All I Have Left

Chapter Sixty Five

I take a seat next to Ronald and Harry in Divination, Harry and Ronald across from each other and me in the center, all of us sitting around the round table.

The room was scorching with heat, the fire in the fireplace lit and the windows shut, except for one that Harry had pulled open. There was a soft breeze coming our way, and it made the class slightly more bearable.

"My dears." Professor Trelawney greets, sitting in her winged armchair and peering around at the class. "We have almost finished our work on planetary Divination. Today, however, will be an excellent opportunity to examine the effects of Mars, for he is placed most interestingly at the present time. If you will all look this way, I will dim the lights..."

With a flick of her wand, the lamps went out, the fire the only source of light now. Professor Trelawney bent down and lifted, from under her chair, a smaller model of the solar system inside of a glass dome. 

We all watched lazily as Professor Trelawney began to point out the angles Mars was making to Neptune. The heavily perfumed fumes were washed over our table, the breeze from the window making it stronger, and Ronald coughed, but the sound was drowned out from my ears by the sound of the bug humming.

My eyes slowly began to droop, and I rested my head on my hand, tuning out Trelawney droning on and on about the planets and started to feel a large breeze on my face, the wind soaring through my hair...

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An eagle owl was soaring through the clear blue sky, a girl with brown hair on it's back, towards an old, ivy covered house that was set high on a hillside. 

Lower and lower the owl flew, the girl grinning on it's back, relishing in the fresh air, until they reached a dark and broken window in one of the upper stories of the house and the owl entered, now flying through a gloomy passageway, to a room at the very end of the hall. Through a door they entered, into a dark room with windows that had been boarded up...

The girl was no longer on the owl's back, but watching the scene from a short distance in the corner of the room, and watched as the owl fluttered across the room, into a chair with it's back to the girl, watching the two shapes that were continuously stirring on the floor.

One of the shapes was a large, scaly snake, towering over a man that was kneeling on the ground. The man was short, balding, his beady eyes watery and his pointed nose sniffling. He was wheezing and sobbing and clutching tightly onto the rug as though it was for dear life.

"You are in luck, Wormtail." A cold voice drawled from the depths of the chair of which the owl had landed upon. "You are very fortunate, indeed. Your blunder has not ruined everything. He is dead."

"My Lord!" The man on the floor gasped, continuing to sob. "My Lord... I am... I am so pleased... and so sorry-"

"Nagini, you are out of luck." Said the cold voice, a smirk in it's tone. "I will not be feeding Wormtail to you, after all. But, never mind, never mind. There is still Harry Potter, and there is still Lila Knight..."

The snake hissed, and the girl watched it's tongue flutter silently.

"Now, Wormtail." Started the cold voice. "Perhaps one more little reminder why I will not tolerate another blunder from you..."

"My Lord... p-please, I-I b-beg you..." Wormtail pleaded, shaking his head and kneeling in front of where the cold voice originated. 

Then a tip of a wand was pointed down at Wormtail from around the black chair, becoming higher and higher, until the cold voice shouted out-