going to Bellatrix's vault, no you're not coming with us."

"But wh-"

"By buts. You're weak, you're hurt and I can't lose you." Harry interrupts me. "Take a break, you need it. Use it to rest, take care of your health."

"Mourn over Pansy." I whisper under my breath.

Harry stops walking up the stairs and looks down at his feet. He shakes his head repeatedly.

"Yeah, you can do that too."

Harry guides me inside where Hermione and Ron are sitting, looking eagerly outside the window, probably waiting for us.

"Oh, you're back!" Hermione stand awkwardly in front of Ronald.

"That was the nicest reception I've ever seen!" I smile but it's fake. Unfortunately. "I'm going to bed now."

Fleur appears out of nowhere and guides me back to the room she gave me. I lay in bed as she bandages my side once again.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up.

I sit on the bed, now wide awake. Fleur left to find some flowers. Yes, I remember that. The reason why, well, she wanted to make this room look nice and fresh.

The vision hits me as soon as I close my eyes again. It's dark. And cold too, but I barely feel it. The pain on my forehead is strong enough to numb everything else. The sun is barely visible over the horizon, and I see two men walking side by side towards a big grey stone.

"I shall join you in the castle shortly." The first man, Voldemort, says to the second man, Severus. "Leave me now."

Without giving Voldemort a second glance, Severus bows and walks away, his big black cloak floating behind him. I'm not there physically, I can't move or look around, but I know that I'll be able to see it all. I think Voldemort wants me to see it.

Voldemort looks back at the school, and I can see it too, like I'm Voldemort himself. I wonder if he's behind this. Probably. There are no lights inside the castle windows, and Voldemort cracks a scary smile.

Please don't do that again.

I can hear some of Voldemort's thoughts, and he's very delighted. He'll find 'it' soon. Whatever 'it' is. I don't even care to be honest. But I understand that it is important to Harry's mission.

Now that we're close enough, what I once thought was a big stone is, actually, a tomb. And it's not grey, it's white, delicate and extremely beautiful.

I can feel what Voldemort is feeling: pure euphoria. He's excited about something, about finding something. Guess I'll find out soon.

He raises his wand and the excitement grows as I hear, loud and clear, one of Beijinhos thoughts.

How fitting. My old wand's last great act.

What that meant, I don't freaking know, but he's creeping me out, more than usual. More than that time he asked me to call him Tom. Yuck!

He waves his wand in front of the tomb and it splits open from head to foot. He raises his wand again and something I can't clearly see lifts from inside the tomb. As they fall to the grass at our feet, I see they're white wrappings.

Voldemort looks down at the tomb, and a body appears underneath it. A pale face I knew too well, perfectly preserved inside the tomb.

Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's hands are folded on his chest, an old wand in his hands. Voldemort smirks and let's out a sarcastic comment.

"Was he that big of a fool to imagine that marble or death would protect the wand? Had he thought that the Dark Lord would be scared to violate his tomb?"

His white hand pulls the wand from Dumbledore's grasp, and as he takes it, a shower of sparks fly from its tip, sparkling over the corpse of its last owner, ready to serve a new master at last.

What a creepy moment. If this is what j think it is, then Harry is screwed.

I think Voldemort is in the possession of the Elder Wand.

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