❝How about we keep that back-up murder thing as a plan B, yeah?❞
In which the girl who just wanted a fun adventure regrets all of her life decisions.
BOOK ONE!
started: 28th july, 2020
finished: 26th december, 2022
[Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fi...
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GRIEF WAS AN unpredictable storm. It proved impossible to tell how anyone would react, which direction it would catch and blow them in. It could rage as a battering hail or flow as a gentle yet delicate breeze. The very nature of its impact might be rejected or welcomed with open arms.
Harry was plunged right into the eye of the tornado. Viola nearly saw it happen as soon as she looked away from the veil. She was sent spinning by a cloud of confusion, sure that this wasn't real. Sirius wasn't dead. He couldn't be.
She hadn't known him for very long — had thought he was a murderer until only a year ago — but that thought provided her with even more of an ache. The rest of the world thought what she had, did not know the true man and his story. Weren't aware of the unfairness he had to endure every day. And now they never would.
She knew what Harry was going to do before he made a singular movement. Watched it play out in her mind's eye before the real ones could take it all in.
As soon as Lupin's arms around him loosened, he was already running after Bellatrix, leaving Lupin's words behind like they wouldn't be true if he escaped far enough. Voices shouted out, but he was already set on going after the witch. Lupin looked like he was going to follow, though stopped when Dumbledore hurried off after him.
Viola didn't know how far she was expecting to go, but didn't even make it a full step before collapsing entirely against Tonks. She wanted to keep going, despite the fact that Dumbledore had already gone after Harry. It was obvious he would be able to do more for him than she could, even in a fit state, but she couldn't stop herself from trying.
"Woah, okay, let's get you sitting, Viola," said Tonks, readjusting her grip on her. Some of her bright pink hair tickled Viola's cheek as she moved. "You don't look too good."
She wanted to protest, but her head was spinning so rapidly she was sure her brain was attached to a Portkey. It was becoming increasingly difficult to discern who was who and which direction was which. At least if there was one blessing in all of this, it was that her thoughts were too much of a whirlwind that she couldn't focus on any single one for long enough to feel its impact.
Tonks — near carrying her by now — led her to one of the bottom tiers in the room, far enough away from the rounded up Death Eaters on the dais. Moody was dealing with them, shouting something that couldn't quite reach her ears.
"Okay, you sit down here." Tonks gently helped her down to the stone, apologising when she accidentally scraped her arm, but Viola couldn't even feel it. The adrenaline was quickly wearing off and the pain in the rest of her body was rushing in to take its place. It started back in her head, then slowly dripped down until it was like her whole body was bursting into flames.
