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Chapter 36: One Varias Left

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Chapter 36: One Varias Left

 

It was a deadly dance, and I briefly thanked my lucky stars that Snape had gone into all that effort to teach me about defensive spells. I never thought those duels would pay off, but they did.

Alexandru had struggled to his feet and had joined in, and I was briefly struck with awe at his skill. He was incredible. He managed to take down two fully trained and god knows how talented Death Eaters in the space of 20 minutes. That was a level of duelling capability I couldn’t comprehend. He was easily in leagues with the professors in the school and probably better than some.

The Death Eater I was battling was bloody stubborn.

I was technically dodging spells from two Death Eaters, the main one and another one which alternated his attention between Alexandru to myself. Three to two. Not fair, but life isn’t.

I briefly wondered if this was how it would end for me.

It’d be the perfect tragedy. 18 and dead; dead as a doornail.

Never to finish School, never to see the final demise of evil.

I didn’t want to die. It wasn’t my time. But if I did die, I knew that I wouldn’t go out with raising some hell; the devil would be dragging me kicking and screaming the whole way.

The moment the Death Eaters started firing, the townspeople had immediately scurried into the closest building and shut the door. I was furious that at least 30 or so grown witches and wizards refused to come out and help an elderly man and a young girl.

How was that right?

How were they going to live with themselves if one of us died right now?

They were cowards, the lot of them.