That moment.
When all seems lost.
When the commander was hit in the chest and watches in horror as the blood gushes on his trembling hands.
Yet he gets up again, amidst the clatter of armour, overwhelmed by the heat.
Revenge is for the weak.
resilience is for the virtuous.
fatum floris
'And so the time has come' he thought.
They had been overwhelmed by too many things,
too many things bigger than them.
War, death.
They had been betrayed, betrayed by life itself.
Like a rose that, over time, yields its petals to the cold winter.
The first betrayed by family and by the world.
The second, mocked by love and friendship.
The third, repaid with pain and death for his candid soul.
And the fourth, helpless, torn to shreds.
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One day. A bloody day.
She wondered ifs he had studied enough.
She wondered if she was ready.
At that point, there was no more room for doubt.
They gathered in Hermione's room, although Hermione would have preferred to do so in the Common Room since it was empty and to convince others with any semblance of health that she might be able to go with Kaytlyn.
Impossible.
She had to make an enormous effort just to sit up in bed.
-Well, we're all here- announced the predestined maiden as soon as Ron closed the door gently.
She clasped their hands, with complete reasoning.
- I don't know when we can meet again, I don't know if I'll come back here alive -
Harry started to breathe but a tearful Hermione made him stop, placing her thin finger on his leg.
- But I assure you that ... that bastard won't get away with it - she concluded.
Too many words, too many words that didn't need to be voiced out floated between them.
- Did you take everything? -
asked Ron with a note of concern.
- Yes. Thank you. -
For the first time in a long time, she let her lips curl slightly, simulating a kind of grimace of approval.
Slowly she approached Hermione, with uncertainty and self-control, kissing her on the head.
She let her friends hug her.
For one last time.
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Snape repositioned the tent.
- Tomorrow? -
- Yes-
Knock Knock.
- After you -
A thud.
Heels only.
Severus motioned to Albus, walking away.
- My dear, take a seat-
- Before leaving there is only one thing left to do -
Dumbledore stood up, his usual lilting step up and down the office.
- Yours will be the story of a soldier who fought in the first Wizarding War in Eastern Europe-
The girl was in a kind of temporary trance for a long time, trying to take on all the information Dumbledore gave her.
- This will explain the presence of all those scars on the face and body, but also the great knowledge of potions, spells and skills -
- Your parents weren't born yet at the time, so the ministry records show that you are the descendant of your grandparents, who unfortunately died -
Graves was a surname of a certain thickness in that era, your grandfather had been an excellent Auror, he had worked for a long time in France and Italy during the war against Grindelwald.
Exactly in 1942, he was abroad with his wife.
They would have had free rein.
He took her hand.
-Not always being evasive can save your skin, not if the snake's interest is aroused.
Care must be taken, for he bites.-
She was aware of not having to express her abilities too much,
both sides of the coin were insidious.
And she knew it well.
- Now go, try to rest -
Arrived there, on the way out of the door she had to stop.
That thought, which kept haunting her.
She turned to him.
- Professor -
His face resurfaced, having already started leafing through a volume.
- My patronus is a cobra -
He remembered hearing those words before,
but in a different key.
She didn't even let him breathe.
- Professor, I don't think it's a good sign-
she said clenching her fists and bouncing with her feet.
- I think I'm becoming something -
He stood up holding on to the desk.
- Do you know what is the difference between you and Tom Riddle?-
Silence.
- He has never been able to summon a Patronus in his entire life, although he is one of the most powerful dark wizards of all time. -
He pointed his finger at the girl.
- You did. And that's exactly what matters-
The cobra.
Wisdom, coolness, shrewdness.
Everything she needed.
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