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Chapter forty five; The Battle of Hogwarts, Part Five

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At the age of fourteen a psychopath tried to kill her.

At the age of fifteen her life was flipped on its head.

At the age of sixteen she lost her father.

At the age of seventeen she lost herself.

Now, at the grand age of eighteen, she had lost the fight.

It felt weird to be opening her eyes again. Yet there she was, doing just that. Everything around Olivia was white, there was no escaping it, and it was almost blinding to her. Sitting up slowly, she looked around whilst frowning in confusion, how in the hell did she get here? She looked down to her arm and pushed the fabric upwards out of curiosity.

The sight caused her to gasp.

It was as if everything was how it was before, there was no darkening in her veins, her skin was a normal colour and the scar was almost non-existent. It was perplexing and she really didn't understand what was doing on. 

Looking around herself was even more confusing, "What the hell?"

It wasn't just a plain white room, it was a place and it looked an awful lot like Kings Cross Station in London.

Standing up slowly she took the time to look around, recognising the platforms surrounding her in which Muggles would take the train into or out of London. She looked over to where platform nine and three-quarters was located, in the wall between nine and ten, and narrowed her eyes for a closer look.

The wall seemed to have a soft golden glow to it, like the sun was shining on that particular spot and nothing else. Amongst the white she was engulfed in, the golden stood out by a mile and it coaxed her along.

With little hesitation in her steps, Olivia started to walk towards the golden glow. At first for every step she took it felt as if her destination was moving three steps away but eventually she neared it.

She had to go up the platform she had woken up on to make her way over to nine and three-quarters but and when she neared the wall everything inside her was screaming at her to inch that little bit further. It was almost as if the golden light cast a spell on her, she was transfixed with it and it seemed like it was the only way to go to get out of wherever she had been trapped in.

She slowed herself down walking the last five meters or so where it dawned upon her that she didn't really know what to do when she reached the wall. Her instinct told her to lift her hand to the wall and touch the gold light to see what happened. It wasn't until she was an arms length away from the magical barrier inside the wall did she stop again.

Her eyes were wide and transfixed and slowly her left arm rose from her side to reach out towards the gold painted on the wall.

It was a sign. It had to be, there was no doubting it that it was some sort of direction into where she needed to go or where she needed to be.

Her steady fingertips lifted to brush against the stone bricks but instead of meeting the harsh texture like she'd expected, her hand disappeared into the wall.