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All stories have a final confrontation. I guess this is mine. I thought.
It is true that all stories and heroes reach the point where they have to become ready for the final confrontation, and I had reached mine, staring at the man that I had loved so much lying dead on the ground next to the pool of mercury. I also looked over to the man that should not be referred to as human. He was looking at me with the most malign and menace I had ever seen. A slow, satisfying smile spread across his face.
"It is time," he said as I walked closer and closer to him. "Come closer, for it is time to end this once and all. Come forth so that I may kill you."
I walked closer and closer to him. He grabbed my wrists, covered in blood and dirt and started to pull me towards the silvery substance.
"No," I said, loud enough for the small crowd to hear. "This is not how it ends." I tore my wrists away from him and walked to the very edge of the pool. Thunder rolled across the sky and a bolt of lightning about ten yards from where I was standing.
I looked back at my enemy for the last time, giving him a look of disgust and hatred, staring into his red eyes. I couldn't look towards the crowd knowing that one eye-contact would change my mind immediately. Instead, I looked to the man lying on the ground, knowing that I would be joining him soon.
Then, I flung myself into the poison.
I heard my name being called out to me from about three different people.
There was one last flash right in front of my face before the pain consumed me and I saw black.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
This is the vision that brought me to the floor of the stone hallway. As usual, I couldn't remember anything except flashes of light and my name. Except this time, I could remember a man, a man composed of disgust and contempt and hatred. The red eyes that had been haunting my dreams for the past eight months now had a face and a body. The face that was the reason my father was detested by the whole of the wizarding world. The hands that had kidnapped and most likely killed him. The mouth that lied to the world, telling them that their Chosen One had gone to his side.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
April 16th, 2015 (One day earlier- Torn from the pages of my journal) :
I had the dream again. I had the flashes of silver, green light, red eyes and strikes of lightning. I hope that the plan will work to put the dreams and visions to work. John and Alex get more anxious by the hour and I am afraid to admit that im a little scared too for if something were to happen to them and it would be my fault. They trust me too much. I lied to them and they know it, but they have trusted me stubbornly from the minute I told them the truth. Ill just have to cross my fingers tomorrow. That is if I don't get expelled, or worse killed.-anna
