"We carry these things inside us. Things that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors and drown us out at sea." - drowning, drowning, drowning
She couldn't think straight. Her head hurt. They were gone. As much as she didn't want to believe it, there was no denying the truth. She was hunched over the lifeless corpse of her mother, her father's body lay near by, mangled beyond recognition. She didn't even know what spell was used on him, what ever it was, it was meant for her. The image of her father diving in the way of the curse haunted her. The image of his body was seemingly glued to her eyelids, she saw it when she closed her eves.
Her mother's fate had been much kinder, she was killed the second that the door fell in, being hit by no less than six killing curses at once. She didn't have a chance. Other bodies were flung across the room, it was to be expected. Her father, Paul Evergreen, had been head of the auror office . She herself was top of the class at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, she excelled at defence against the dark arts especially. She could take care of herself, however at this moment, all she needed was someone to take are of her.
As if her prayers were answered, a familiar man stepped through the ruined door way.
"Polaris." The man mumbled, not sure what to say to the distraught girl.
"Mister Potter." She replied, her voice shaking.
"Please, Pol, call me Fleamont," he tried for a smile but couldn't quite manage it, his two best friends had just been murdered, all that remained of them was their daughter.
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Fanficfall // fɔːl/ // verb // move from a higher to a lower level, typically rapidly and without control. // "Falling down Is part of life - getting back up is living." ~ Anonymous
