"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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In the heart of the Blessed Child, hidden deep within,
Lies the Stone of Telekinesis and Electricity, where power begins.
With words of old and magic untamed,
I call forth the stone, let it be claimed.
The arcane symbols glowed familiarly around them, casting a circle of light. Y/N wrinkled her nose as a slit sliced open in Xex's skin, a blinding light bursting forth, and blood spilled forth, staining his shirt.
Despite Xex's efforts to push her away, Y/N had him firmly pinned to the ground, fiery chains ensnaring him and searing his flesh.
A scream tore from Xex's lips as Y/N delved for his heart. Her hand hesitated at the strange, slimy sensation inside, but she persisted, seizing the stone tightly in her palm.
"Shut the fuck up," Y/N growled, silencing his screams with her palm as she strained to hear Hermione's.
Y/N tore the stone—or perhaps his heart—apart, watching the light fade from Xex's eyes. She sighed heavily, standing amidst the bloodstained floor.
"Any final words?" Y/N inquired, summoning a sharp blade into her hands.
"You...," Xex spluttered, blood pooling around him. His face contorted before a smirk twisted his lips. "Want to know how to kill Voldemort?"
Y/N's interest piqued, she motioned for him to continue. "Tell me."
"Give up your soul," Xex revealed, his eyes closing. "Your souls—they're connected—bounded."
"Why share this now?" Y/N demanded, pressing the blade against his pulse.
"Who cares? I never liked that bastard—just did it for the coin," Xex chuckled, his laughter fading abruptly as Y/N drove the sword into his mouth.
"You disgust me," Y/N snarled, forcing the sword deeper in his mouth and making him gag on it. "You wasted your Blessing and the Blessing of two beautiful people for money?"
"Oh, boo-hoo," Xex taunted with a daunting smirk. "You'd never understand it. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth."
"Any other farewells?" Y/N's voice cut through the silence, icy and unforgiving.
"You are a monster from hell," Xex growled. "A wolf in sheep's clothing."
Y/N's jaw clenched and she drove the sword right down his skull with no mercy. Her sword pierced through his brain and the unsheathed tip poked out of his scalp, dripping with the blood of his brain.
With a final shudder, Xex's body went limp, his breaths ceasing. Y/N withdrew the bloody sword, wiping it clean on the torn fabric of his robe. The room fell into an eerie stillness, broken only by the sound of her own ragged breathing.
