'You were like a thunderstorm.

Wild and magnificent.

A sound I could fall asleep to.

A scene I could watch forever.

But storms don't stay

And neither did you.'

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Fireworks popped and crackled as a tormenting dragon made of flame snaked through the air, chasing a squealing Umbridge, whose heels clicked unceremoniously as she attempted to escape the beast imitation. All students bore grins as wide as ever, gathering in the courtyard where the main displays were held. The Weasley twins were ending their year with a literal bang, the crowd continuing to cheer and grow even as the two culprits fled on their broomsticks, laughing triumphantly.

Adeline watched the fireworks in awe, giggling in delight as a small spark twirled playfully around her. As it vanished, she turned to where Harry had been behind her a mere minute ago, hoping to witness his reaction to everything wonderful around them. At first, however, she failed to spot him, her grin dwindling as she saw him on the ground with a concerned Hermione kneeling before him.

She moved to join the actions of the bookworm, though abruptly stood back as Harry frantically jumped to his feet, springing to action and leaving the courtyard into the deserted halls, with Ron and Hermione in quick pursuit. Though her bewilderment, she trailed after.

"—listen, Harry! What if Voldemort is just trying to get to you?" Hermione reasoned as she desperately tried to convince the flustered boy. The three having halted at a staircase, Adeline finally caught up.

"Voldemort?" Her heartstrings snapped, and so did their heads turning to her, as if they'd forgotten she was there. Her voice cracked. "What do you mean? What's happening?"

The floor seemed to sway beneath her feet, ears blocking as though submerged beneath water. If her heart had a rhythm, it would surely be too reckless to continue its cadence, thoughts flying around her head like rain in a twisting wind. A deadpanned, ghostly stare fogged her eyes. This couldn't be happening. Not again.

"What's going on?" A new voice joined, and even as Hermione and Ron turned to identify the source, her stare stayed trained to the same person, begging to Harry that this was just some sort of cruel joke. That it wasn't real. But as he was taking breaths in too quickly and tapping his foot to an inconsistent beat and averting his gaze from hers and—she knew. That it was real.

But then she could hear again and think properly and she could see the faces of Ginny, Neville and Luna. The Weasley girl's hand gently rested upon her shoulder as reassurance that maybe, just maybe, everything could be okay. She knew it wouldn't, but prayed it might.

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The plan nearly worked. Ron would rush to Umbridge as a distraction and tell her that Peeves was wreaking havoc in the Transfiguration classroom— which was on the other side of the castle when compared to her office. Luna, Ginny and Neville would keep students from walking the hall leading to the office whilst Harry, Hermione and Adeline would attempt to contact Sirius by fireplace. Addie had no idea what was going on, let alone why they needed to talk to Sirius, but apparently there was no time to tell her.

Umbridge hadn't believed the tale of Peeves, and sniffed the lie out without second-guessing—and to Ron's dismay, began angrily toddling after her office.

This was how all seven of them ended up being roughly held, arms bent behind their backs, by members of the Inquisitorial Squad (a bunch of suck-ups to the pink lady)—including Draco and most of his little gang in the blush-bricked office, cat plates lining the walls. The blond bitterly gripped Adeline's arms in a painful, twisted formation, bending them the wrong way—so much so that she had to bite back a wince. He smirked at Harry's death glare.

Said boy was, unlike the others, forced in a chair with a seething, flushed Umbridge standing before him, veins popping from her forehead with mild burns scattered across her clothes, hair dishevelled like a wild bird's nest. She believed they all were just trying to contact Dumbledore, and when Harry truthfully stated they weren't, she refused that as an answer, 'Liar!', swinging her hand back onto the side of his face harshly, leaving the red mark of a hand pressed on his cheek.

"STOP IT!" Addie cried out on instinct, grimacing as Draco pushed her arms further into an unnatural position.

Drastically adding to her panic, the pink professor began convincing herself that the Cruciatus Curse was a suitable persuasion device for the truth on why they were in her office, Adeline's yells muffled from beneath Draco's hand.

"You give me no choice, Potter. As this is an issue of Ministry security...you leave me with no alternative. It ought to loosen your tongue."

"TELL HER HARRY!" Hermione shrieked. All eyes snapped to her, yet she maintained an act of defeat, even as Harry shot her a warning look.

Umbridge grew much more insistent with that, keen to get all the information she could get her wrinkly little hands on, a giddy, greedy expression creeping across her features. The fellow Gryffindor's, and Ravenclaw, watched Hermione in horror, whose gaze studied the floor, dumbstruck that their once trusted friend was going to tell so easily? Without even putting up a fight?

"If you won't tell her where it is... I will." Unbeknownst to the Inquisitorial Squad and Umbridge, the friends subtly traded confused looks at Hermione's 'admission'.

"Where what is? What is she talking about?" The toad desperately probed.

"Dumbledore's secret weapon." Hermione lifted her head dramatically, impressively keeping up the act as she lied through her teeth. And it worked. Umbridge believed her.

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She kept her eyes on the clock. Each tick, each second, felt like forever in itself. The Slytherin's talked at obnoxious volume, especially a certain Pansy Parkinson. Each one held either a Gryffindor or the one Ravenclaw whilst waiting for Umbridge to return with Harry and Hermione—who previously convinced the professor that Dumbledore's 'weapon' was hidden deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Adeline could only really guess at Hermione's intentions: to get Umbridge away so they could escape. To say she was awestruck from her friend's quick thinking was an understatement, coming up with the lie of Dumbledore holding a secret weapon—but really, she didn't have any more time to appreciate this as, finally, five minutes was up.

Considering no members of the Serpent House were looking to the entrance, Adeline quietly controlled the door to open and slam shut using nothing but her wandless magic. Without a second thought, Draco dropped her arms and opened the slick wooden door to investigate, wand instantly gripped in his hold. She shone a small, proud smile, as he had yet to realise his mistake of freeing her hands.

With a simple click of her thumb and middle finger, all Inquisitorial Squad members dropped like ragdolls to the carpet, eyes closed and light snores resounding through the room. The captives flinched in astonishment at the simplicity yet supremacy tied to her fingers like knots of string, their mouths open yet unable to produce a sound.

"We'd better go; they'll wake up soon. Follow me." Addie motioned her head to the open door with an unconscious Draco laying halfway out.

As she left the office, stepping over the sleeping Malfoy, it took a few short seconds for the rest of the group to comprehend what just happened, and after a few hard blinks, they hopped over the sleeping students—Ron 'accidentally' stepping on the open hand of Draco as a form of payback after nearly breaking Adeline's arms. Harry would thank him later.

Eventually, after sprinting through the castle with its various halls, taking short cuts through empty classrooms and secret rooms, the group had successfully found themselves halfway across the long and winding wooden bridge that would lead them to the Forbidden Forest. From there, they would find Harry and Hermione.

But really, the plan Adeline had made during the five minutes was partially disregarded as the familiar bookworm and raven-haired boy were now sprinting into view down the same bridge toward them. They met in the middle.

"How did you get away?" Hermione queried breathlessly, though eagerly, a relieved smile encasing her face, chocolate eyes twinkling.

"Addie. Waited a few minutes for you all to be at a good distance away, made the door open and slam shut loud enough to get their attention. Malfoy let go of her to check who was outside, she snapped her fingers, and just like that they were asleep on the floor!" Ron boasted for her, ruffling her hair playfully. They all sent her similar proud looks, especially Harry, and though she grinned at the Ginger's actions, it gradually faded like the sun setting on the distant horizon with the oncoming declarations.

"So, how're we getting to London, then?" Harry spoke, trying to overcome his reluctance after a mild debate of him arguing against anyone else going alongside him. A debate in which he, clearly, lost.

"No." Adeline spoke. No one seemed to hear her small voice however, talking amongst themselves to figure out a quick plan of action, so she cleared her throat and spoke firmer. "No."

"N...no?" Harry stared at her, brow furrowed, the others quietening to watch the two, eyes swimming with questions, confusion.

"Yes, 'no.'" Only now did he recognise the pools of tears blanketing her grey irises as she took an almost threatening step towards him, poking a finger in the middle of his chest. Her voice wobbled. "Harry Potter, you'd better tell me right now what the bloody hell is happening. All you just running off and making your plans and here I am, here I am, the daughter of the main culprit and none of you, especially you, have told me what's going on! Don't you go running off to London just now—you stay right bloody here until you tell me what's happening! PLEASE!"

His mouth tried to form words, tried to form at least some sort of response, but he was dumbstruck from her outburst. She had every right to go off at him, of course. Through all his rushing to try to help, through all his flustered action, he forgot the most important things. The most important person. She dropped her hand.

"I'm scared, Harry." The statement made his heart bleed, as if it was punctured right through the middle. Tears streaked their way down her cheeks like running rivers, nose pink but not from the cold. She hastily brushed them away with her uniform robe's sleeve, but they just kept coming. "And—and I don't know what to do."

Pulling the trembling girl into him, Harry wrapped his arms around her back as an act of comfort. After a few moments into his explanation of what was happening, Addie gave in and circled her own arms around his waist, hugging him back, burying her head into his neck, dark lochs tickling his chin.

He'd seen a vision. In it, Sirius was being tortured by Voldemort in this room in the Ministry of Magic named rather ominously 'The Department of Mysteries'. Harry was immensely determined to save him, as he was the only family member (that treated him well) he had left. Hermione had before tried to convince him that it could merely just be a trick in order to lure him to Voldemort, a trap, though clearly she was unsuccessful.

"Well," Addie sniffed as she pulled away, not recognising how cold it was until his warmth vanished. "How are we getting to this place? London?"

"We fly, of course." Luna dreamily stated as if it was the most obvious thing, drawing the groups' gaze to her.

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The elevator sounded a ding, a recorded woman's voice speaking 'Department of Mysteries.' The doors opened from the packed elevator to a dark, shadowy room filled with rows and rows of towering shelves holding slightly luminescent glass orbs. The room was so vast that no one could see the very back of it, let alone Sirius.

Adeline could barely keep up, though managed, with Harry, who ran down the main illuminated pathway in the very middle, slow enough to skim the shelving numbers as he went, the rest of them (Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna) trailing behind as they went further and further into the Department of Mysteries. Beneath his inconsistent breath, he counted the rows 'ninety two... ninety three... ninety four...' As Harry reached 'ninety five.' he suddenly halted, Addie skidding to a stop, barely missing slipping over as she joined back to his side from the few feet extra she ran.

"Where is he?" Harry winced, eyes darting around the ominously lit room, his wand lighted at the tip through Lumos. All of their wands resembled his—except Adeline, of course, who summoned a small, floating ball of light in the palm of her right hand.

"Harry..." Neville spoke, bringing the restless boy's attention to him. He was staring at one of the orbs with a label loosely tied to one of the legs of its stand. "It's got your name on it."

The crystal ball seemed to whisper something, a prophecy of sorts, though it passed as inaudible to Addie as, in the distance, the smash of glass echoed to her ear. The others seemed not to notice this, their heads turned to the ball that Harry now held, listening only to the faintly spoken words. Holding the sphere of light before her, she wandered gently from the group down the main path with hastily long, distressed strides.

Another sound of glass cracking as it hit the floor rang out, though this time it was much closer. Brow creased, she hesitantly pushed forward into the darkness, the light of her floating, glowing sphere only reaching a few feet— for if she were to make it any brighter, whatever was smashing these crystal prophecies would see her before she'd see them. The shadows ate at the light, and with tentative steps, she took a left turn into row 'one-hundred and thirty-three'.

Just before she walked in, however, a small commotion aroused from the group back at row ninety-five, to which was a little over a hundred metres away, and she momentarily turned her head to the left to see black silhouettes surrounding her friends, Harry moving his lit wand around, seemingly looking for her in panic. Evidently recognizing the light in her palm, to which illuminated her figure, Harry squinted, before shouting, his voice strained, slightly cracking.

"ADDIE!"

Before she could call back in response, her breathing hitched in fright as footsteps creeped toward her from her right, her blind spot—as she was facing the row she nearly walked, Adeline had forgotten to check the rest of the main pathway. A hand roughly enclosed around her mouth, muffling her shriek, the person's arm wrapping tightly around her middle. The light defused from a lack of concentration, and she was met with total darkness as a second person wrapped a scratchy piece of fabric around her eyes, all in a few seconds—much too quick to react properly.

As Adeline's hands deemed immovable, bound together by rope wrapped both around her wrists and palms, so much so that she couldn't close her fist, and she had no idea of anything or anyone around her, performing wandless magic would be both greatly difficult and dangerous—for herself and the others. For a moment, it was as if she was spinning in the air, arms gripped around her forcefully, and the next, she was standing back upright, though a little wobbly.

"All we want is that prophecy." An unfamiliar voice ordered calmly, though the man's tone slowly grew in terms of desperation.

"If you do anything to us, to her, I'll break it." Harry shot back, and with the light from their wands and the prophecy, she could see, though barely, the blurry outline of him. She struggled in one of the Death Eater's hold, trying to free herself, but they only circled their arm around her neck threateningly. Hearing her wince, the raven-haired boy took a step closer. "Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?"

"YOU DARE SPEAK HIS NAME?" A woman screeched, the shrill of her voice psychotic. "YOU FILTHY HALF-BLOOD!"

"It's all right. He's just a curious lad, aren't you?" The man's voice spoke once more. As he took gradual steps toward Harry, Addie, from her place slightly behind, to the left of the man, caught sight of his long, platinum blond hair contrasting to his black cloak. He was almost whispering. "Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Don't you want to know the secret of your scar? All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do...is give it to me. Then I can show you everything."

"I've waited fourteen years..." Harry said.

"I know." The man's believed triumph could be heard from his voice.

"I guess I can wait a little longer. Now!" The boy who lived called out, successfully tricking Lucius Malfoy. The previous members of Dumbledore's Army extended their arms, shooting Stupefy! At all the surrounding Death Eaters—including the one restraining Addie, the blue light shining well through the fabric.

Harry quickly ran to her, yanking off the blindfold restricting her sight. Grabbing her elbow, he pulled her with him as he ran down one of the paths along with the rest of their group following. From behind her, Hermione swiftly slashed a spell at the rope binding Adeline's hands, releasing them as the cords fell to the floor, Ad sending her a thankful glance. The seven hurried through the Department of Mysteries, though after Lucius appeared at a turn, holding his hand out for the prophecy, they were quickly pressed to back away and thus ended up being split up.

Hermione, Ron, Harry and Addie sprinted down different paths and turns without a destination in mind— uneasily reminding the latter two of the maze from the previous year, a shudder tickling Ad's spine at the thought. As two Death Eaters appeared at the front and back of the four, blocking them off from escaping, Ron and Hermione both sent spells to the one behind them, while Adeline shot a stunning spell at the Death Eater before herself and Harry, flying high into the air and landing with a thud.

As Lucius appeared once more in the middle of the now distance between the four, they were forced to split away from eachother yet again as the blond pursued Harry and Adeline. Feeling her legs grow tired and achy, lungs stinging, Ad unwillingly slowed down faintly—and seeing as he was now gaining considerable less distance on her, Harry quickly reached back and grabbed her hand, pulling her along with him, refusing to let her give up.

However, this wasn't enough, as she was now in range for it to work. Draco's father aimed his wand at her middle back, hissing a spell that projected a lengthy cord of rope. Remaining attached to the tip of his wand, it extended toward Addie, wrapping tightly around her middle, resembling the works of a lasso. She screamed as it tugged and pulled her back to him, her hand still holding Harry's, though it was too strong, and their hands slipped from one another's grip, their fingers brushing helplessly.

"NO!" He yelled out, as if it would get her back. He ran after her, but it wasn't fast enough and he couldn't move any quicker—he tried so hard, but Lucius had already coarsely clutched onto her just like the previous Death Eaters, apparating on the spot just as Harry reached an arm's extent away.

He stood in the silence, out of breath, trying to gather his panicking thoughts as they raced around his head and his heart thumped way too fast in his chest—

"Where's Addie?" Ginny asked. He turned around, and his eyes were met with the entire, panting group, scathed in cuts and bruises.

"Gone." Harry avoided their eyes, stomach twisting, his palms clammy. "He took her."

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A large, stone archway with a mystical fog hovering inside, like a portal, stood tall in the middle of the room. The group had ran through a small door after one of their spells caused the shelves to topple like dominoes, sending heavy crystal spheres plummeting to the ground. This door had no ground on the other side, though Hermione had conjured a spell and broke the fall just before they would have smacked into the concrete. The Death Eaters had, once more, arrived in their clouds of eerie black, surrounding the group and grabbing one student each, leaving Harry—the prophecy remaining in his hand. A wide circle had now formed, with each Death Eater pointing their wand to their allocated persons' head or throat.

At his laugh, Harry turned around to see Lucius emerge from the shadows into view, walking further so that he reached a higher ground in front of him, his hand out. Behind him trailed a familiar girl with dark hair and coffee-shaded eyes, holding captive a fear-stricken Adeline, her wand digging into the side of her neck. He stopped breathing until his lungs burnt for air. Behind him, Hermione and Ron had done the exact same thing at the sight of Christine Lestrange.

"I'll make this simple for you, Potter." The blond sneered, though Harry struggled to pay attention as he watched Christine—so that if she did anything to Addie, he'd see it straight away. "Give me the prophecy now... or watch your friends die."

His eyes flicking over each one of his friends, Harry swallowed, handing the crystal ball over slowly, defeated, not wanting to take the risk of anyone getting hurt—let alone killed. Lucius held it at eye-level in victory before him, getting a good look at it for himself before he would hand it over to the Dark Lord.

A flash of white abruptly shone behind him, attracting the gaze of them all. Lucius lingered for a moment, before he turned around to be faced with Sirius Black.

"Get away from my godson." He spat protectively, pulling back his fist and punching Draco's father on the side of his face, who swung back onto the floor from the blow, dropping the prophecy onto the ground, smashing, a wispy mist escaping, dissolving.

More swirls of pearl white smoke flew into the room; and as they landed, members of the Order of the Phoenix emerged, battling the Death Eaters, releasing the hostage students. Adeline swiftly sent an electric spark from herself to Christine, who jumped back, yelping, releasing her hold on Addie. Harry ran across to her, resting his hands on her upper arms.

"You okay?" He hurriedly asked, ducking his head, dodging a flying curse. She quickly nodded in response, turning so her back was to him, sending a stunning spell to the sender of the curse. Twisting around, Harry repelled a spell aimed at Addie back to Christine. It hit her squarely in the chest, flying back into the rigged stone wall and slumping to the ground.

The rest of their group hid behind a few of the large boulders as instructed by Nymphadora Tonks, spells of different colours flying through the air at expeditious speeds all whilst Harry and Adeline stood with their backs to eachother in the midst of it, deflecting and firing spells.

However, as Bellatrix ran out of opponents, she smirked maniacally, firing the Cruciatus Curse toward Harry. Adeline paused it mid-air, her palm facing outward, and turned it around, redirecting it back to the sender. She missed, only by an inch, Lestrange rapidly firing the same Unforgivable Curse over and over to the Potter boy from a little over ten metres away, laughing, making Addie have to deflect each and every one busily. Growing bored of playing, Bellatrix then conjured the same spell as Lucius had previously, a rope launching from the tip of her wand.

It wrapped speedily around her waist, though when she tugged, Adeline held her ground. Another Death Eater had re-joined the fight after a conquered battle with Alastor Moody, and had initiated rapid firing of Cruciatus curses her way, assuming Lestrange's role. This left Addie to force away his spells with her right arm, each flick of her wrist generating a white spark as it collided with the curses, and fend off Bellatrix's pulling with her left by pointing her outstretched arm to her feet, emitting a teal blue light— keeping them trained to the ground through a spell even as the rope dug painfully into her side. The main objective was concentration, for if she lost it, even for a split second, she'd lose.

Sirius was behind her, alongside Harry, facing the opposite direction in an intense duel with Lucius and another Death Eater. This meant she was running out of defences, as one more Death Eater entered the party, sending jinxes. His were much slower than the other one, so she was easily able to flick away his wand by just looking at it, having to redo this action with every time he picked it back up.

She was becoming increasingly drained of energy as the mere seconds passed by from fighting off three servants to her father at once, bursting out a loud, strangled cry of pain and exhaustion and—

As a spell beyond her sight came into contact just below her shoulder by a different witch, Adeline was pushed forward, roughly knocking into the ground. About to stand once more, she unwillingly, and suddenly, began screaming and writhing uncontrollably as one of the Cruciatus Curses finally touched her. The pain was excruciating, pinching and cutting and piercing and beating without escape, pounding her head and clenching her lungs—just pain blaring through, in, and around her skin. Anything else she'd been through was nothing when compared. Her cries were choked back with heavy sobs as they throbbed through her core.

And then it stopped.

Her chest rose and fell hurriedly, though she slowed it down. Sitting up, she was unsuccessful in stopping her entire body trembling from the aftermath of the curse. Reaching a shaking hand to her forehead, her fingers were met with a warm fluid, and as she pulled them back down into sight, it was unmistakably smeared blood that coated her fingertips. Adeline's tired, steely eyes briefly met Harry's before Bellatrix tugged the rope that had remained snug around her waist, too fast for him to grab hold of her. Her scream echoed, bouncing off the walls, though it was no match for Harry's yells, who whipped around furiously, disarming and stunning a grinning Christine, knocking her unconscious— the very witch who'd sent the spell to Ad.

Bellatrix made the rope vanish as soon as Adeline was in her grip, before hastily reaching over to her left wrist, placing her fore and middle finger right above where her heartbeat would lie if she had one, a grimly dense black smoke appearing at her feet. The Death Eater stood back, laughing in bliss whilst the others watched her transformation in horror—all other servants to Voldemort had by now either been killed or stunned.

What she left behind was scarcely recognisable as a human being.

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She smirked. An action so simple, so small, sent a cold twinge to dwindle down Harry's spine. In a room full of people, both good and bad, it was silent; still.

"Which one?" The monster asked, perfectly symmetrical face directed toward Bellatrix Lestrange; so pale she may as well be dead. Adeline, buried inside her mind, was only capable of seeing the effects of this being born of dark magic through its, well, her eyes—powerless in regaining control of her own body and movements. The monster spoke for herself, a separate creature in the same form.

'NO!' Addie shrieked inside her own head. 'DON'T DO IT! STOP!'

"Black." Bellatrix whispered beneath her breath, voicing each sound with leisurely pace, a grin developing across her lips as the monster nodded sharply.

'STOP IT! STOP!'

Her boots clicked with each unsettling step, one foot in front of the other. Addie cried and yelled and screamed for it to stop—she did everything, but the monster failed to cease. Its cold eyes, strained with no emotion, reflected the monster's iced over heart, its face pure of any freckle, any previous cut, any tinge of rose, any indication of Addie. Its cascading, straight hair and long flowing dress rustling lightly as she walked, so slow, so quiet. They were speechless, unmoving, even as she raised her hand to aim at Sirius.

'NO! STOP IT! PLEASE!'

Through the screams, the cries, the shouts of Adeline inside her own head, she couldn't control anything. She couldn't, even slightly, redirect its line of fire like last time; she couldn't change back, no matter how much she tried. She couldn't stop the green strike of light from fleeing the palm of her open hand as commanded by the monster.

She couldn't stop the Killing Curse from striking Sirius, perfectly in the middle of his chest.

The shriek crawled its way up and out of the monsters throat, bellowing in agony and pain and sorrow and guilt—too loud for anyone to hear Bellatrix's roar of malicious laughter. The scream sounded through to all of them, provoking a severe ringing in their ears and pools to their eyes. Her heart bled, or at least, that's what it felt like, tearing her apart inside and out, the grim, dark smoke covering her body for a second time, dissolving what was of the monster, beginning at her head. As it trailed down her figure, left behind was a hysterically sobbing Addie, her face covered in patches of red as tears brutally spilled down her cheeks, forgetting all about the smudged, bloody cut on her forehead.

Her legs finally gave way just as the smoke fully disappeared, leaving her kneeling on the floor, vulnerable; she clung onto it as if it would crumble from right beneath her feet. Looking up, rubbing away the blurriness clouding her vision, she saw Harry. Unlike her, he'd held his ground, his face expressing disbelief, looking from where Sirius had fallen into The Veil after being hit with Avada Kedavra, to her crippling self. And at that moment, he saw the life leave her beautiful eyes, even if she was not dead, her body falling limp on the jagged floor.

a/n:

ohhh my god. i caN'T-

okay so.

this chapter is 5,100 words long. the usual chapter length is at least 1,000 words.

anyway, if you didn't see, i made a trailer for this book series! you can go to the chapter titled 'trailer' to watch it on YouTube :))

next chapter is the epilogue.

sorry for the late update but you can probably see why it took so long lmao.

also what the hell,,, this book hit 12k a couple days ago,, it was at 9k last time i updated,,

you guys are amazing. ily.

-G