She is the carrier of an unforgivable blood curse.
Circus, Manor, Cell.
Sold, bought and tortured.
Hogwarts.
An escape from reality.
Henry Adair.
The faithful brother.
David Baxter, Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort.
The sellers, buyers and torturers.
Pain.
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"AND YOU'RE NOT SCARED OF ME?"
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Alice couldn't relax. Dumbledore was to die. Tonight.
She flicked through the album, Henry's scarf wrapped around her neck and shoving tears back into her head, waiting for everything to be over. She checked the door again. It was still locked.
Everything was quiet. Too quiet.
It made her feel uneasy, wondering why she had to stay here, why Harry went with Dumbledore and why it was so quiet.
She wandered over to the window and looked up to the sky. It was clear and dark.
Like any other night at Hogwarts.
Suddenly a cackle pierced the peace and silence and a green cloud covered the sky.
The Dark Mark.
It was over the top of the astronomy tower. The highest point. Someone must've fallen.
Or murdered.
Her history between the trio didn't matter, someone had to do something, someone had to check if everyone was okay.
She didn't care what Draco said anymore.
Alice unlocked the door, fiddling with the handle as she rushed down the stairs, barely making it down without tripping.
But when she entered the common room. Nobody was there.
She knew Hermione wasn't in the dorms. She checked there first.
What if it was Miss Granger who died?!
Alice scrambled out of the portrait hole and ran along the corridors, her wand gripped in a closed fist.
Her heart was pounding. Maybe she should go back, hope it was all a dream. Or maybe she could find someone, someone who could help.
She kept running even though her legs burned. She kept pushing on even though her breathing was uneven.
She kept going in hope to save a friend.
But she wished she never arrived. She wished she hadn't looked out the window.
She wished she could help.
Her feet met something slippery on the floor and she stumbled: there were two bodies lying in a pool of their own crimson blood.
She cried out and moved back until she felt her back against the cool, stone wall. She caught her breath, glancing around the room when suddenly a spark of green was aimed towards her and she ducked in time.
