the gifted || marauders era

bonus chapter

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BEFORE THE BEGINNING OF THE END, there was hope. One could only have hope, even when there was no chance to survive. But Lilith Carrington had hope. She had hope that this war would soon end, that she would be able to finally live as a teenager should.
That she could finally find peace.
But just as another explosion echoed through her ears, she knew it was all that was. Just hope.

In the midst of chaos and destruction, a lone figure emerges from the shadows of the war-torn streets. Hidden away by the dark cloak and a black mask covering her face, her eyes darted towards her surroundings.

Her eyes trailed over the fire engulfing the buildings around her, the walls tumbling down all over her city, the rubble landing all over the streets, dead bodies scattered everywhere. She could see the fresh drip of blood as the most recent explosion took out the remaining survivors from her old school.

But she didn't cry, no. She couldn't. Not when another explosion echoed in the distance, the sound of screams of terrors and gunfire ringing out. She couldn't dwell on the dead anymore— she had to run.

She navigated the rubble-strewn alleys with deft precision. Swiftly moving, her steps calculated and silent, eyes darting everywhere for any signs of oncoming danger. The stench of blood and smoke hung heavy in the air, but it did not deter her; it only fueled her determination.

Eight years.

It had been eight years since the war started, six since the death of the 'Great and Mighty' Albus Dumbledore, and four since the Battle of Hogwarts— since the death of the boy-who-lived. Everyone she ever knew and loved were all dead.

She was the last one standing.

The numbers of witches and wizards, purebloods, half-bloods, and muggle-borns alike— it was all rapidly increasing.

Of course, when the 'Death Eaters' joined The Dark Lord, they had no idea that he would one day break the Statue of Secrecy. Even if they were all for the cleansing of the Wizarding World, the statue was necessary.

But they didn't really regret it until it was too late.

A year after the death of Harry Potter, The Dark Lord decided that it was time to reign his power over the muggle-world. His greed for immortality had long turned into a greed for power. But even then, the Wizarding Community was only a millionth, compared to the muggles all over the world.

Living in the darkness for so long, the remaining 'purebloods' had no idea what muggles were really capable of. But they found out. And they were now dead. She was now not only hunted by the Dark Lord, she was hunted by the whole of the muggle world as well.

Simply because of the gift she was born with.

Lilith Carrington, now a twenty-one year old and the last person standing from the 'Light' family, was one of the best-friends of Harry Potter. She had been through it all with him since the first time they met in the Hogwarts Express. Through thick and thin, sadness and happiness, she was by his side.

With that, came the target behind her back.

After the death of Harry, her two other best friends soon followed after. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger fought through death together, and they embraced it together.

She was left behind.

Soon after the Battle, she went into hiding along with the remaining survivors. The numbers of survivors dropped every single day. Soon enough, she had lost almost everyone. But then she still had hope.

Hope that one day, when it all ends— she could be reunited with her love.

Oh, how wrong she was.

Through her younger years, she had been involved with none other than Theodore Nott. The one person she hoped to come home to.

He took on the Dark Mark to protect her. Feeding her and the trio information after information, to help them win the war. But of course, they lost either way. After the Battle, the revelation came into light when the Death Eaters found out he was the traitor. The one who had been helping the Light side.

The target was placed on his back.

Two years after the Battle, the couple was the number one undesirable amongst the Wizarding World.

They were hiding. Along with them were four first-years and nine third-years, then there were three other children by the age of five, seven, and nine. The two tried their best to protect them, but alas, war is one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

And when the world is ending, deaths are nothing but the outcome of it.

And so came the death of her beloved, to protect her and the children— he sacrificed himself.

But she lost the children anyway, four months after his death. Soon after, losing people didn't matter to her anymore, not when she had nothing or anyone else to lose. She was tired. So tired of everything.

With the death of Theodore Nott, came the death of her hope.

Four years went by, and the number one undesirable was now the last one standing. And she hated it. She wished that death would just come and take her away, bring her back to her loved ones. But alas, Fate would always conquer above Death.

They had other plans for her.

So she hid.

She hid and hid, trying her best to just survive. Even when she wanted to die, she couldn't. Not that way. She'd die fighting. Fighting for the friends she lost. The family she lost. The love she lost.

If she was going down, she was going to take him down with her.

After all, he was the reason the world is ending.

She was no longer a victim. She was a survivor. Armed with nothing but her dagger and her gift, she left a trail of bodies in her wake. Each kill serves as a reminder of the darkness that now resides within her, a darkness born out of necessity in a world where survival is the only currency that matters.

With her merciless efficiency in dispatching her foes, gone was her morals. In times of war, there was no room for mercy. She knew that to hesitate was to invite death, and so she embraces the role as being both the hunted and the hunter.

As she continued her relentless pursuit of escape, she reflected on the life she once knew— a life of innocence and simplicity, now a distant memory. But there is no turning back, no going home. Not when she had no home to turn to. The only path forward was bloodshed, through the shadows of war where only the strongest survive.

And so she roamed the streets, a solitary figure in a world consumed by chaos. Her mission was clear, her resolve unwavering. She was a witch on the run, a survivor in the land of death and despair. And in the midst of the madness, she stood as a testament to the unforgiving nature of war— a haunting reminder of the price paid for survival.

When she finally found a place hidden away from the death of destruction, she unmasked herself and took a breath of relief. She found comfort within the darkness of the abandoned pub— ready to raid the whole place for any necessity she needed— which included alcohol and food.

But that comfort soon disappeared when she heard a creak of the floorboard echoing throughout the room. Her stance grew rigid as her eyes scanned her surroundings for any sign of life.

Within a split second, a bright blue light shot towards her as a green one flew out of her hand. The figure ducked down behind the bar where he was hiding, and she took no time to shoot spells after spells after him, before she finally jumped over the counter, hand moving in a speed of light as a gleam of light pressed towards the intruder.

"Who are you?" she demanded, "Who else is here?"

"I'm a wizard!" The intruder hissed out lowly, "I'm one of you!"

Lilith narrowed her eyes dangerously in suspicion, using her free hand to conjure up a glow of light— aiming towards the intruder. Her brows furrowed when his face came into view. "Lestrange?"