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Summary: Bill's in trouble
The scream of terror barely registered in his mind; he was already running towards it. He couldn't believe that he'd allowed his guard down, after so long. But it had been so peaceful that he couldn't imagine something happening.
But it had, and it was.
His heart was beating profusely, sending excess blood throughout his body. This should have made him hot and his skin flush, but he felt cold and his skin was ashen. His lungs had tightened and he was practically gasping for air but he couldn't stop now.
Another scream resounded through the corridors.
He threw himself into the room the scream had come from, and fell to his knees at the sight before him.
Fleur had found his stash of Death Eater robes.
"Fleur, honey, I can explain!" Bill panted out.
The woman turned frightened but frigid blue eyes onto him and whispered one word, "Run."
© 2009 Inyx Dawn
10/31/09