This was written for the under 200 Contest oon Third Floor Corridor (See the link on my profile if you'd like to check it out)
However, my entry was a bit over 200, so I left the edited version there and here is the full version:
(227 words)
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They were traitors to the Dark side. They had betrayed Voldemort at the last moment possible, supposedly so that he would have less time to retaliate, however it also meant that the Order trusted them that much less.
But here they were, huddled under the ramparts of Hogwarts castle in the dead of winter, waiting for the Dark Lord and his still-loyal followers to appear and begin the battle.
One of the traitors, a young boy, barely of age, surveyed the castle; no students had returned here after the death of the headmaster, the castle was cold and lifeless, its empty windows, normally filled with the glow of a warm fireplace looked on like dead, empty eyes.
He turned to another of the traitors, the tall,thin man with the dark hair, who'd been his former teacher, he sat facing outwards at the grounds of the school, his eyes blank of emotion.
"Professor-" you the young boy began.
"I'm not your professor." He cut him off
They boy just shook his head an continued. "Do you think…do you think that all of us who betrayed the Dark side, do you think we'll make it to heaven one day?"
"I don't believe in Heaven or Hell" was the short reply
"Why not"
"Wishful thinking on my part I suppose…not to believe in Hell"