FLIPPED - harry potter

༺ 72 - dodged curses.

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| DODGED CURSES |
"I felt like I was getting tortured again."

Please comment for the first chapter of seventh year! ( please lol ) sorry if I sound desperate!

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THE FIRST SPRING WITHOUT DORIAN WAS UNBEARABLE, with all that was happening at Hogwarts, though the adrenaline of it all tore away the pounding sadness and sorrow, but as the sun beamed more aggressively and the days became longer, the reality finally settled in for Alora.

Dorian was dead.

She was never going to see him again.

Alora sometimes found herself thinking of her uncle, and what he might say during these wretched times, how the world was quickly crumbling beneath them. He had never been the one to stand violence, for he would find it too much when Alora and Aria had their moments with one another, let alone Voldemort's quick and upcoming return. He'd probably crack a joke, but deep down, he'd be just as scared as everyone else.

The guilt of his death hadn't gone away. Alora found a way to blame herself for the people she loved being lost; Cedric, Sirius, Estelle, Dorian, but this time it felt more real. She was the sole reason for why he was murdered. Voldemort was searching for her.

Why didn't she just give herself in?

It would save everyone a lot of toll, many injuries and much chaos. Voldemort would never kill her, he'd only lock her up, keep her unharmed for all eternity as he fought to rule the world with his twisted ways, making everyone follow his dark path. In the short term, giving herself in felt like the better option, but it would be a direct way to ensure Voldemort's victory, which would only endanger the world.

Alora had a tough decision to fight everyday. The world, or her world.

Alora lay on her bed in The Burrow, battling the thoughts in her head, as she had done everyday since she had left Hogwarts. And, for the first time in her life, she dreaded Aria going back. No Dumbledore — a school full of magic now felt so monotonous. She feared for her sister's safety.

"Are you listening to anything I'm saying?"

Alora hummed in response — she had not been listening. She turned her head to the side where Aria lay, her brown waves sprawled across the sheets as she looked up at the ceiling. The look in her eyes was a one Alora recognised, she was deep in a conversation that Alora hadn't been listening to.

"Say it again," Alora said, "so I can get it fully in my mind."

Aria turned to look at her sister and nudged her slightly, "Sure, fully in your mind—" Alora laughed, "—I was saying—what do you think it's gonna be like, when I go back to Hogwarts?"

Alora breathed, "Miserable. Utterly miserable."

"Do you think everything's going to be different?"

Alora gave a short nod, she didn't want to sugarcoat it for Aria, she knew everything was going to be off, "I felt it that night, when Dumbledore died, it was like someone had dimmed a light."

Aria swallowed, "Hogwarts doesn't feel so magical anymore, huh?"

"Sure doesn't."

"I remember being at Diagon Alley with you just before I was about to go to Hogwarts," Aria grinned, recalling the memory which was re-lived under a pink light. "I was so worried that I was going to be in Slytherin, you know, both my Mum and Dad were, I pretended like I didn't care, but in reality I was so scared."