Harry Potter is dead. Something happens. Two green lights. A moment. It changes everything. Effie Granger, hot headed and impulsive, makes a great sacrifice in order to save the lives of the people she loves, but that sacrifice might be in vain. Lit...
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Feet slammed onto hard wooden floors. Effie's head was spinning. Not from Apparating or from any concussion she might've gotten from a fall. It was like her memories were being played with at this very second. They were shifting, altering, slipping away from her and new ones seemed to be forming before her very eyes. She didn't know which ones were real or fake. She stumbled over to a bed and sat down, holding her temples. There was so much pressure on her head it felt like it was about to explode.
She groaned. Her vision was blurring. She saw something on the nightstand. It was shaped like a rabbit. She reached for it. Her hand slipped and knocked over the lamp. It fell, breaking upon impact on the ground. The noise was amplified in her head, echoing as if she was in cave. She closed her eyes tightly.
Then, as if someone had flipped a switch, her head was fine. The pressure was gone and she could finally think straight again. She sighed in relief. She slowly reopened her eyes. She was in another pub that was rather drafty. She was a hundred percent sure she had just been in her own bedroom at home. It was the only place she thought to go. The only comforting place to go at a time like now.
She tried getting up, but her butt was glued to the seat. She found she couldn't move her head either. She was stuck leaning on her palm, gazing around at eyes that wouldn't listen to her. She was observing a couple a few tables away. They were sharing a drink, smiling at each other lovingly. She sighed longingly.
"Missing someone?"
She rose her head and looked around at the voice. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of that old witch who gave her the potion. She wanted nothing more than to pull her wand and attack her, but she still couldn't control her own body. She even felt herself smiling a bit.
"Several people actually," she said, though those weren't the words she wanted to say. "Are you wanting to use this table? I can move."
The witch chortled, pulling her shawl around her more. She pulled out the chair across from Effie and sat down. Effie eyeballed her. What did she think she was doing?
"I'm the one that summoned you here," the witch said softly, "to talk about your sister."
Effie straightened up. She knew something about Hermione.
"Where is she?" she asked. "Is she okay? She isn't hurt?"
The witch smiled with squinted eyes.
"Define okay," she said.
"She's alive, right?"
"Oh, her soul is still pulsing with energy, yes," the witch said.
It was an odd was to say it, but it gave Effie hope. She might just see her sister again.
