[Book 3]
❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. ❞
Voldemort is back, only the Ministry just wouldn't see it. Instead, they send the Pink Plague to Hogwarts and accuse Serena's father, the acquitte...
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• Serena Black •
"No lover leaves a rose garden without blood on their hands."
The pain slowly subsided and with it Serena's will. Still breathing heavily and gasping for air, she tried to sit up, hanging from Edmund's arms almost like a wet sack. Her feet kept buckling under the weight, but after a few attempts she managed to stand as upright as possible, although her legs were still like rubber.
"Harry, come on!" she could hear Hermione screech and she didn't even object. Serena could hardly understand how Neville's parents could withstand this pain. It was probably incredibly selfish of her, but she had never been a particularly strong witch. She was still young, weak and she simply didn't want any more pain.
But she didn't want to be weak.
Serena blinked tears from her eyes and tried to tighten her posture once more. She didn't want to be robbed of the pride she had been born with along with her surname. She knew that she wouldn't survive another attack without breaking. But the others didn't need to know that.
"I think you should listen to your friend, Potter," Lucius Malfoy snarled, earning himself a dirty look from Elijah Hall. Apparently, they were both competing for the honour of delivering this prophecy to Voldemort. No matter what the cost.
"Or do you need a little more time to think about it?" he added with a mocking grin, while his expression didn't seem to tolerate any further delay.
Serena barely listened as Harry tried to start another discussion to stall for time. She was just glad that the focus was no longer on her and that she had a little time to catch her breath. She only realised belatedly that instead of the hands that had previously held her joints tightly, a piece of wood had now slipped between her trembling fingers.
She almost thought she could hear the adrenaline rushing through her body as she clutched her wand in her sweaty hand. The Death Eaters didn't seem to have noticed what was going on behind their backs, but Serena's friends did. Whispering, they seemed to be discussing tactics while Edmund took a few steps away from the Gryffindor with his hands raised to announce his surrender.
It would be the element of surprise that would allow the youngsters to overpower Voldemort's followers for a brief moment. Serena feverishly tried to recall the numerous defence spells. If in doubt, she could always stick her wand in the eye of one of the Death Eaters and hope.
"Do you hear him? Do you hear him?" Bellatrix suddenly shrieked, almost reminding Serena of her grandmother's painting in that shrill tone. "Giving instructions to the other children as if he was planning to fight us!"
"Oh, you don't know Potter like I know him, Bellatrix," the Malfoy replied quietly. At the same moment, Serena had raised her wand to show that she was ready. Harry's green eyes met hers and after a shouted "Now!" from him, she fired at the closest thing to her. Damien Hall was thrown into one of the shelves with a force he probably hadn't anticipated.
