Chapter 1: Conflict
It was a Hogsmeade weekend.
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The trio ambled around, a sister in tow.
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Carefree, they were. The couples kissed each other on the check ever so often.
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Talk about pranks.
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The Three broomsticks for butterbeer.
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Laughter illuminated their faces. The warmth and love filled their booth.
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They were his friends. His family.
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Four empty bottles hit the table.
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A sudden coldness. All talking stopped.
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Fear.
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A piercing scream filled the air.
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"Dementors!" The voice spelled death.
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A rush outside. The trio exchanged glances. They acted as one.
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"Expecto Patronum!"
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Three forms. Prongs, a beaver, and a wolf.
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A mist appeared. From the youngest one. Her face, a mask of fear.
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They charged the Dementors.
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The tallest gored his way through.
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The quickest shred their lower appendages and cloaks.
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The smallest waddled to repel one from a fellow student.
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Pain.
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A soulless body hit the stone floor. No one noticed amongst the chaos.
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Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
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The air cleared of fear. It filled with color instead. Red magic.
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Reinforcements. Too late.
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Screams of terror. Explosions. Wooden shrapnel. Torn, bloody robes. Defiance in the air.
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"Tutamentum!"
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A golden shield formed, incasing the trio inside.
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Spells ricocheted off. The Death Eaters had their target.
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"Avada Kedavra!"
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A body hit the shield.
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Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
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Silence.
Silence.
AN: Please Read and Review. This story will start out a bit confusing, but It will all be made clear as the story progresses.
