False Gods, Harry Potter. [ HIATUS ]

lxvi-the duel

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SHE DID NOT BELIEVE IT; SHE WOULD NOT BELIEVE IT; STILL SHE FOUGHT HER DAD WITH EVERY BIT OF STRENGTH SHE HAD. Sirius now understood; people hid behind that curtain; Alena had heard them whispering the first time she encountered the dais in her vision that day. Lenna was hiding, simply lurking out of sight—

"Lenna!" she bellowed. "LENNA!"

"She can't come back, Alena," said Sirius, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Alena. "She can't come back because she's d—"

"No, no! She's not dead—!" yelled Alena. "Lenna, please!"

There was little movement going on since everyone was still trying to recuperate themselves from the blast. Some Death Eaters were able to get up and start firing more spells. To Alena it was meaningless noise, everything was muffled, the deflected curses flying past them did not matter, nothing mattered expect that Sirius should stop pretending that Lenna—who was standing feet away from them behind that old curtain—was not going to emerge at any moment, shaking back his dark, messy hair, not that eager to re-enter the battle, but eager to help his wife and friends.

Sirius dragged Alena away from the dais. Alena , still staring at the archway, was angry at Lenna from being heroic and jumping in—

But some part of her realised, even as she fought to break free from Sirius, that Lenna had never been one to be "heroic" before... Lenna had risked everything, always, to help her... if Lenna was not reappearing out of that archway when Alena was yelling for her as though her life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that she could not come back ... that she really was—