the hallows - f. weasley

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"Filthy, dirty-blooded bitch!"

Echoing screams. Violent, red flashes.

The room was spinning as everything was on fire.

"I should have ended the rest of your family the night I killed your mother! This would be so much simpler!"

Someone begging for mercy–their voice strained and in agony.

She was staring up at a chandelier in a peculiarly familiar shape–it looked a little bit like a star.

More screaming–the noise was bone-grating.

Her hand was twitching uncontrollably at her side as she craned her neck to see figures that belonged to faceless people.

"But no matter! You'll be joining Mummy soon enough! Avada ked—"

The ground vanished–her stomach flipping as she fell through empty air until she crashed into something.

It didn't hurt as she realised she was floating in a dark lake.

It was freezing, though.

But for some reason, she had to swim deeper than she already was. She didn't know why. All she knew was that she just had to–that everyone's lives depended on it.

So she did. She swam deeper and deeper–the cold and dark closing around her as she pulled herself through the waters.

But she didn't get that far as something yanked harshly around her neck–pulling her all the way to the top of the lake. Well, what would have been the lake if there hadn't been a thick sheet of ice waiting for her. Her head cracked against it as air rushed from her lungs in shock.

She had been here before. Even as she slammed her fists against the ice, screaming under the water for help–she knew what was coming next. A hand shot through the ice and yanked her into the air–only for her oxygen to once more shut off by a hand around her throat.

She stared into the face of Voldemort–a scowl etching itself into her features as she gasped, "You're not really here..."

And just like that—

Nearly seventeen-year-old Gemma Adeline Lupin shot up in bed, a scream erupting from her lips–sweat coating her entire body.

The cup on her bedside table exploded from the sudden burst of heavy emotions mixed with untamed magic.

Her chest heaved as she tried to calm down–swallowing as much air as she could as her bedroom door popped open, and Tonks popped her head in, "Gemothy?"

Gemma looked up at her wearily.

The pink-haired witch frowned slightly, her hair turning a grey, stormy colour in worry–but her eyes glimmered in understanding, "Nightmares?"

The teenager nodded quietly.

Tonks moved off the doorframe and offered her hand to her, "Come along, let's go get a snack."

Gemma shrugged on her boyfriend's jumper before taking the witch's hand and letting her guide her down the spiral staircase–crossing the living room and entering the kitchen.

The house was actually Gemma's mum's–Violet Hilton–childhood home. However, in Gemma's fifth year, her dad and some Order members managed to relocate the house to a remote location. The property had many protective charms around it, and the Floo System had only two destinations–but it was home, and Gemma couldn't ask for a better home.