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Written for the Hogwarts Writing Club, week 3. Prompt - Ribbon.
WC without AN - 304
The Ribbon In Her Hair
Time was running out as she shot spell after spell from her wand, fighting with everything she had in her, fighting for what she believed to be right, fighting for her life. She was so scared that she felt numb to the fear that coursed through her veins. Her mind thought only of what spell could come next, which spell would be the one to save her life, or at least keep her alive for another few seconds or minutes.
She had a scratch on her cheek, and the wetness of the blood was reminding her how easily it would be to die if she only faltered for a moment. She'd seen more in the last couple of hours, (had it really been that long?), than she had in her seventeen years of life. Death, blood, tears and destruction surrounded her and she prayed for a moment's peace. A moment to just be. A moment to catch her breath.
The most terrifying voice she'd ever heard filled the air around her, and she thought for one heart stopping moment that Lord Voldemort had joined them in the castle. Realising that he wasn't there, that he was telling his minions to retreat, allowed her to release a sigh of relief. She listened to the words, even as she saw the Death Eaters doing as their Lord commanded of them.
Lowering her wand, she leant against the wall. Her last thought would be that she'd just made the worst mistake of her life as she watched the light of the spell fly towards her, unable to defend or dodge in time. The cutting curse hit it's target and slashed across her neck.
She fell to the floor, the blood pouring from her as red as the ribbon in her hair.