!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS CHAPTER HOLDS TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!!
The green light hitter him straight in the chest. He fell to the ground, his eyes dull, a single tear slipping out of his right eye.
"NOOOOOO!" I heard myself roar but it sounded distant. Voldemort's maniacal laughter echoed through the darkness of the night.
"He has betrayed us! Take this as an example!" He hissed.
I fell on my knees sobbing.
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU ARE THE REASON HE GOT KILLED!" I heard my mother screen.
I leaned forward weeping over his dead body. Somehow picking his torso up holding him close to me.
"Wake up! (Y/l/n)! Your waking everyone with your stupid screaming!"
I jumped up. Clair Higgins was standing above my bed glaring down at me.
"Stupid..." She mumbled and went back to her bed.
I got up still shaky.
What the hell had that been?!
Taking my cloak I left my dormitory and headed for the astronomy tower.
I wanted to see the stars, look at the night sky, forget about everything. Definitely in need of fresh air I walked through the castle. My paranoia kicked in but I ignored it. If there was anything following me... I didn't really care. Not at this point.
My cloak brushed over the stairs of the astronomy tower.
I stepped up to the balustrade.
(Atmosphere)
The sky was crystal clear. The night dark and the air cold. Very cold. It would be Christmas in a few weeks. There wasn't much snow. Just a bit of frost here and there. The darkness devoured me. I felt... free. Like No emotion could catch onto me. Let's be real for a moment. I wouldn't be able to help anyways. It was perfectly fine if I just... I mean I'm not necessary Dumbledore just hadn't noticed yet... And I could just... It would be best... I'll never control this magic anyways... And nobody would care... Hell, professor Snape would laugh... It would be such a huge relive... for everyone. My mom, my dad, my professor... Christine... She would be avenged...
Just one step and it's all done. I swung my legs over the balustrade. Feeling nothing. Sitting on it starting into the night.
It is so easy. No one else will get hurt because of me. I stepped down onto the outer part of the tower. Why not actually? No one would care. I slightly leaned forward. There was no one left. The only person that ever liked me died by my own hand... A single tear dropped down into the dark, heading towards the far ground beneath me. My grip loosened up. Just let go... Let go... A little further... A little looser... Just a bit-
"(Y/l/n)!" I heard a deep voice behind me.
Further (y/n)... Just a tiny bit further...
"(Y/n)!"
Just count the stars and let go... Let go...
Steps rushing towards me...
"(Y/n)! Stop!"
Let go... My grip loosened completely. I felt gravity pull me down, it was like slow motion everything was slowly moving away from me.
...
(Atmosphere)
A silhouette appeared in the corner of my eye. Black hair, dark eyes, and black robes.
I could see his hand reaching out for me. Missing. I turned in the air falling now facing him. I could see the horror in his eyes. His face is even paler than usual against the dark night sky.
He pulled out his wand. A bright golden light shot into my direction. I felt it hit me and the falling stopped abruptly.
I was pulled up again. I felt the tears dripping down my cheeks. Why would anyone stop me? Why can't I just die? The next thing I felt was me dropping on the wooden floor of the tower again.
"HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY INSANE?!" I heard professor Snape scream at me. Oh yes, he was screaming. I didn't look up at him.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK THE DARK LORD WOULD DO IF HE FOUND OUT?! HOW SHOULD I EXPLAIN THIS TO HIM???"
He was furious. I should have just looked myself into a bathroom and cut open my arteries. He didn't give a damn. It was just about the war about my use, not about me. The tears dropped faster. My head was still bent toward the ground. My hair hiding my face.
"ARE YOU EVEN THINKING ABOUT ONE SINGLE ACTION YOU PERFORM? YOU ARE SUCH A SELFISH BRAT!"
His words stabbed me like knives.
Why? WHY? WHY!!!
"LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!"
I raised my head in defeat.
Looking into his furious black orbs.
"ANSWER ME! DO YOU EVEN THINK?!"
"No, sir" I whispered choking up the words.
"I am sorry. Please forgive me." My head dropped again.
(Atmosphere)
Third-person pov.
Snaps face softened. Did he actually just scream at her? He had seen her scars, he saw only a fragment of what she had been trough. She had been so strong and caring. Caring about him! And now that he kept her from ending her life out of desperation he had nothing better to do than scream at her? A sudden feeling of deep sadness washed through him. The only person that ever cared for him died because of him and now all of a sudden there was someone who, despite the fact that he treated her like shit, actually cared. Someone who helped him. Someone who only joined Voldemort so he would stay safe. What was he doing???
He dropped on his knees in front of the, on the ground cowering, woman.
"Miss (y/l/n), I..."
"Don't," She whispered. Weakly pushing herself up.
"Just don't, " her voice was tear filled.
He didn't know what to do.
"Wait!"
She still had her head down walking towards the stairs of the tower.
"(Y/l/n)! Don't you dare leave! This is an order! We are not trough here"
And she left. She just left.
Snape had a defeated look on his face.
This wasn't good. Not at all.
A/N: Hello to everyone who reads this. I hope you could enjoy the chapter even though it is really sad. Let's just say it is somehow therapeutic. I believe that plenty of people struggle in this really second... And (Y/n) struggles too. Most of the time if the main character of a story is depressed, all of a sudden she/he meets this one great person gets a new job or whatever and has this huge glow-up moment and everything changes and becomes wonderful... And let's be real that is complete bs.
Depression is nothing esthetic and not to be glorified! With everything, this character has been through I figured this would be very fitting and as close to reality as it would get in a story about wizards.
One should always know that there are people who will help you!
Alright, enough deep talk for today.
Please don't be too sad... I'd love to hear from you in the comments.
Until next time! Love to all of you! You are great! 🖤
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Fanfiction(y/n) (y/l/n) is a seventeen-year-old, sixth-year student at Hogwarts. (one year above the golden trio) Being a muggle-born Slytherin, she ain't got many friends. As she is quite sarcastic, but still a great student, she wouldn't have any problems...
