❝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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CI. ALL THROUGHOUT THE GREAT WAR
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"I vowed I would always be yours
'Cause we survived the Great War"
TIME WAS TICKING AND THE hour was coming to a close as dawn approached from yonder. The numbness had completely enveloped Marjorie from her inability to think, but that was okay, she guessed. It didn't matter more; one the hour was over, they were going to continue the fight, and they'll see where that would lead them. Death? Life? Whichever she guessed.
The castle was empty as she had done a stroll around it, wanting to ensure every body of the dead was recovered. She wanted to make sure that none were left behind. At least, if they do die in the next hour, it would be with each other. Though, it was pity for many of the younger ones who seemed to have snuck in when they should've left, like Colin Creevey; Oliver and Neville had found him.
They weren't supposed to even find him. He was supposed to be with his family, hiding until all of this was over. But cursed his Gryffindor traits, for he had snuck back in. She couldn't imagine what his family might feel when word finally comes around about his death — his premature death.
All of them were premature death.
It wasn't fair.
She walked along the remains of what used to be a corridor, heading back to the entrance hall, to the Great Hall. She felt ghostly striding through the place alone. The portrait people were still missing from their frames; the whole place was eerily still, as if all its remaining lifeblood were concentrated in the Great Hall where the dead and the mourners were crammed.
They were going to die.
That was a fact.
Even if they weren't, even if Voldemort gave them supposed 'mercy', it didn't change the death that had been caused.
It wasn't fair.
Morning was approaching and they should've felt glory by now. But perhaps there was no morning glory; it was war and it wasn't fair. Still...
Stopping at the entrance hall, her eyes subconsciously stray toward the marble staircase where she had last seen Harry. It's been awhile, now that she thought of it. He still hasn't really come down... she wondered what he was even doing up there... But it did ease her a heart a bit; he was still in the castle. He was still alive.
But, admittedly, something did felt amiss...
A faint sniffle from outside drew her attention. Marjorie followed the sound, finding a small girl huddled against the cold stone walls, tears streaming down her face.
