The taste of ash lingered in my mouth and the scent of smoke clung to me as I ran. My breaths came in rasping gasps, my lungs begging me to slow down, to stop if only for a moment. But if I stopped, I would be burned to ash just like the life I ran from now.
The way down the mountain was steep, loose shards of rock slipping from under my feet. One slipped at just the wrong time, sending me careening headlong down the mountainside. Sharp bits of stone cut against my skin as I wrapped my arms over my head.
When I came to a stop, I lay there motionless, every inch of my body throbbing with pain and exhaustion. It felt as though the fight had fled my body, continuing down the mountain without me.
Lying there, the cold began to seep into my bones, the rocks cutting into my skin. As much as I wanted to move, my body wouldn't respond. It was as if there was a disconnect between the two.
This is it, I thought, This is how I die.
Closing my eyes, I made peace with the fact that I would not see the sun rise.
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The Potion Master's Assistant | A Snape x Reader Story
RomanceWhen you are hired to become the assistant to the potion's professor at Hogwarts, something more potent than any potion begins brewing. From the creator of Secrets of a Broken Heart and Wings and Wands. I do not own Harry Potter or any of its wonder...
