DISCONTINUED!!
"𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭."
This is the second installment of my Theodore Nott fanfic. You don't have to read Love and War, ther...
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The following two weeks of winter break were highly enjoyable for Lizzie. She hung out with her boyfriend.
They stayed up and talked for hours. They snuck out to Hogsmeade together. They hung out with their friends and Lizzie got to know her brother more.
It felt like all was right in the world. She felt at peace… at least for a while. The break soon ended and they all went back to their schedules.
Hermione and Lizzie hadn’t talked yet and Lizzie was trying her hardest to get along with Harry and Ron when they kept pushing her to talk to Hermione.
Though that wasn’t their only problem… A huge break out at the utmost secure facility had taken place two nights after the winter break was over.
Lizzie felt like her whole body went rigid when they told her that half the people there had escaped.
Including her aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange. She felt fear take over her whole body when she heard the news.
She knew the reputation of Bellatrix. The crazy, insane girl who used the cruciatus curse too many times.
Lizzie also knew that Bellatrix had tortured Neville’s parents. He had only told her the night they found each other crying.
Neville was having a bad day and Lizzie was having an even worse day. They opened up about their parents and that’s how she found out.
Lizzie hated her evil family. Her father ran off when she was born and died.
Her mother was killed by Voldemort and the worst thing was that she never got to meet them.
She loved the Weasley’s but she wished that she knew more about her own family.
She wished she knew more about her parents. She wished she knew more about herself and what is wrong with her and why she changed so quickly and became this monster.
“Lizzie!” Neville yelled, waving his hand in the girl's face.
She looked up at him with her eyebrows raised. He had this concerned look on his face. He was concerned about the way she was just staring off into space.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her. She was one of his best friends and he hated seeing her like this.
“Nothing… I’m just worrying,” she told him with a soft smile. He nodded along.
“I get it, but you’re going to do fine,” He said, thinking she was talking about the test they have in potions. She let out a small smile and nodded.
