Chapter 68 - Harry Potter.

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The trip on fetching the diadem and destroying it had happened in a mattered of seconds, every thing had seemed to pass by in a blur.

The last thing I remembered before my vision began cutting out was the face of the dark lord, I then fell into a deep state of unconsciousness. In my mind I could see the other's, the order, waiting for my return but I felt too weak to continue.

Encouraging words came from each of them and I raised off of where I was, which just so happened to be Hagrids arms.

Another fight took place and I smiled weakly with satisfaction was Voldemort finally fell to the floor. I collapsed myself not too long afterwards, from sheer exhaustion only waking up to the conversation of hushed words.

" He'll be fine Vess. " Ron's distinctive voice cut though, by the tone of it he was annoyed.

I opened my eyes briefly, noticing the room I was in was particularly bland. I curled my fists and felt the white bed-sheets I had known to despise during my years at Hogwarts, I was in the nurses office.

" See! " Ron yelled again and I couldn't help but smile as his ginger hair came into view, I looked around the group, rubbing my forehead as a tinge of pain seared through it.

I noticed a couple of people missing from the group.

" Where's Selina and Fred? " I asked immediately after recognising the missing members, Vess shook her head with a weak smile that I hesitantly returned.

" Haven't found them yet. I'm sure they had the minds to escape though. " She comforted me, I nodded in agreement. They were smart people.

She laced her fingers through my own as my vision cleared up fully, brown hair had started to fleck at her roots and she truely was beginning to resemble a much younger version of her mother.

I went to mention it, but was cut off by a loud cry.

I sat up, Vess shoved me back down gently, as Hermione ran along, very strangely accompanied by Draco to the source of the noise.

" That was my mother. " Ron said, quietly. He hurried off after her and Vesper and I shared panicked expressions.

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