𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 dakota dursley is exiled from her family when she receives an acceptance letter from hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
➳ hermione granger x female oc
➳ sorcerer's stone ~ deathly hallows
➳ di...
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CHAPTER NINETY-THREE the final showdown
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𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 as the sun rose over the horizon. Those that had survived last night's battle walked out of the castle, beaten, bloody, and bruised.
The courtyard had been completely destroyed, the castle looking like nothing more than ruins. Rubble surrounded the once beautiful place, the gloomy gray of the early morning sky reflecting the somber mood.
"Harry Potter. . .is dead!" Voldemort yelled out triumphantly.
"No!" Ginny cried, rushing forward. Hadley quickly grabbed her arm.
"Silence!" Voldemort shouted. "Stupid girl. Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth. . .you'll put your faith in me." He turned to his followers. "Harry Potter is dead!" he exclaimed in triumph, laughing. "And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us. . .or die."
"Draco!" Lucius hissed.
"Draco, Lyra," Narcissa called gently, looking at where the two teenagers were standing together with the Legacies. "Come."
Lyra dropped Aliyah's hand. Fighting back tears, she followed Draco over to the Death Eaters.
"Ah, well done, children." Voldemort wrapped his arms around Draco in an awkward hug. Lyra's brows furrowed, but she quickly made her way over to Narcissa before the Dark Lord could attempt to hug her.
Neville limped forward, the Sorting Hat in one hand and his wand in the other. Murmurs traveled between the students.
"Well, I must say I'd hoped for better," Voldemort said, and the Death Eaters laughed. "And who might you be, young man?"
"Neville Longbottom."
More laughter.
"Well, Neville, I'm sure we can find a place for you in our ranks."
"I'd like to say something," Neville snapped, glaring at him.
Voldemort hesitated a moment, clearly taken aback. "Well, Neville, I'm sure we'd all be fascinated to hear what you have to say."
"It doesn't matter that Harry's gone," Neville began, making Dakota frown. It didn't matter? She had just lost her cousin; her built-in best friend. He was more of a brother to her than Dudley ever was. She would have lost her mind in that family if it hadn't been for him keeping her sane.
"Stand down, Neville," Aliyah warned.
"People die every day!" Neville stated. "Friends. . .Family. . ." He glanced down, memories of Ophelia flooding back to him. He blinked back tears and looked up. She would want him to stay strong. "Yeah. We lost Harry tonight. But he's still with us. In here." He placed a hand on his heart. "So is Fred. And Remus. Lia. All of them. They didn't die in vain." He looked back to Voldemort, who had begun to laugh. "But you will. Because you're wrong! Harry's heart did beat for us. For all of us! This is not over!"
