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Curiousity Kills The Cat
For about a month i’d been getting letters off an unknown person. Being aware of the dangers it could potentially cause, I had not as of then replied.
I woke up later that night to Harry and Ron staring at me. I jumped out my skin and whipped my wand out, they were lucky that it got caught on a loose piece of string from my pyjamas or I would have cursed them to an oblivion.
Fairytales and feelings...
“Listen Ginny, you wanted me to tell you so it’s not like I’m looking for your opinion or anything. Whatever you say I’m going to meet him. I’m not stupid and I think I’ve proved more than once that I can look after myself.”
Wrong doings & Wolves...
I allowed him to look like a fish for a while (because I found it amusing) before I said, “Right…Well Ron, I’m going to go to potions.” No response. “You remember right? The lesson we are now ten minutes late for.” Still absolutely no recognition that I was even stood there.
Meetings & Emotions
I stopped dead in my tracks, stunned at what I saw. She looked so different.
“It turns out that a certain little deatheater planned the capture of Hagrid.” My heart began to beat fast and my fists clenched. I knew it.
“You’ve never murdered anyone? Then what’s this?” I lifted up the sleeve of his left arm and pointed to the ugly image that was the dark mark. Even though I knew it must have been there I had still been shocked when I saw it.
Malfoy, would you stop it with that stupid, arrogant smirk.
“Azkaban?” I asked. “You think you’ll be going to Azkaban? Malfoy, you’ll be executed immediately.” Reality seemed to wash over him as he stood before me, and I saw an unfamiliar fear in his eyes.
Love Letters & Holagrams
“Hear, I’ve been trying to give this to you for months.” With that he basically sprinted out of the hall towards, I can only guess, the Gryffindor common room. I looked down into my hands and the folded piece of paper Ron had just handed to me.
“Not afraid of death?” He asked laughing so much he struggled to release his sentence. “Ron, you spent most of the time hid behind a wall muttering, “God don’t let me die, I’m too young to die. I have so much to offer this world. Please, please, please let their killing curses hit all them so they fuck off!!”
The person moved oddly, like they couldn’t walk properly. How could I not notice that unusually large form?
I lowered myself to the floor and waiting for another knock, which came seconds later. There was no way of me escaping so I tried to scare them off instead. I let out a low growl and with no response I presumed they had left. But I was wrong. The door flung open and in the door way stood a hooded figure with a wand pointed my way.
And so It Begins.
“How?!” Ron shouted from besides me, I had almost forgotten he was there. “By telling you he loved you? Do you really think he loved you Hermione? He made your life at school hell since your first day; he made all our days hell. He purposely set out to hurt you, he hates you Hermione, and he was using you to get in with the order.”
Good or Bad?
I stopped suddenly when my breath caught in my throat, I gasped for air as Tonks ran to my side. Pain was seeping through my body; there wasn’t an inch of me that wasn’t aching.
Reasons to fight for
Draco, come here.” My father’s voice was calm, for now. I looked worriedly into his eyes and continued to take slow steps backwards. “Draco,” he was slowly getting aggravated and I knew if I stepped to him now what he would do.
For The Last Time?
A bright green light was shot into the sky some way away; in the forbidden forest. They were coming; in a couple of minutes they would emerge through the trees.
The Final War
Luckily I had come the way I did as around the other side swarms of deatheaters were trying and failing to penetrate the light. I looked around me; there were so little people left from our side.
You Did It...
One day Hogwarts will open its doors to a new generation of witches and wizards who will learn, not of the war that we learnt, but of the one we fought in. They’ll be taught about the greatest headmaster to run it and the boy that was Voldermort’s down-fall…for the second time. New Message...
As they emerged onto platform 9 ¾ a wind swept through the platform. Magic had finally arrived again and the taller man pulled from his pocket a wand. With one swift movement a great noise filled the station and an amazing red train appeared on the track.
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