The Prologue

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May 1st, 1998

Twelve hours before the Battle of Hogwarts.

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Her hands curled around the basin, her palms pressed against the cool stone and causing red marks to bloom on her skin.

Her eyes were closed, her head bent and hair hiding her face from her reflection. She was afraid of what she could see if she looked. Would she see herself staring back?

Her breathing as laboured. Tired. In pain. She was done. It was over. The time to fight was here. She was scared about what was to happen next. Would she make survive?

She knew they would. She was determined that they would make it out of this battle. Whether she did was another matter. The only question she really had was - would she make it out as herself or not?

She supposed she had better check. She couldn't stay in here indefinitely, not when she had things to do before the battle tomorrow. How she knew it would tomorrow be no one's business, she just knew things would be over tomorrow evening at the latest.

Heart thudding in her chest, she raised her head. Her eyes remained closed, and she felt her fingernails scrap against the stone in a desperate desire to not see the person staring back at her.

She felt sick. Afraid. On-edge.

What if the reflection was not her own? What if they had succeeded in doing what they had set out to do all those months ago?

Open your eyes. The voice in her head, the one she knew didn't belong to her, echoed.

She took a deep breath. Feelings of regret and fear rising rapidly in her throat.

The decisive moment had arrived.

She opened her eyes and faced the reflection staring back at her...

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