[Book 3]
❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. ❞
Voldemort is back, only the Ministry just wouldn't see it. Instead, they send the Pink Plague to Hogwarts and accuse Serena's father, the acquitte...
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• Serena Black •
"The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death."
Serena had to squint her eyes as she stepped out of the door and blinked into the light, which was actually dim but seemed brighter than before after the complete darkness. A soft plop told her that the Slytherin behind her was gone. But now she had to concentrate on her friends, who were in imminent danger, and less on the supposed fate of her other friend. Even if she was no longer sure whether she should even count him as one of them.
Heavy footsteps seemed to be making their way in her direction. Footsteps that certainly didn't seem to come from one of her classmates, because as Serena knew, none of them were wearing high heels. Panic-stricken, she tried to move through the corridors as quietly as possible, but she didn't succeed as silently as she had hoped. Fortunately, it wasn't Bellatrix Lestrange, whose ominous footsteps had already faded away, that she finally found, but someone else.
"Serena!" With a worried face, Hailey ran towards her from the end of the corridor. Her lip was chapped and she had Astoria and Nate in tow, a dark violet blooming around his brown eyes. But Serena was glad that nothing worse had happened to her friends. At least not yet.
"Where are the others?" she asked, throwing her arms around all three of their necks at once when they finally reached her. "We lost them," Astoria replied, looking around with a troubled expression in her green eyes. It had become oppressively quiet in the huge hall. So quiet that they could hear each other's rapid breathing.
"Have you hexed that damn traitor to the moon yet?" Nate gritted his teeth and turned to Serena, who couldn't look him in the eye. Perhaps she should have done just that instead of letting him butter her up again. For she could not deny that his words were still echoing in the back of her mind, demanding attention.
"He probably had no other choice," Tori interjected hesitantly.
"You always have a choice," Hailey remarked dryly and was about to add something else, but her best friend quickly interrupted her. "Can we please find the others?" Serena asked, as she wanted to forget what she had experienced as quickly as possible, but she thought she could still feel the pain in her limbs.
They found their way back through the many dark corridors relatively quickly and yet the time seemed to stretch on indefinitely. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that they were in trouble or that they could die at any time. The one probably blurred with the other, Serena thought as she hurriedly put one foot in front of the other.
Once they arrived in the dark hall, they finally met the others, who looked even more battered than Serena felt. A total of twelve doors could now mean freedom for them, but none of those present seemed particularly comfortable opening even one of them.
