He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

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"Well? Do it, you stupid mudblood!"

"We're dropping!" I say. "We have to jump." Harry says. "When?" Hermione pants. "..Now." Harry yells as we let go of the Dragon. We fall into the deep ocean.

I could feel myself dropping further down, I wave my hands to float back up but I continue drowning. 'Y/n,' my eyes snap open in fear as I look around. It was abnormally quiet. My hair flows magestically in the beautiful sea. I open my mouth slightly. Confusion takes over me as I realise I am able to breathe.

I am able to breathe. Underwater?

'Y/n.' I hear again. The familiar figure of Voldemort fades in as I swim away. "You have made your choice." He says, pointing his wand at me. I struggle, trying to look for mine. I manage to pull it out, glaring at him as I point it up. He narrows his eyes, almost as if he's examining my wand. "Merlin's core..? Intriguing." He grins wickedly before fading away.

I look around in haste. My gaze shifts up as I hear Harry yelling. I swallow, swimming up quickly.

I gasp for air, flipping my hair back as Hermione looks at me in amusement. "You were down there for almost five minutes." She mutters. I swallow, standing up. "How in the world did you do that?" Ron asks. I don't answer, walking towards Hermione and pulling her wand out of her pocket and giving it to her.

I take a step bad as the three stare at me in confusion. "Use the Killing Curse on me." I say, folding my arms. "What?" She scoffs, Harry glares at me. "What the fuck are you saying?" He asks harshly. "I could breathe underwater. I wasn't dying. Maybe I can't die." I answer, unfolding my arms.

I look back at Hermione. "Do it." I order. She shakes her head. "No. I'm not doing that!" She huffs, backing away. I clench my jaw. "Are you scared?" I cock a brow. She stares at me in annoyance. "Well? Do it, you stupid mudblood!" I yell, regretting my words but I had to see if it works. "Hermione—" Harry yells before he gets cut off. "Avada Kedavara!" She yells. A green light flashes through her wand, going straight through me.

I stumble behind a little, feeling my head go fuzzy before I blink, looking up. Ron looks at me with his jaw dropped as do the rest. I gasp out a laugh. "How— how did you?" Harry stammers. "No fucking idea." I mutter. "It's possible. It's happens to 1 in a billion Wizards. I thought it was a myth—" Hermione says. "So I can't die?" I ask, she shakes her head. "You can. But it's you who decides it. As though you are the Master of your own death." She says. "Lucky me." I huff.

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"One of them is at Hogwarts." Harry huffs. "Hogwarts? None of us can go there." I say. "I know that, Y/n." He snaps, as I pursed my lips. "Sorry." He mutters.

"Rowena Ravenclaw. She knows where it is." He says. "You mean the Ghost of Ravenclaw? The founder?" Ron asks, Harry nods his head. "We can't just go there, we have no plan!" Hermione yells as I start taking off my coat. "Snape's headmaster now, we can't simply walk through the front door." Ron says, ignoring her. "We'll go to Hogsmeade and take the secret entrance to Hogwarts. Okay?" Harry asked, although it wasn't exactly a question.

Nevertheless, we all nodded in unison.