「 ✦ A.N - Underlined Words Are Death & Ara Speaking In Ara's Head/No One Else Can Hear. ✦ 」
⏃ = Adhara & 🕱 = Death
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The hall remained stunned as Adhara took her seat, all eyes trained on her. James and Lily remained frozen, their minds clearly struggling to catch up with the reality before them. The crowd shifted uneasily, torn between focusing on the next part of the story and the sudden, impossible presence of the very girl they'd been watching suffer through her early years.
⏃ Why did you do this? You just love to torture me don't you?
🕱 Do not worry, little soul. It is for the best. Besides, I am right here with you.
⏃ I'm gonna kill you after this is done.
🕱 Oh, little soul. You know I cannot die. But I look forward to it.
As the book flickered back to life, the shifting pages slowed and eventually stopped on the next chapter. The lights dimmed, and the screen lit up once more.
She could feel their eyes on her, but she simply forced her gaze to remain locked onto the screen. She was nowhere near ready to speak to them, let alone make eye contact.
James kept shifting from her and the screen. "Why isn't she looking at us? Do you think she's mad at me?"
"She's probably just nervous, and needs to adjust. She did seem pretty shocked to be here," His mother whispered to him, as she kept looking from one to the other.
🕱 You are torturing them by ignoring them.
⏃ Shut it!
She could hear his laugh in her head.
"Evans, looks like she's about to pass out," Sirius snorted quietly, glancing at Lily.
"Perhaps, we should just get through one chapter before approaching her." Fleamont whispered, quietly.
Adhara woke up early the next morning. Although she could tell it was daylight, she kept her eyes shut tight. 'It was a dream,' she told herself firmly. 'I dreamed a giant called Hagrid came to tell me I was going to a school for witches and wizards.
"Pessimistic much ..." Snorted Barty.
Adhara bit her bottom lip and shrunk in her seat a little. Merlin, this is embarrassing.
When I open my eyes I'll be at home in my cupboard.' There was suddenly a loud tapping noise. 'And there's Aunt Petunia knocking on the door,' Adhara thought, her heart sinking.
"Oh, it's so heartbreaking ... she can't even let herself be happy. Believing it was all a dream," Molly whispered to Arthur, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
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