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❝Want a picture, Malfoy?❞
❝I wouldn't say no, Henderson.❞
In which, Lillian Henderson, a gryffindor, has to gather all the courage she has to help her friends fight the Ministry of Magic currently overtaking Hogwarts, as a certain Slythe...
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« DARK EPIPHANY »
A large mass of witches and wizards could be seen walking on the bridge that led to the Viaduct Courtyard.
The Dark Lord was walking in first line.
Lillian shared a look with her father and she jogged until she was right next to Neville, who had the Sorting Hat in his hands. Surprised to see him carrying that specific object, she lifted an eyebrow but decided to remain silent.
Something metallic clinked and a glistening silvery light flashed from the inside of the hat but she shook her head. Now wasn't the time for her to start imagining things.
"Who is that?" Ginny asked, mentioning the body in Hagrid's arms, "Hagrid's carrying?"
Lillian felt her heart shrinking, she didn't need a closer look to recognize Harry's figure. It couldn't be someone else. So, she pretended she didn't hear Ginny.
"Lillian, who is it?"
"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort screamed.
Lillian clenched her teeth as a muffled scream escaped her lips. Numerous people could be heard gasping behind her. And that's when Lillian started doubting her latest prophecy. She wondered if what she had seen would ever happen, or if it had been her mind tricking her into thinking one of her dreams would come true.
After all, her last prophecy had felt like a dream. A beautiful dream that she had been pushing away for a very long time, one that involved things she wasn't ready to admit when she actually started hoping for them.
Maybe, Harry was really dead.
"Silence!" Voldemort yelled, "Harry Potter is dead."
Lillian slowly turned her head to look at Ron and Hermione, who were just a few feet behind her. The three teenagers wore the feeling of heart break on their faces and they didn't need to speak to understand each other's pain. They all felt it the same way.
"From this day forth, you put your faith... in me."
Voldemort wore what seemed to be a smile on his pale veiny face as he dramatically turned around to look at his army, "Harry Potter is dead!"
The assembly of Death Eaters bursted into laughters, Lillian easily recognizing Bellatrix Lestrange's amongst all the others.
"And now is the time to declare yourself," Voldemort added, "Come forward and join us! Or die."
But, as if the moment had been framed into a picture, not a single person moved. You could only hear the ragged breaths of those who had fought on Harry's side and Voldemort's smile faltered.
"Draco," Lucius whispered, "Oh, Draco."
Lillian's lips parted as she noticed Draco was standing near the castle's front doors, next to Luna. He seemed to be fighting an internal battle within himself and his lower lip trembled before his gaze landed on Lillian. A breath got stuck in her throat. They maintained eye contact and Lillian knew that Draco had no choice.
