I'M APPOLOGISING IN ADVANCE BECAUSE I WROTE THIS CHAPTER AT TWO IN THE MORNING! WOO!

“Oh, fellow madam! Willow! There is a man outside; he has a scar the same as the ones on our new badges!” Jane said, peering out the window.

“The same?!” I said dramatically.

“The very same!”

“I do not believe it! I simply cannot fathom a reason or a way as to how he came to be here!”

Harry was literally standing outside, looking in the window. And his face was pressed against it, squished up and stuff. Hermione was in the background, rolling her eyes and meowing.

“Bollocks! That is indeed Harry Potter. The brother whom is mine very own! The man whom we are fighting for.” I said breathlessly.

“Whatever Trevor.” Jane said, and went back to her knitting.

I ran outside, wand aloft.

“What does Harry Potter do that pisses his sister off?” I said, pointing it threateningly at him.

“Pretty much everything.”  Harry replied, staring at me as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“And what did I give you for your birthday present in your second year Hermione?”

“Coupons to ensure your silence.” She said, also looking confused.

“HOLY SHIT IT’S ACTUALLY YOU!” I screamed, and I ran over.

“WAIT!” the pair shouted.

“Oh, okay.”

“What does Willow do that’s really annoying?”

Well this is a tough one.

“Umm, I dunno, breathe?” I said. “Not all the time, sometimes I’m like compassionate and shit. Why don’t you make the question more specific? Like, ‘What does Willow do that really irritates McGonagall?’ besides, then I can have fun answering it.”

“It is you.” Hermione said breathlessly, and she walked over, slightly dazed and STABBED ME IN THE STOMACH.

WHAT THE FUCK

“HERMIONE YOU FUCKED UP BITCH!”

“CALM YO TITS; IT’S A DREAM, DOUCHEBAG!”

“SORRY!”

“THIS IS A FUCKING SIGN WILLOW! YOU CAN’T HANG OUT WITH ALL THESE LITTLE KIDS AND HIDE YOURSELF FROM THE WORLD! YOU NEED TO GO AND DO SOMETHING YOU PRICK-FACE DILLYWALLER! YOU NEED TO FULFIL YOUR FUCKING DESTINY!”

“OH-FUCKING-KAY!”

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I had a dream about Harry and Hermione and I feel sick. I feel alone despite all these kids I've been training. For what? What is it all for anymore? I know we are fighting a battle, but to what extent? I need to leave before I turn them into an army. I am capable of doing so. And if I continue, what makes me any better than the enemy I am so desperately trying to fight? 

These girls will follow my every command, and I don't want to corrupt them. I don't want to be corrupted by power and turn them into mini death eaters.  I understand what Dumbledore meant forever ago when he told McGonagall that I could be like Voldemort. I do have the potential to raise an army. I do have the potential to become as dark and twisted as he. 

I can’t do this anymore. I have to go.

I looked down at my arm, where the word ‘pathetic’ was still carved. It would always be there. Bellatrix made sure of that. If the death eaters found me, they’d find these girls. They’ve suffered enough. I can’t be the one to lead them into battle. I can’t bring them to an almost certain death.

"Ruby," I said softly, walking into her room. "I have to leave."

"What? Why?" Ruby asked, shocked.

"I just-" I cut myself off, feeling warm tears streaming down my face.

"It's okay," she cooed, looking uncertain of whether to hug me or not.

"I just have to go. But I need you to do something for me." I said quietly.

"Whatever you need." I gulped because of two things. A) because Ruby just confirmed her unwavering loyalty, even if she gets no benefit from it. And B) what I was about to ask her to do.

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“Obviously, you are lying to us.” He said, walking around me in a circle. “What I want to know is why. What are you hiding little girl?”

“Nothing!” I cried, and I spat blood. Being tortured and questioned for like ages sucks. It sucks balls. Fucking basket balls, because that’s practically impossible, and if you could fit a whole basket ball in your mouth, it would hurt. “I don’t know anything! Last I remember I was...I don’t know, it’s all fuzzy.”

“TELL ME OR I WILL KILL YOUR BROTHER!” Voldemort screamed at me.

“I THINK WE HAVE BEEN OVER THE FACT THAT YOU WILL KILL HIM REGARDLESS! WHY DON’T YOU JUST KILL ME RIGHT NOW? I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING! THERE IS NOTHING TO TELL YOU!” I shouted so loud that I hurt my own voice.

“Riddle me this,” he said, calming himself and sitting down on a chair. “What is inside this box, and how come I can’t open it?”

He held up the box in question.

“I don’t know, and I don’t know.”

“What would you do if I were to just – “he motioned the fireplace next to him. “Throw it away?”

“I wouldn’t care, because I don’t know what the hell it is, and I don’t care what is in it.”

He made a move to throw it into the flames, and I didn’t react. I was totally over mysteries, and the mysterious box was no exception.

“So you do not care about anything, and you do not know about anything?” he asked me coldly.

“Correct.” I said flatly.

He threw the box at me. It was a weird box with no lock and no key but it would not open.

“You can leave then.”

“Are you serious, or are you going to kill me when I walk out the door?” I asked, rather politely.

“Oh, I’m going to do much worse than kill you.” Voldemort smiled. “I’m going to send you to Hogwarts.”

“Have you fucked that over now too?”

“I’ve made it what it was always destined to be.”

“Ri-ight.” I nodded. “So you’ll send me there, and I’ll get the shit beat out of me some more, and then you’ll be able to use me if you need me for anything, and you’ll be able to keep an eye on me.”

“Correct.” Voldemort said, eyeing me carefully. “You really seem underwhelmed by everything.” I completely imagined him saying: Do you want to talk about it? But he didn’t so it’s all good. “You are telling the truth.” Voldemort looked a little out of his comfort zone to be perfectly honest. I wondered why they didn’t just give me that verit-whatever syrum-y-potion thing so I told the truth, but you know; whatever floats your weenie.

I don’t even know what I just thought/said.

“It makes me uncomfortable that you don’t swear Lord Voldemort.”

“Fuck you for calling me that. I’m the Dark Lord, bitch.”

I THINK LORD VOLDEMORT JUST JOKED WITH ME WHAT HELP HELP WARNING HELP ME

Then some death eater was dragging me out of the room.

“Sup?” I asked, but they didn’t reply.

Oh wow, I’m going back to Hogwarts…

I GOTTA GET BACK TO HOGWARTS

I GOTTA GET BACK TO SCHOOL

I GOTTA GET MYSELF TO HOGWARTS

Even though it’s overrun with depression and whatnot.

Oh well, I’ve got to go back, ay?

Even if I’m not entirely sure what the fuck happened before I was in being tortured by Voldemort.