[𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖆]
(Aj) Unrelenting and deadly;
involving loss of divine grace
or spiritual death.
❝This is the story of becoming a hero the hard way.❞
The Prisoner Of Azkaban - The Deathly Hallows
Started - 30 December 2020
Finished - ??
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"𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵."
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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐘 in the hospital wing, her eyes shut tight and body not moving.
Around her sat Hermione, Harry and Ron, who each shared the same worried look.
The room was silent, no one daring to even speak.
The three Gryffindors had made sure at least one of them was by her side since the event. Madam Pomfrey wouldn't allow anyone, other then the three, to visit Cassiopeia. She said it was to dangerous and confidential for anyone to see her, in case she woke up.
The silence was broken when the trio heard a ruffling of sheets echo throughout the wing. All three glanced at the bed to see Cassiopeia slowly opening her eyes.
She blinked a few times, adjusting to the sudden light, before grumbling, picking herself up and leaning on the back of the bed.
She rubbed her eyes and winced at the sudden pain that shot through her right eye as she touched it, "Holy Salazar," She exclaimed, her voice croaky and scratched, "That hurt like a bitch."
The three Gryffindors stared at her in shock, before Ron blurted out, "How are you not dead!"
Shaking her head Hermione corrected him, "Maybe we should be asking how she's speaking. We knew she wasn't dead, you could see her breathing. Honestly Ronald!"
"What in Merlins name are you talking about?" Cassiopeia questioned, turning her head so it now face the two bickering teenagers. Neither replied, Hermione dropped her head in shame the second Cassiopeia looked at them, and Ron stared at her in horror.
"What?" Cassiopeia questioned, frowning in confusion.
"You don't remember?"
"Remember what Harry?" She replied, turning to face him. "Remember what happened the other night."
She sat there for a moment, until she remembered. Her father, Peter Pettigrew, werewolf, attack. "Yeah." She mumbled, "Yeah I do remember."
