Dark, Twisted and Time Turned

Chapter 44: We May Die

"Good news! These three morons aren't dead, they were simply offering their blood the the old god of darkness!" Carnell announces, smacking Hermione on the back of the head, and immediately apologizing to her.

Elizabeth puts her head in her hands. "What the fuck," She simply mutters.

"Hush up. That's not the most important thing to think about." Hermione says, and summons her gloves from her trunk to slide over her blackened cuts. It was difficult to fit her ring under the glove, but one must never wear a ring over, and therefore she made do. "You must remember that tomorrow night we may die, so let's forget about the whole blood ritual thing."

"Hey, here's an idea, lets forget about the whole 'we might die' thing too." Carnell says snidely. "Instead let's make it 'we're going to duel tomorrow'." Theon chooses that moment to walk in, and immediately addresses Hermione.

"Never again. I have to have the floors replaced, its completely burnt in and it's not coming out. You want to pull something like that again, do it in the cellar. At least there the floor is stone." She ignores his tone and only addresses his words.

"Sorry, Theon. I should have known better."

"We're gonna die." Elizabeth mutters, still hung up on the looming future.

"We won't die." Perseus reassures her, and she shoots him a glare.

"I was never in duelling club, I don't exactly know how to duel."

"Shoot straight, always cast with intent. If you're using Unforgivables, especially have the intent." Perseus considers for a moment, before turning to Theon. "Do you have a duelling room?" Theon sighs and points down the hall.

"Next the the blue drawing room, third door on the right." Perseus takes the hand of Elizabeth and hauls her out of her seat.

"Come along then, I'll teach you what's handy."

"Please tell me you have your Felix with you?" Theon asks Hermione.

"Yes, it's in my potions case. Tom has his as well, we aren't stupid enough to forget that."

"What other potions do you have in that case of yours?"

"I'm not positive on that, but I doubt anything helpful if that's what you're looking for." The boy sighs, picks up a copy of the prophet, and promptly shuts them all out. It's silent for a moment, Carnell sitting awkwardly at the table attempting to casually eat an apple, and Abraxas was making coloured sparks shoot out of his wand. The peaceful silence doesn't last, as Tom soon enters the room in a huff.

"Hermione, your damn Niffler stole my ring." He mutters, sitting down at the table crossly.

"I'll get it later. Relax. We all need to relax, or it's going to cost us badly."

~*~

"I love you. I love you so much, be safe." Abraxas murmurs, crushing her tight to his chest. She kisses his jaw.

"Don't worry about me, my love. I'll be alright."

"You're not the one I'm worried about." He laughs nervously. "You're one of the brightest witches of this age, you can handle yourself in a fight."

"Remember love. Remember our word. If you need me, say my middle name. The magic behind it will make sure I can get to you if you need help." He kisses her, holding his lips against her own for several seconds.

"I love you. Don't forget. When all of this is over, we have a wedding to plan." She kisses him again.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, I thought we agreed to be married when we're twenty?" She asks.

"Yes, well, perhaps not wedding planning. But we can certainly plan other things. I believe there's an entire estate that needs to be fixed up." She smiles at his response.

"Yes there is. We'll have to significantly fix it up of course-" They're interrupted as someone clears their throat, and they glance over to where their group of friends stands, awkwardly watching.

"Sorry to interrupt-" Tom begins.

"That was disgusting to witness." Perseus comments, interrupting Tom.

"Anyways," Tom glares at Lestrange. "We should be taking the Felix now. If you're ready of course, Hermione." She takes out the golden vial, as does Tom, and they each take a sip. The two bottles make their way around the group, until everyone has drank some. Cyriss and Fleetwood stand off to the side, waiting.

"Blue sparks if you need an out, remember." Fleetwood reminds them all, as Chyllie and Theon disappear. They were going to attempt to get the townspeople out, just incase things went awry. Preferably before the big fighting began. Hermione removed her gloves from her hands; she had been waring them since she had cut herself, but now she needed to have her hands free. She moved her wand amongst her fingers, anticipation beginning to fill her. Cyriss and Fleetwood begin up the stairs, on their way to the Nott family Astronomy tower, where they could see them if needed. No one blamed them for staying, it was their choice, and the rest of them were being idiots anyway.

"Perseus?" Elizabeth mutters, looking up at her best friend. "Did you ever get a reply from the Ministry?" He hesitates a moment, before shaking his head.

"We're on our own." She hugs him, resting her head against his chest- barely reaching his chest- and he kisses her hair. "I'm not gonna let my sidekick get hurt." She punches him.

"Not your sidekick. Co-Captains."

"Ready to go? You all know your positions." Carnell claps his hands together, and then they Apparate out into the sleepy town. 

Early update! I have begun the painful process of rewriting some of my first chapters- keep in mind that I started them when I was TWELVE. Now it's been a few years and my writing has definitely improved, so I hope this means my book will seem better and flow more.

When this is all edited and published, I'm going to start publishing my original book, Legionnaire, which is really exciting and I hope everyone likes it as much as I do.

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