𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC)

[003] CHAPTER 19 - not strong enough

"always an angel, never a god."

Makayla

I notice Harry run off, so I follow him. Mainly because of the dementors flying over us. I don't know where he is going, but I know that he hasn't perfected his patronus charm at all. Neither have I, but he could use the help.

I nearly reach Harry before I am launched somewhere to my right. I'm pinned to the dirt by a werewolf that I recognize.

Remus.

"REMUS!" I scream in fear, trying to dodge his lazer sharp teeth from biting my head off.

His claws dig deeper and deeper into my skin until there's another howl, causing him to turn in that direction.

I sit up, out of breath, feeling blood leak from my arms. The pain quickly numbs due to the severity of it. Tears well up in my eyes, but there is no feeling to make me cry. I'm about to cry for no reason.

I hear shouting in the distance, which distracts me from the wonders of if I even wanted to survive Remus or not. Maybe that's why I feel numb emotionally.

I get up as quickly as I can, running in the direction that I saw Harry go. I start to slow down when I'm nearly blinded by—what looks like—a patronus charm. A perfected one.

That's just as I notice a dementor right in front of me. It starts to drain the life and happiness out of me as slow—but also as fast—as it can. That's up until the patronus charm reaches us and launches the dementor away. Meanwhile, everything goes black.

I wake up in an unfamiliar area. It's warm and bright. When I open my eyes, I see the shore of a beach. There's a blonde child sitting on a pink towel. I'm laying on a similar towel in the sun a bit away from the child.

I stand up and walk to the child, noticing its a girl. That's when I blurt out, "Nora?"

The girl looks at me. She is not Nora... She's me. A younger me. She's at least four years old and looks like she's still pure.

She continues to stare at me blankly until I feel a hand on my shoulder. That's when I realize what I'm wearing.

A pink bikini. I better be hot in this or I am going to strangle someone.

I turn around to see the person holding my shoulder. It is... Cedric?

"Cedric?" I say, confused. "What are you doing here?"

He's silent.

"Makayla," I hear my mother say behind me. I turn around and feel tears grow, then run to her and wrap my arms around her like I thought she were dead. Her arms stay by her sides but I don't care. I haven't seen my mother in nine months and two weeks.

I have to say, though, the beach is completely silent is kind of weird. The waves aren't even making noise.

"You were right," Louis' voice says to my left. I turn to him.

"What?"

"You didn't want to survive my father," he says, his face numb. That's when I realize everyone's face is numb. Now I'm realizing that I'm in a dream. "But you survived."

"Yeah, I got that part."

"You should have died," everyone says in unison. What the— "We wish you died."

Then I blink and I'm in a room that I know well. My father's office.

"Are you aware that you are no longer special?" Father asks.

"Yes, Father," I say, unable to control my words. I want to argue, but I am trapped.

"Killing a whole army of deatheaters at one years old is impressive for a girl, but your brother was born upon a prophecy. He is always going to be better than you at everything. In fact, everyone will be favored over you; everyone will be better than you. That's your curse."

"I understand, Father." Upon hearing his words, I start to realize that what he says is true. I'm always second best.

"Now go along, play with Draco before you have another bruise from not doing what you're told."

I nod and start out the door. My eyes meet my younger self in a mirror as I exit the office, my arms covered in bruises. Then I wake up.