𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎥ "He wants a fight with
a God? I'll give him one."
﹙ from stardust we came, to stardust we return ﹚
Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hollows
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ELARA WOKE UP LATER THAN USUAL THE FOLLOWING MORNING. there was no way she was going to tell harry that that was her last vial of dreamless sleep potion. she had dreamed of azkaban the night before. it was all quite unsettling. there was a raging storm around the island. flashes of lightening and cracks of thunder echoed in her head quite magnificently.
stomach growling, elara stumbled down the stairs to find the common room almost empty and the same with the corridors. the smell of what was undeniably cinnamon rolls forced her to walk faster before ron inevitably ate them all.
however, when she reached where harry, ron, and hermione were sitting, they looked less than happy.
elara shoved a cinnamon roll in her mouth before asking, "what's up with you three?"
they exchanged looks before hermione slowly handed the daily prophet over to elara.
MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN MINISTRY FEARS BLACK IS "RALLYING POINT" FOR OLD DEATH EATERS
elara didn't even have to read to know that bellatrix and rodulphus broke out. she immediately dropped the prophet onto the table and rubbed her face with her hands.
"lara, are you — "
"um — i just remembered — i had — i have to — see you later!" said elara, standing up from the table.
elara fled the hall quickly. her heart was pounding in her ears. she did not want to become a death eater. she couldn't. she won't. she was just so, so happy a few moments ago. why didn't she just skip breakfast? but she would've learned later. she supposed she had to come back to the real world at some point in time.
elara hadn't made it very far when someone grabbed her wrist. she freaked out, spun around, slammed the person into a wall and drew her wand to point it at their throat.
the face of harry stared back at her, his eyes wide and his glasses askew.
"oh," elara cleared her throat, "er — sorry, my bad — didn't mean — "
"its okay," said harry, although his voice came out weaker than usual. "i shouldn't've just grabbed you."
before anything else was said, tears began to spill down elara's face. she quickly tried to wipe them up, but it was no use. she was so, so scared.
