Thunderstorms~Harry Potter~a fanfiction

Near death

Picture of Enna Grace

Tyla's POV

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I shrieked as the curse hit me. It was terrible. It wasn't a pain anything like biting, scratching, cutting, stabbing, burning, stinging, or anything you can think of. Its the Cruciatus curse. It is it's own pain. I writhed on the ground, kicking and hitting thin air. I couldn't even see who is standing over me, then suddenly it stopped. I lay there for a second, sweating and panting. I turned my head and see my wand a few inches from my hand, and I reached out to grab it, but a foot is placed on my wrist, twisting it and pressing down hard. I screamed, and felt a heavy crack. "Think I'd let you get away so easily?" A familiar voice growled from above me. I gasped. "Ron?!" I looked up, my eyes clouded in pain. He looked hostile, but he dropped his wand, putting his hands to his head. "What has gotten into me?!" He asked himself. He obviously hadn't quiet let go of friendship. I took the opportunity to grab my wand, and hold it at him. I felt slight guilt seeing as he backed down, but war is war. "Please tell me your playing the Dark Lord." He said, holding his hands up in defence. I tilted my head, regret and sorrow filled my expression. "I'm sorry, Ron."

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Enna's POV

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I trudged back to the battle, angry at everything. I hated how everything turned out tonight.
I just want it all to end!
I screamed in my head. I swore out loud, pounding my head with one hand.
If he loves you,
A voice in my head asked.
Then how do you feel about him?
How do I feel about him? I actually don't know. I am so f*cking confused, like more then confused. I just needed to get back to the battle. Just get back to the battle........

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Envy's POV

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I like the feeling of power. I like being the one hurting these whores, I like showing them how I felt. I decided that the Cruciatus curse was my new favourite spell. It would make them feel the way I did. No, don't kill them. Make them suffer then die. They needed to know how horrible it felt for me. Well, now they know.
A simple spell can go a long way in a battle, it can help you defeat and enemy. "Stupify!" I screamed, my opponent flew backwards, crashing into a wall, falling to the ground in a limp heap, blood gushing from the back of his head. I scowled, barring my teeth like a wild animal as I threw spell after spell at my enemies, each one ending the same. I limp heap on the ground. And then it hit me. I flew backwards, crashing into a wall, my all ready f*cked up head throbbing with pain as I slid to the floor. I cried out in pain, and attempt to block the next spell, but failed. I lay there on the ground, the world spun around me, and I kept thinking over and over.
Am I dying?
Then suddenly I was fine. I jumped up, holding my wand in front of me ready to fight is I had to. I lowered my wand, a mischievous grin on my face. "You good?" Enna smiled, lowering her wand. I nodded. "I'm good."