"𝐖𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞. 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫."
Elladora Hargreaves, a Slytherin who sits alone and never speaks. Most believe that she has some kind of...
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Silence was what she had, cold, dead silence that no one disrupted.
But she sorely wished they would. She wished that Remus, Sirius, James, Peter, anyone would come around the corner and see her at the bottom of the stairs. An hour had passed since she'd seen him go up there, he was waiting for her and she knew that. She knew that he knew what she had been instructed to do, what she was considering and building up the courage for and he was waiting.
An hour she'd been sat against the wall, twirling her wand in hand and wanting someone to rip it from her grasp. An hour she'd been making a decision in her head and for an hour she'd been crying...but nothing hurt anymore; tears were falling but she was making no noise, thinking nothing of her terrible emotion, not feeling her stomach turn whenever she cried and just waiting.
There wasn't even anything specific she was waiting for, maybe except for the clock to hit 10pm but that wasn't consciously. She didn't want to die, not anymore, even when there wasn't much to live for anymore, dying was the final option. Fifteen minutes until her death and there were so many things she needed to do, deep down she knew she'd have a lifetime if she finished her task.
A lifetime to make amends although it would be difficult, a lifetime to make everything right, a lifetime to be normal; start a new life...as a muggle, after everything there was no way she'd ever want to look at a wand again. Change her name, change her appearance because she couldn't bear to look at the same face every day after knowing how many people she'd been the last sight of. But she wouldn't have to worry about that if she didn't carry out the task.
Death wasn't someone she wanted to meet before she had amended the wizarding world and if no one helped her, so be it, but she knew how to make things better. She had the advantage of knowing about horcruxes and she could avenge everyone who ever died at the merciless hands of Tom Riddle. And death couldn't stop her from the revenge not just herself, but the families of the people he murdered.
So she stood, it was slow and shaky, but she still stood.
Her fingers tightened around her wand and she turned around to face the stairs that lead up to the Astronomy Tower where Dumbledore was waiting for her. The tears had stopped, she didn't know when but the last one dripped from her chin and towards the stone floor with no sound at all almost as if to confirm her decision.
It didn't even echo in the quiet, it sounded almost as if a pin drop would be able to cause an earthquake. Even the wind didn't make a noise, like it was taunting her with it's unsettling hush and the only sound became her trembling sigh and her shallow breaths. The half moon's light filtered into the hallways but the beam missed her, shining onto the stone and keeping her in the shadows.
