𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐑 ━━
✧˖*. | ❝Dear Willa...❞ | ✧˖*.
Willa Jackel is a flirtatious Gryffindor who has no filter and loves talking to people, so she's shocked to find out she has a secret admirer who's too scared to talk to her in person.
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Voldemort's voice reverberated from the walls and floor. He made sure everyone would hear his voice, and it sent chills down everyone's spines.
"You have fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured. I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour."
The castle was unnaturally silent. There were no flashes of light, bangs, screams, or shouts. The flagstones of the deserted entrance hall were stained with blood. Emeralds were still scattered all over the floor, along with pieces of marble and splintered wood. Part of the banisters had been blown away.
"Where is everyone?" whispered Hermione.
Ron led the way to the Great Hall. Harry stopped in the doorway. The House tables were gone and the room was crowded. The survivors stood in groups, their arms around each other's necks. The injured were being treated upon the raised platform by Madam Pomfrey and a group of helpers. The dead laid in a row in the middle of the Hall.
Harry could not see Fred's body, because his family surrounded him. George was kneeling at his head. Molly was lying across Fred's chest, her body shaking, Arthur was stroking her hair while tears cascaded down his cheeks. Without a word to Harry, Ron and Hermione walked away. Harry saw Hermione approach Ginny, whose face was swollen and blotchy, and hugged her. Ron cried, hugging George as Willa simply rested her head on George's shoulder, stroking his thigh with her hand.
She knew she wouldn't be able to comfort her as much as his other family members, but she wanted to try. It was a little awkward, but she made it work. As she stared at Marisol's dead body, she couldn't help but wish she spent more time with the girl.
Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking. Harry reeled backward from the doorway, not being able to properly comprehend what he had truly lost within a day's notice.
