Shadows (a BTS fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Celia's P.O.V

It was all a blur. We were all having a great time when a blue orb shot through the tent and informed us that the Ministry of Magic were dead.

Death Eaters followed, by crashing the party and killing people here and there. I grab Jordis's arm as we follow the others out of the tent.

We all flea and run to safety. Around night we decide to rest and set up a hidden camp.

That's when I noticed Harper. Or rather, didn't. She wasn't here.

"Jordis, have you seen Harper?" I ask the panting girl. She shakes her head.

"Yoongi!" I call. He turns around from his post outside the camp. "Have you seen Harper?"

His eyebrows furrows as he shakes his head. I ask everyone around me but they hadn't seen her since the wedding.

My stomach drops as I sit down on a nearby rock. She wasn't dead...was she?

~*~

Time was even more cruel. We had to go back to school--where Snape was Headmaster. We had to attend classes like nothing had happened.

This annoying brat named Minah was moved to my dorms. She always talked about boys, how "cute" or "hot" they were...and that was it. What was also sickening was that she kept talking about Yoongi.

The only people who were sane were Gryffindor's. They held onto a hope that Harry would come back to save them.

He, Ron, and Hermione had survived the assault and escaped to who knows where, hopefully making a plan.

All the students couldn't focus on school since Snape had made all the classes evidently harder.

At the end of the day...I always sat in my dorm, looking through a window. Passed the dark, heavy grey clouds, laid the sun.

But when will it shine again?

I never could get sleep because all the violent images flashed through my head, in the form of nightmares.

I saw gruesome scenes. In all of them, I was there. Defenseless. I couldn't protect others around me, hell, I couldn't even move.

"Celia!" my eyes snap open to see Minah glaring at me. "You're making too much noise."

"And you're killing too many people," I snap back. She looks appalled.

"How am I killing them? With my beauty?"

"With your attitude and looks alone, you could easily kill Voldemort."

"Don't say his name you ugly bastard!" she growls.

"Oh?" I examine my nails and look lowly at her. My friends told me that makes me look intimidating, even if she couldn't really see me through the dark. "I didn't realize you were looking into a mirror."

I see her faintly fuming and mumbles something under her breath before crawling under her covers. I sigh as I continue to look out the window.

I really hope she was okay.

Harper's P.O.V

Black was all I saw. It had been who knows how long since I've been trapped in this cellar with an annoying goblin.

I loved that color, if you call it a color, but this was too much. My left wrist was chained to the wall and I didn't know where my wand was.

There's this bright light on the other side of the wall before another figure is thrown in. I look up to see Luna Lovegood.

"How did you get caught?" I raise an eyebrow, even if she couldn't see.

"I was saving some animals when they creeped up on me," she replies in her soft voice.

She was too kindhearted for her own good sometimes. 

"Do you have a plan to escape?" the goblin's silhouette is shown clear from the moonlight through a small window.

"No."

"We're doomed!"

I sigh before taking a rock to carve out another mark on the wall. It already had been four days, and we only get a little bit of dirty water and moldy bread to survive.

This was utter hell. Nothing to do, worrying if you're going to die the next second. I sigh before leaning back on the wall. 

It wasn't even a week and I already felt my ribs through my dress. I bite my lip before closing my eyes again.