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༺ 66 - fortunate felicis.

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| FORTUNATE FELICIS |
"Lora, there's something I have to tell you."

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ALORA STOOD IN A FRIGID ROOM IN WHICH the air was sharp, it felt as though it could pierce through her skin along with the still silence. She did not know where she was. Her head quickly turned, yet all she was met with were various doors which did not open once her hands met with the handle. She paced the room for any sign of an exit, though when she had come to the conclusion that she was unable to, she lay her head upon the black, tiled wall and slid down.

A wand soon rolled from a sharp corner beside her, along with an agonising scream; Alora jumped to her feet and turned the edge.

The corner didn't seem to be there when Alora had first realised her whereabouts, nonetheless, she still went to investigate the scream — she looked down to where the wand had rolled from, a hand was sprawled not far from it, along with wavy, brown hair over the person's face.

Alora felt a sickening feeling creep up inside of her the moment she recognised it was her mother; a choking feeling consumed her throat as she knelt down and tried to comfort Estelle, though the moment her hand reached her cold skin, she evaporated, as though she was never there at all.

Open the door. . .open it. . .

She could feel an order in her mind, though no one spoke. Despite attempting to resist the instruction, it seemed she could not repel against it much longer, her trembling knees left the floor and stood upright, as her steps slowly began to wander to a glowing door in front of her. She had not seen it there when she got there.

Her hands felt the handle, it was partially open already with a faint noise coming from the inside. The moment Alora swung the door open she regretted it; it was a vibrant and noisy setting of screaming and sobbing, Alora inched her way down and was met with Cedric's lifeless eyes after a long period without the image in her mind.

Alora sprinted out of the room and felt the first tear come in contact with her cheek, she hurried towards the next open door, regardless of the fact that she did not want to. She opened the door. It was a darker aroma, though still filled with an ear-splitting scream and the last grasp of Sirius's body before falling through the veil.

With a pleading cry, once again Alora slammed the door of the room and saw a few more doors open up. To her confusion, as she had not witnessed any other deaths, not since Sirius.

As her torn mind seemed to get puzzled with the outcome, she stood, just as she had when she arrived, she did not choose a door to open. A hand touched her shoulder, Alora peered down and saw thin, pale hands that had long nails holding a sharp wand, she knew it was Voldemort, yet she did not know what to do. She did not have a wand.

"Choose a door, for we are relat—"

Just as Voldemort began to speak, Alora found her voice, she let out a yell and soon jolted from her bed, feeling her heartbeat pump out of her chest.

"Lora, are you okay?" Hermione asked, taking off her sheet, she came to Alora's bedside, "you screamed."

Alora flinched, but the moment she recognised Hermione, she immediately fell into her arms and let out a sigh of relief, "Yeah, it was just a nightmare."

Hermione's concerned expression did not falter as she went back to sleep a little while later; Alora had not told anyone about her relation to Voldemort — only Harry knew, as he had witnessed it too. Alora understood she was going to have to tell Aria soon, for this was as much of a burden to her as it would be to Aria, she could not let her find out such news — that would be informed about sooner or later — by someone other than Alora herself.