Jazmine Artemis Potter had just wanted to explore the world. She didn't want adventures, she didn't want expectations, her only wish was to get out. The war was over, had been for almost a year now, and she was finally free to do whatever she wished. She no longer had to stay in England. Had no commitment, nothing to keep her from leaving. Her family was safe and settled, her godson was living a calm life with Andromeda. The few properties she had had in England had been emptied out and given to her friends, her vaults had been closed and everything in them placed inside the bag Hermione had made and used during the war.
She could leave. Was leaving.
Of course, the infamous Potter Luck was at it again.
She had called in a favour from the Minister, and had gotten everyone out of the Ministry so that she could leave in relative peace. The port key was set to leave at midnight, and she had everything ready and packed. The Minister was the only person who knew that she was leaving. At least, that's what she thought.
You see, just as the clock hit 12, the port key was blasted out of her hands. She had no time to react, no time to grab for her wand. One moment she was capable of movement, the next she was stiff as a board and lying on the floor, unable to move, and surrounded.
"Ickle bitty Potter," a women with dark grey eyes and grey streaked black hair blinked down at her, giggling in a manner reminiscent of a child. Bellatrix Lestrange was a certifiably insane women, one who had fancied herself in love with the previous, now deceased, Dark Lord. There was no need to guess what she was going to do now. If she could, Jazmine would have sighed.
It was just her luck, wasn't it? She could survive a war led by a murderous tyrant, but was going to die at the hands of his pet.
Bellatrix giggled and turned to her followers, walking away from Jazmine's frozen body. The other Death Eaters made to follow her, looking confused, only for Bella to turn on them, firing a red curse that sent one of them, screaming, to their knees. "Drag her you idiots!" she hissed, giving them a dangerous glare, before twirling back in the direction she had been walking, and skipping along.
The Death Eaters did as they were told, looking to the bag on Jazmine's hip, before ignoring it completely. It wasn't as if she would leave to use it anyway.
The dragged her down at light wooden corridor, into the elevator, before walking into a familiar one filled with mirrors. If she could move, Jaz's eyes would have widened.
The place was just as dark and sombre as it had always been. Black seat rose up, holding invisible spectators by the walls. The walls and floors were a shiny, polished black, a colour so dark that shadows at night looked bright in comparison. Her hair blended perfectly with it, the texture being the only visible difference.
"You thought you would get away with killing my Dark Lord!" Bellatrix turned on her, sending the other Death Eaters skittering to the wooden benches. "We will have our revenge!" Bella grabbed Jaz by her hair, and carelessly yanked her towards the veil. "You shall die the same way my worthless cousin did!" She smiled blackened teeth glinting maliciously. "And your friends shall follow soon." She giggled, twisting her hair between her fingers like some lovesick school girl.
Jazmine felt sick. She wanted to say something, snap back at the one who had dared spell her silent and unable to move. She wanted so badly to do so, but she couldn't. Instead, she did the only thing she could in this situation. She accepted her oncoming death.
And, as she was pushed through the veil, she felt her eyes flutter closed, and movement return to her body. To late for her to do anything about her death. To late to do anything but stare her killer in the eyes, and smile.