A teenaged girl stood at a lone grave, flowers held in her hand with a tight grip. Silent tears streamed down her face, not even attempting to wipe them off. Sniffles were escaping her nose as a cold breeze swept by.
Her death was unplanned, the girl resting in the grave. She was a hero in the end, but to save a person's life here, in this world!
The date of her death was read clearly: June 18, 1996. Now it was already August and they were in great despair. One of them wasn't going back to Hogwarts, as no one would accept her. The facts were all there.
The girl's knees finally gave out and she went into a full blown meltdown. Sobbing and shouting into the cold night. Her friend, Cassie, was in her presence and she gently touched her shoulder. The girl bawling forcefully shoved her off.
"Come on, Azalea," she whispered in her ear, cracking along the way. "Voldemort is waiting for us so he could start the meeting."
Both were able to convince Bellatrix into letting them go out of the manor. Of course she informed the Dark Lord and he said he will wait for them to come back so they could start the meeting.
"Voldemort will be gone soon! Why the fuck should we even go pretend that we're serving him?" Azalea's voice was slowly turning into a venomous poison that could harm anyone. Technically, she didn't even have to serve him, she could be living a normal life in the wizarding world if she could.
"Because it was Dumbledore's orders and you know that we will do anything for them." Those words struck a cord in Azalea's heart. All of it was for them, she never wanted to hate them, or kill them.
Moments of silence passed.
"How did it feel?" Azalea questioned, hands hastily trying to rub away the last few tears that fell. Crying was a form of weakness, she always wanted to put a brave front for other people. Yet, people just thought she was a cold person, a person who couldn't feel any emotions.
How did it feel was probably the worst question to ever ask. It would scar them for the rest of their lives.
"It felt as if I had no control over my body," Cassie's voice shook with grief. Her answer, however, was not the one that caused them so much grief.
"You know what I meant," Azalea's voice said in a calm whisper. "You had a full mind after you-you k-killed her."
The girl in question looked at her with a broken face. "When the spell hit her, she looked at me with the most agonizing face ever. A face that screamed inside, but couldn't. S-she trusted us, and we broke it." Cassie's voice cracked in the end of the sentence, tears that tried so hard to be pushed away finally coming through. A pause went through her, trying to inhale and exhale with shaky breaths. "Her expression was the worst thing I could've possibly seen. Like she lost all the hope inside her, like she knew that we-we were not the same people that she used to know. I never thought," heavy breaths erupted from her, "that I would be the one making a part of the prophecy come true, but in the end she did die with glory."
"You and I both know that we will never be the same person ever again. No matter how much we try, our sins will always follow us wherever we go," Azalea whispered. It almost seemed as if her whispers faded with the wind. "Nobody will forgive us."
"Maybe one day." There goes Cassie's tiny ray of hope in her painful smile. "Maybe when they realize that we were trying to be the heroes this whole time."
A loud gust of wind passed by.
"Do you think that Voldemort will try using us if he ever found out about the prophecy?"
"Obviously he would. He doesn't want to lose to Harry, that's why we must only let Dumbledore and the select few people that Dumbledore considers trustworthy in the Order to know about us."
"Yeah." Azalea then stood up putting on her emotionless face. Along with that came her elegant posture. "But for now we have to focus on planning and what we'll do next. Dumbledore asked us for a special mission didn't he, to go after we meet with Voldemort." With her hands she wiped away her tears that stained her face.
"That he did," Cassie muttered in reply. Quickly wiping away her tears, she straightened her back from her hunched over form and put on the same elegant posture. She took out her wand along with Azalea. "You ready." They always have to pretend, especially in the presence of the Dark Lord.
A nod was given in confirmation. They would both experience another day with the Dark Lord and that was already hell for them. Add Bellatrix into the mix as she was their "instructor." She had to teach them apparition and everything a Death Eater should know, but they withstood it, all to protect their friends.
A loud pop sounded and the two girls were gone. The only sign that indicated that they were at the grave were the two types of flowers; a zinnia and a single purple hyacinth.
