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Fear, real fear, grips her heart. She saw it; saw the arm that belongs to her witch, the one that she engraved with the hateful word mudblood. How? How was she here? No. Not how, why? Why was her witch here? She told her to stay away; told her to stay safe. And now…. now her witch was on the ground, and she had no way of getting to her.
She heard the words, the words she never wanted directed towards her love, the killing curse. Watched as the flash of green shot towards the young witch, watched the witch fall to the ground. A heart wrenching scream escapes her lips, but she can't lose focus. The wizards in front of her were really no match for her. They were all knocked out- unconscious with only a few flicks of her wand.
She changed direction, and made her way towards her fallen lover. Her heart constricted, only feeling when it's involving her Hermione. She sent silent stupifys to flick her enemies away. It had been a few months since she actually killed anyone, which was all Hermione's doing. Her witch didn't like all the death and destruction, and it felt good knowing that she could do something to make the young witch happy, even if they were on opposite sides of the war.
She is almost there, just a couple steps away before she sees movement in the corner of her eye. There is shouting and a wand pointed at her, but she doesn't notice until it's too late. Her witch stirs. There's a flash of light; and a quiet pop.
"Please not too late."