"Don't leave, I told you I wouldn't. So why are you?" Hermione's voice croaked, a mixture of desperation and sorrow in her tone.
"I can't, you know I can't," Y/N murmured, her brows furrowing with a heavy burden of guilt. She felt the weight of her...
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Y/N sat in front of the tent, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface. The constant crackling of Ron's radio was grating on her nerves, and it seemed to have the same effect on Harry. They both shared an unspoken annoyance, listening to the radio for any updates, but it only seemed to amplify their anxiety.
The world around her filled with the rustling of leaves, the faint laughter of Aurora and Seraphina reading a book, Ron's radio, and the haunting clinking of the locket she played with. The voice of Voldemort whispered in her mind, accusing her of being a murderer, sending shivers down her spine.
Suddenly, her senses were overwhelmed by a vision, but this one was different. Instead of Voldemort, she found herself witnessing memories that weren't her own. It wasn't a memory at all but a glimpse into the lives of two individuals – the Telekinesis User and the Water User from the "Blessed Children." she saw at the wedding.
Y/N's brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of this unexpected vision. The two people in the vision appeared to be in a forest, and her vision strained as she attempted to discern the details of their situation. Just as she started to grasp what was happening, the vision abruptly vanished, leaving her breathless and unsettled.
Hermione approached Y/N with concern in her voice, asking, "Is it another vision? You can't keep letting him in your head, Y/N."
Y/N replied, "Not a vision. The two we saw at the party, I think I can see glimpses of what they do. I made a pact with the Electro users, and that Telekinesis guy murdered them and consumed their Blessing, so they probably subconsciously connected with the pact as well."
Hermione inquired further, "You can see where they are? They're Death Eaters, right?"
Y/N nodded, wiping the sweat from her forehead, her unease growing. "Yeah."
Hermione observed the change in Y/N's eyes. Just a few hours ago, they had been filled with love and warmth, but now they appeared burdened with stress and avoidance. It was evident that something was deeply troubling Y/N.
Whispering softly, Hermione reached out and gently intertwined their hands. "Tell me," she urged, her voice filled with concern. Y/N responded with a confused glance and a touch of attitude.
"I'm not thinking about anything," Y/N dismissed with a scoff and a bit of attitude.
"What's with the attitude?" Hermione retaliated with furrowed eyebrows.
Y/N clenched her jaw and looked away. She jumped a bit when she heard Ron's radio static crackle, her patience wearing thin. She was on the verge of storming into the tent to give Ron a piece of her mind about his annoying radio.
Hermione squeezed Y/N's hand. "Don't," she implored. "It comforts him."
"It sets my teeth on edge," Y/N retorted, finally breaking the silence between her and Hermione. She couldn't contain her irritation any longer. "Harry's as well, we're both sick of it. What's he expecting to hear, good news?" She spoke with an annoyed glance towards the radio, as if it were the source of all their problems.
