Weasley, Amora Adele. Molly and Arthur Weasley's gorgeous daughter, the youngest of the Weasley triplets, Fred and George. The redhead clan's first daughter. She is a prefect and the Captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, playing as a chaser.
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Two more hours later. We now heard silence. Not only just from here in the hospital wing but across and through out the castle.
I was knocked out from my thoughts as my wand vibrated, It vibrated once more. I told Vik to tap his particular band to signal me that it was done.
The war is over.
I look behind me to see Poppy and multiple other healers still helping up injured people, "The war is over!" I called out with a bright smile that is full of relief.
Everyone cheers, applauds, and whistles in the hospital wing as I walk towards Poppy, "Poppy- now that everyone here seems to be okay along with the people we transferred to St. Munggos is safe. We need to move to the Great Hall. We have lots of healing and helping to do- the hospital wing can't hold a lot of people,"
At that Poppy nods in agreement and rushes orders to different and multiple healers to head to the great Hall as I followed after.
A few minutes later we have arrived inside the Great Hall. And it was packed. And lucky for everyone, Minnie has now the hold of Hogwarts and managed to expand the Hall even bigger.
I take in a deep breathe, "Alright everyone- I need five healers in each table." And so everyone follows.
I went to the gryffindor table, immediately spotting my family, the Bulgarian team, and the Puddlemere United team. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I scanned the faces of the survivors.
And then I saw him.
Viktor. Leaning against a pillar, his once filthy stain, torn and stained, a deep gash marring his cheek. He looked thinner, older, the lines etched onto his face a testament to the weight he carried. But his eyes… when they met mine across the vast hall, that familiar spark still flickered, the unwavering light that had always drawn me to him.
