❛ASTERIA EDWARDS was your average, typical eleven-year-old child stuck in a pandemic with her mother Isabella Diggory until she found out where she truly came from.. and where she truly belonged...❜
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harry potte...
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Asteria couldn't remember for how long she was stuck. All she knew was darkness and the sound of her own heart beating in her ears, and countless questions brewing in her head..
What was this bad feeling? Why had Severus trapped her? Where on earth was she?
The world around her was falling apart a few moments ago.. Why had it fallen so silent all of a sudden?
Her vision blurred with light. Soon she fell forward, but someone caught her.
"Breathe.. breathe, sweetheart."
She looked up, eyes wide. "Uncle Amos?"
"You're fine. You're.. okay." He carefully examined her face. "Hurt anywhere?"
Ria tried to locate any dull ache on her body, then shook her head. "Wait.. what are you doing here? Where are we? How did you find me?"
"Still at Hogwarts. I found you with that map Ron has." At his answer, she looked around. She was in the Dungeon. Behind her was a broom closet she was probably shoved into after being petrified.
Severus..
"Where is Severus—"
"I'm glad you're safe.. They were looking for you." He cut her off. "I wanted to make sure you were still here—"
"Uncle Amos, where is Severus?" She asked again, and saw his jaw clench. He turned, refusing to meet her eyes.
"What happened?" She tried to hear any sort of commotion. All she was met with was silence. "And— And there were Death-Eaters.. the Dark Mark—"
"They might still be.. just not in the castle anymore." He gulped. "He's not on our side.. never was."
Ria blinked with confusion. She chuckled rhetorically. "What— What are you talking about—?"
Amos softly grabbed her wrist and they began walking. "He killed one of the Aurors stationed outside.. attacked multiple members of the Order."
Ria couldn't see his face, but she could tell there was more to his words. Something more tragic and morbid that he was hiding.
They escaped the confines of the castle; under the open sky, Ria could still see the sky bright with a muddy green light. Right under it, there was a crowd gathered. From a gap, she saw a huddled mass lying on the ground. She hurried towards it, and Amos didn't bother to stop her.
It felt as if she'd stopped breathing for a moment— the moon-coloured robes, the grand white beard surrounding his wrinkled skin. It was Dumbledore.
There was that question brewing in her mind— she wanted to ask someone, but the sobs and the cries around her gave it away.
He was gone. The greatest sorcerer— Albus Dumbledore, had met his end.
Her vision blurred with tears. No— she wasn't mourning him. She could never mourn him. All she felt was anger.
