The young muggleborn Diane Lou Albury gets her Hogwarts letter at last, Starting her first year at Hogwarts in the year 2018.
Throughout her years at Hogwarts she meets peculiar people and makes the greatest friends, but are they all who they seem t...
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˖*. FORLORN FINALE .*˖
The teens stared back at Whitelock, their bodies locked in fear.
Lysander firmly grabbed Diane's hand, his eyes looking from his terrified twin brother to the vampire.
'Bring them.' Whitelock motioned to the greasy people standing beside him. His werewolves.
They entered the mansion and approached the five of them. The teens stepped back, trying to think of a way to get out of this. But they all knew, there was no way out.
A female approached Lloyd and Roxanne, the former holding Roxanne close to his body. The werewolf grabbed the two by the arm and apparated on the spot.
On their left, the exact same thing happened to Saoirse and Parker. Followed by Lorcan moments after until only Lysander and Diane remained in the mansion, facing their former teacher.
Lysander faced Diane, his expression of worry and fear did little to settle her unrest.
Whitelock reached out and forcefully grabbed them. As they apparated, Diane held the golden locket clutched tightly in her hand.
As her feet met solid ground, she looked around to see they were back in the place she'd called home for the past six years. Hogwarts.
'Had your fun hiding from me, didn't you.' Whitelock sneered, circling the teens like a vulture waiting for its meal.
'Despite your constant need to hinder my plans, I'll try to remain civil.' He said, standing still and facing them. 'You give me the compass now, or you will all meet the same fate as your beloved potions teacher.'
'What did you do to him?' Lloyd dared to ask, his voice shaky and his hand still entangled with Roxanne's.
'Why, killed him of course.' He smiled malevolently. 'I am done playing your pathetic little games. Compass, now.'
As Saoirse's hand went to her pocket to retrieve the object, Lysander made a sound that sounded a bit like a sneeze. Diane noticed his wand was subtly pointed toward her hand which held the locket.
She felt the object expand slightly, it's oval shape transforming into something rounder and heavier.
All eyes were on Saoirse as she felt around in her pocket. Her brows furrowed in confusion when she didn't feel the round form of the compass but the chain fastened to the golden locket.
'I have it!' Diane blurted, trying to keep Saoirse from revealing anything. She carefully opened her hand, in which now laid the bronzen compass.
'Give it here, girl.' Whitelock snapped, snatching the object out of her hand. He started smiling in earnest as he held it in his hands. 'Finally.'
