TW: mentions of gore, death, and suic!de!
Beth sprinted through the
hallways, her focus and determination unwavering as she came face to face with Death Eaters who stood in her path. With a fierce determination, she raised her wand, unleashing a fury of spells that sent them reeling. As she fought her way through, her movements a blur of speed and dexterity, Jacob followed closely behind, his eyes fixed on Beth, the intensity of his emotions mirroring hers. Together, they pressed on, their resolve unyielding, their goal to find Grace.
As Beth and Jacob pushed forward, their determination fueling their every step, they found themselves confronted by a formidable Death Eater blocking their path. Their hearts raced with a mix of fear and resolve, their wands at the ready. The Death Eater, his presence imposing, stood before them with an air of confidence. The tension in the air was thick as Beth and Jacob prepared themselves for the impending battle, the weight of the moment pressing down on them.
The Death Eater cast a dark spell, sending shards of shattered glass hurtling towards Beth and Jacob. Without a moment's hesitation, Jacob dodged the lethal shards, his reflexes saving him from harm. However, Beth couldn't evade the deadly barrage. One jagged shard sliced through her right side, leaving a deep cut that immediately began to ooze with blood. The pain surged through her, the sight of her injury fueling her determination to stay in the fight.
"Agh Fuck" she shouts covering the wound with her hand. She brings her hand up to see the amount of blood that was flooding out. The pale skin of her hand was now completely covered red.
As Beth collapsed to the floor, her wound seeping blood and pain coursing through her body, Jacob took it upon himself to face the Death Eater head-on. His wand at the ready, he engaged in a fierce duel with the dark wizard, his every move fueled by a blend of adrenaline and a protective instinct. Beth watched in awe from the ground, her eyes clouded with pain but her spirit unbroken, as Jacob fought with everything he had to protect her.
Jacob turned away from the defeated Death Eater, his focus shifting entirely to Beth. He knelt beside her, his voice filled with genuine concern as he spoke. "Beth, are you okay? Can you walk?"
Beth, still wincing from the pain, managed to nod. "I think so..." she replied weakly, her expression reflecting her resolve. "I can make it."
Fred and George's pov:
As Fred and George pushed through the chaos, desperately searching for Beth, they were abruptly interrupted by an urgent message from the Order of the Phoenix. The words, delivered with urgency, held a dire importance. They were sent on a critical mission, one that required their immediate attention. Though torn with worry and concern for Beth, Fred and George understood the gravity of the situation. Reluctantly, they accepted the task at hand, knowing that duty called.
Fred and George were tasked with the responsibility of guarding the secret entrances to the school, each assigned to a different location. Despite their initial instructions, Fred requested that he and George switch assignments. Fred opted to accompany Percy, while George was to go with Bill Weasley. As they parted ways, both twin brothers exchanged a solemn nod, understanding the importance of their respective tasks.
George followed behind Bill, his thoughts consumed by Beth's well-being. Concern gnawed at his heart, as he wondered if she was safe and unharmed. The anxiety grew with each passing minute, and he couldn't shake the worry that gnawed at him. "Please be okay," he whispered fiercely to himself as they neared their designated positions.
As time ticked by, the situation at the secret entrance quickly grew dire. Fred found himself facing a surge of Death Eaters, their malevolent presence filling the space. Without hesitation, he sprang into action, his wand at the ready. The duel between Fred, Percy, and the Death Eaters was fierce, the clash of spells creating a cacophony of magical energy. It was a high-stakes battle, where every misstep could be fatal.
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Fanfiction"Okay, let's do it!" Fred says in a confident manner "No!" I protested vehemently. "Stop this ridiculous charade and be logical. We're not even twenty-one yet! You can't just throw your lives away in some foolish endeavor where you're putting your...
