❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XCIX.FOR YOU, I GIVE MY ALL
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"Do you understand that we will never be the same again?
The future's in our hands and we will never be the same again"
"I KNOW YOU LOT ARE idiots and all, but this is beyond you!"
"Shut up!" Goyle probed the button of her nose with his wand threateningly, "I said one more move and you're done, Evermore!"
"You'll regret staying," Marjorie retorted, her hand tightening around the diadem hidden behind her back. "All of you will! You had the chance to leave — to live!"
"Where's Potter?" Draco demanded, his voice tense with urgency. "Margie, where's Potter?"
Talk about several steps back from months ago. But Marjorie pursed her lips and looked indignantly as she searched for the wand that had slipped off her fingers when she had fallen.
"What, so you could hand him over to Voldemort? I can see it in your eyes, you're all scared —"
Angered, Goyle pushed further, "Avada —"
Marjorie braced herself.
"Goyle, no!"
"— Kedav —"
"Protego!"
A shield appeared from the small gap between Marjorie and Goyle's wand before he could properly utter the curse. Goyle was bounded back harshly, his wand was skidded against the floor.
"Wondered when I was going to see you again," Harry pointed his wand at them as Marjorie hurried forward to get her wand and pushed herself up to join Harry.
"I found the diadem," whispered Marjorie.
"Good," said Harry under his breath, his eyes catching glimpse of the familiar discoloured tiara in her hand. She swiftly hid it behind her, hopeful not to catch the three Slytherins eyes.
"That's my wand you're holding, Potter," said Malfoy, pointing his own through the gap between Crabbe and Goyle.
"Not anymore," said Harry, tightening his grip on the hawthorn wand. "Winners, keepers, Malfoy. Who's lent you theirs?"
"My mother," said Draco.
Harry laughed, though there was nothing very humorous about the situation. Ron and Hermione could not be heard; they seemed to have run out of earshot, searching for the diadem that was now in their disposal.
