'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'Never speak a word again I will crawl away for good I will move away from here You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this I am walking in the piss Always knew it would come to this Things have never been so swell I have never been so failed to fail...
Whistle and I'll come inside It's so warm and calm in mine I no longer have to hide Let's talk about someone else Stinging silver begins to melt
Nothing really bothers her She just wants to love herself You know you're right? You know your rights?'
Death, demise and destruction weighed heavily on the hearts of all who had been involved that night.
Hera shook her head mournfully as the thought of a shell-shocked Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna and Harry came to mind.
They were still kids.
Even Hera wasn't too far off it, having only reached legal adulthood some two and a half years prior. She somewhat bridged the gap between the youngest of the children, Ginny Weasley, and those in the Order closest to her age, namely Nymphadora Tonks.
Age-wise, Hera sat almost perfectly in the middle between the two, yet they were all fighting the same cause. They were all much too young to feel such extensive pain.
The oak front doors had been blasted open, there were smears of blood on the flagstones, and several terrified students from the lower years of the school stood huddled against the walls, one or two still cowering with their arms over their faces.
The giant Gryffindor hourglass had been hit by a curse, and the rubies within were still falling, with a loud rattle, onto the flagstones below.
It didn't matter, Hera realised. There was certainly going to be a shortage of end-of-year celebrations.
Had they seen much of the fight? She knew when the floor caved in, some of the Hufflepuff's must've come out to inspect the damage.
