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| twenty three |

Chapter twenty three; Now or Never

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It had been nine days.

Nine days since she'd almost killed Harry due to her lack of control.

In those nine days Olivia had moved swiftly all over the country while scheming. She was spending her days, while not trying to get killied, creating a plan to fix the mess she had created.

Nine days ago Olivia remembered the letter she had written to herself in July, charmed to open with her own blood. It was a simple requirement really, all the letter needed to be opened was a single drop of her blood. A small prick of the finger. And when it had opened, and the inked letter appeared it was .. kind of worth it.

In Olivia's own messy styled handwriting, on the back of brown parchment paper was written, 'You know already of its home, in a place you've spent the last six years of your life. In a room where a status is required to have access.'

She read over the scrap of parchment again from her hiding spot in the shadows in the alley way. She was ready for this, she'd been watching and preparing for five days. She knew what she had to do, how she had to do it and how to be cunning about it. Of course she wanted to succeed but she wouldn't mind rubbing peoples noses in it either, she wanted them to know that she was still around and wrecking up havoc everywhere she went.

She wanted them to know that just because she was on the run, didn't mean she wasn't gone forever. She wanted him to feel threatened that she was still about, and that she could still do anything.

Olivia stepped out from the shadows of the dark alleyway and peered behind the wall concealing her. She knew every nook and cranny, the inside and the outside, of a place that had changed so drastically in the short space of four long months.

In around about ten minutes the village of Hogsmeade would 'close' for the night and the patrons would disapparate to their homes until the morning. After that those stationed around the village as guards, or Snatchers, would patrol the area carefully. If there were any indication of an apparition or spells being cast blaring alarm signals would fire out, pointing to the foreign intruder who had stepped on the grounds after closing time.

It was all she had, ten minutes to get herself ready and up to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before she had the chance to be caught too early on in her shite plan.

She knew there'd be a fat chance that she would have access to the Seven Secret Passages scattered around the castle. She reckoned they'd of been sealed off to stop anyone from slipping in or out undetected.

Olivia pulled her hood further over her head and stepped into the partially lit streets, treading through the snow to The Three Broomsticks. She slipped past the patrons and its visitors with ease before walking past a series of posters. Olivia payed the posters a single glance before rolling her eyes distastefully, couldn't they of found a better picture of her?

She felt the urge to tear the poster down, along with the one next to it, and momentarily changed her course to pull the two posters down from the wall they had been pinned on to.

In her hands was a poster of Harry Potter, labelled Number One; Undesirable. Underneath Harry's poster was one of herself where she was labelled Number Two; Undesirable. Olivia was the second most wanted witch/wizard in the Wizarding World and the thought made her gulp. She crumpled the posters up and put them into her coat pocket for the time being before entering the pub she had become so acquainted to since her third year.