In which Stormy Arabelle, branded as the blood traitor of the slytherin house, known for her slight psychotic nature and inability to go a day without pissing off one of her fellow slytherins and in which Blaise zabini, the parisean boy, whose life...
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How could things go so wrong? Ireland had won, bringing victory to the Greens. The grounds had been alive with songs as the Ireland players and the Irish sang along joyfully to Ireland's win. Her father and his friends, joining the festivities, laughing joyfully, their laughter filling the tent as she fell asleep and then her father, shaking her and trying to get up. She had put on shoes and changed within seconds and then she was running, not knowing why not knowing where she was going. Her wand clasped tightly in her hand as she ran. There were too many people, each not caring for anybody but themselves as they pushed people to get to safety. She could hear commotion but she was too focused on getting away from the crowd to turn around. Her father was no longer in her view but she didn't panic. She saw the forest and she knew that it was better there than here. She cut into the forest, hearing sounds from the other side as her guide. She could see blurry figures outside the forest and she followed the, but slower with no crowds pushing themselves upon her.
The forest was dimly light by the moon. She knew that there was a path in the forest, she'd seen it when she wandering around, where there were lanterns and a large space away from the camp. She wasn't scared, but she was alert, her wand still clasped around her hand. A groan sounded from the somewhere in the middle. A sound like someone was in pure pain. "Is anyone there?" She called out. A moan in reply. She pulled out her wand ready for defence as she followed the person's voice. As she pushed past the clearing she saw a man, bent over a wand. He looked sick but was repeatedly reciting something, a spell. But before words could spill out from her wand, he pointed the wand and the sky and a snake-like figure sprouted out and into the sky. She had only ever seen pictures of it, in history books of dark magic, but there it was, illuminating the sky is green the dark mark. She was frozen, fear overtaking every sense in her body, her mind screaming for her to run, but hey legs were stone. The man turned around and although the sky illuminated him she couldn't see him clearly enough. He dropped the wand from his hand and before she could even think of a spell or think of running away he hands another wand thruster 3DD in her face. "I-" was all she could manage to come out from her throat. She turned on her heels, planning on running as fast as her feet could take her but she was too late, too slow. She heard him say those words, words she had only heard of, never dared to even think of them, they were unforgivable.
"Crucio, " He called out, and she felt the spell git her and pain take over every sense in her body. She screamed, as loud as she could, hoping someone would hear her. He repeated it over and over again, until there were cuts all over and she was on the ground, her knees too weak to hold her, eyes filled 30th tears. She tried to defend herself, matting stupendous, the only spell she could think of, but she was in too much pain. She thought that would be the end of her, she thought that this would be the way she would die. No goodbye, no cheesy pun, just murder and maybe that anger, that sadness of the fact that she might never see Fred and George's face again gave the strength.
