[𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖆]
(Aj) Unrelenting and deadly;
involving loss of divine grace
or spiritual death.
❝This is the story of becoming a hero the hard way.❞
The Prisoner Of Azkaban - The Deathly Hallows
Started - 30 December 2020
Finished - ??
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"I have a deal for you"
"𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘?" 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐄 called to the group of six, as they ran up to her and Harry.
"Banshee powers. It wasn't pretty." Ginny replied as they met up to the pair.
"Cass has one hell of a scream." Ron laughed, as he handed Hermione and Harry their wands back.
"You did it Cass!?" Hermione praised her.
"It was nothing really." Cass spoke.
"It was brilliant!" Neville joined in, "So how we getting to London?"
"Look, it's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done, all of you, but..." Harry started to walk away from the group, "I've got you into enough trouble as it is."
"Dumbledore's army was supposed to be about doing something real. Or was all that just words to you?" Cassiopeia said, causing Harry to stop and think.
"Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate." Ron joined in.
"So, how are we going to get to London?"
"We fly, of course." Luna smiled.
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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐒, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 always found something about them weirdly comforting, maybe it was the fact she was one of the only ones who could see them, the fact she related to them in a strange way, or maybe it was solely the fact that they were her patronus.
However, no matter how much she like the thestrals, one thing she didn't enjoy was flying on them.
The group of six were all in the sky, on the backs of the thestrals, as they made their way to London. Harry, Luna and, Cassiopeia flew in front, with the others, who couldn't see what they were flying on, nervously behind them.
It took a while but finally the group made it to London, the sky dark and thundering.
The entire journey from the castle, to the thestrals, to London and finally to their destination, felt like a muddled haze to Cassiopeia, who only had one thought on her mind, Sirius.
