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I woke with a gasp. There was a deatheater standing above me.
"Get up. It's time." He commanded.
He didn't let me get up myself. He grabbed my arm and jerked me out off the bed pulling me out of the room with forcefulness. It made me furious. I decided to have a little fun before I die. I glowed brightly. Red flames dance on my arm he was holding. He jerked back with a panicked expression and shouted, "What the hell!" back away from me.
"I can walk myself, thank you. Now led the way." I said with a satisfied smirk on my face. The deatheater nodded and start to walk quickly head of me. I pushed down my laughter and followed him down the dark hallway. I was upset, happy, angry, and didn't want to be messed with. I was thinking of a way not to die but the chances were slim. We reached the last door and the deatheater knocked. "Come in" I heard Voldemort's voice rasp from behind the door. For the first time I didn't shiver from its coldness. He opened the door and I followed the punk into the room. The room was painted a dark green with thick black carpet. The fire place was lit shining the room with little light. In the center of the room was a long polished table. Seated around it was Deatheaters in their masks. At the head sat Voldemort. He was turning his wand through his fingers, snake wrapped around the chair of the arm. His blood red eyes redder than I last saw them. I stared at the fire, while he gloated saying his long speech. I was busy in my own thoughts. This was strictly trying to make a plan that had to do with not getting killed. I was snapped out of it though when Voldemort said, "Any last words?" I looked at the fire and got an idea. I turned to him.
"Yeah, time to have some fun." I said closed my eyes, summoning my light. I opened my eyes and started to glow. Voldemort expression didn't change but his eyes shown shock. I smirked and I lit up on fire. I made a fire ball in my hands and threw it at a deatheater sitting at the table. I laughed when he yelped and ducked under the table. I threw another one and set the table on fire. Voldemort yelled in anger. "Bring it on cause I'm not going down without a fight. My arms flaming up brighter. He shot spells at me and I threw light and fire. My fire was burning most everything. He shot I dodged and after a while I felt my light going down. I didn't doge quickly and I got hit that slide me across the floor. My blaze was going down. He said a spell that made my body ripple in agony. I screamed then.
"Well I see you have gotten you light back. No matter I have you. Prepare to die." Voldemort replied angrily. I closed my eyes and waited for the hit that will take my life and the any chance to love Sirius anymore. When there was a huge crash. I turned my head, opening my eyes. Tons of witches and wizards poured in through he broken down door. I wanted to get up and help but my body was trembling in pain, agony, and tiredness. My light decreasing slowly, it was then I noticed that my light was going out. I saw Voldemort and Dumbledore fighting and more people fighting deatheaters. I saw Riley, Remus, Skyler, Lily and James helping the Aours. I was looking for someone else though. If my light was really going out that means I would …die and not by Voldemort anyone else. I wanted to see Sirius gray eyes one last time before I do though. I coughed breathing hard. My glow was flickering like someone blowing it out. I then felt his gentle hands pull me against his chest. I saw the stormy gray eyes.
"Sirius …"I coughed.
"I'm going to get you out of here." He said. My vision was starting to blur with black spots. I was lifted off the ground and was starting to be carried away. My breath coming out in ragged gasps.
"Sirius?" I breathed once we were out of the room. He was carrying me through the dark hallway, his racing steps echoing.
"Yes." I looked into his eyes.
"Promise me something." I breathed barley. He nodded. I put my head against his shoulder.
"Promise me that if I don't live through this, that you won't forget about me." He looked at me. His gray eyes were searching my brown ones.
"I promise. I couldn't forget you if I even tried." He said. I closed my eyes then and let the black sleep take over.
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