Disclaimer: I only own Emilia and the storyline, but Queen Rowling owns everything.
Her last thought was of him.
It was inevitable that the man who stole her heart forever also stole her last thought.
Ironic even, she would have said, since she had spent the last years of her life running away from the same thoughts that clouded her mind during those last few seconds.
The green light flashed and she lay on the ground, a slight smile still playing on her lifeless lips, for the memory of his touch was still very much alive.
As the person who had taken her life turned and ran without giving a second thought to what he had done, and the war raged around her beat up body, somewhere a man looked up through the small, barred window in his cell and whispered a small promise to her, his grey eyes twinkling in the moonlight.
"Someday, Emilia."
A/N: Hello. I'm back. I know I started a jily story years ago and I only got to chapters in, but I have hopes for this one (and eventually plan on finishing the jily one too). You should also know this is the prologue (the rest of the chapters will be longer) and the next chapter will be a bit of background, but the tory will take place during seventh year and hopefully after, depending on how this plans out. As usual, a review is deeply appreciated as they keep me motivated. All ideas will be taken into consideration.
I hope you like Emilia, as I am very proud of her.
Nicole xx