❀ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘,
˚ ༘♡ ⋆𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑭𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺
━━━ ❝a name, or title, or house
doesn't define who you are,
only you're able to do that.❞
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NYX WOULD HAVE THOUGHT DYING would happen faster. There was something excruciating about being between life and death. There was nothingness and yet she could still feel her heart faintly beating in her chest. It was such a strange sensation, dying that is. She'd always hoped that when it was her time to go she'd be fairly old, maybe even have a few grandkids. By then she would have lived a long life, been on countless adventures and seen a large portion of the world before drifting away in her sleep, effortlessly, painlessly. She would have never guessed that she'd only get to live till twelve.
She didn't even get to be a teenager. She would never see if she'd experience so-called "teenage rebellion", maybe break a few rules, give adults headaches, be moody and mean for no reason. She'd never learn how to drive a car, go through puberty, or have her first kiss, her first boyfriend...
Nyx wanted to cry. She wanted to yell out that this wasn't fair. She was only trying to write a wrong. Why was she being punished for that? Why was she dying for that? What would happen to everyone else now? Would the basilisk kill all the muggle-borns in the school? What would happen to Hermione, then? Would Tom—Voldemort—rise again? Would he kill Harry? Nyx would never know.
She'd never seen any of her friends again, her wizarding friends or her muggle ones. Alex and April, the triplets.
Her heartbeat was dangerously slow now.
Nyx wondered why Tom—Voldemort— didn't just finish her off. There had to be a faster way to end it all. Hadn't he gotten enough strength? Sucking away her energy like a leech. This was all her fault. If only she had picked up on the signs earlier. If only she'd told someone, anyone, about the blank spots in her memory, the sleepwalking. Why had she kept that to herself? Was she truly that idiotic?
No. Nyx wasn't that clueless. She knew, deep down, why she hadn't said anything and why she hadn't paid attention to the warning signs. She didn't want to. It didn't matter how strange things got or how many people got petrified. Nyx was greedy, she didn't care because she needed Tom. He was family.
Family? Now look where that had gotten her. Near-death and laying on the cold floor of the Chamber of Secrets with no one able to come to her aid. She was going to die because of how desperately, how foolishly she yearned for something she'd never had. Family.
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Nyx opened her eyes and didn't recognize where she was. It looked like a city—she spun around when she heard the familiar chiming of Big Ben. What on earth was she doing in London? Wasn't she just on the brink of death? Had she imagined it all? No, impossible. Besides, even if it had all been a dream—Hogwarts, her friends, the diary, Tom Riddle, and magic—before going to King's Cross, Nyx had never been to London.
She walked along the street, no one seemed to notice her. Even stranger, something was off about this place. It almost looked as though she'd gone back in time. People were dressed differently, much more properly. Almost all the men were in suits and wearing hats, while the women were in dresses that reached just above their ankles. Their hair was also styled in a very similar way, much shorter in length than Nyx's and reminded her a bit of old Hollywood.
