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WARNING!: CHARACTER DEATH IN THIS CHAPTER!!
I have no clue how to spell 'disillusionment'. It's the spell that Moody uses on Harry in the fifth book to make Harry blend in.
Chapter 29
"Crazy old man. I can't believe he actually went through with it!" I grumbled.
I was in the living room of my father's private quarters with Draco. I had tried about fifteen times to get into the Common Room but it kept throwing me back. I sat down on the couch beside Draco and leaned my head against his shoulder. He put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head.
"It's not that bad. This is nothing compared to what he could've done." Draco reminded me for the hundredth time that day.
"I know." I sighed. "It's just that-"
I stopped because pain shot through my left arm. As I looked up at Draco, my father came bursting into the room.
"Get your robes and put them on. I'll cast the disillusionment charm." He said hurriedly.
Draco and me conjured our robes and put them on. Father put the Dissolunement charm on us and we headed through the castle and out into the forest. We arrived at the circle of Voldemort and bowed.
"Take your place among my followers." Voldemort said. "Except you Alondra. You're the last in the family line of Salazar Slytherin. Your place is with me."
I stood beside my grandfather as I watched my father and Draco go and stand in the ranks.
"This is a special meeting." Voldemort began. "Someone had found out that Pansy Parkinson is still planning the demise of my granddaughter, the betrothed of Draco Malfoy. The young Miss Parkinson believes that if she rids Draco of Alondra, she will take her place. I have dealt with this long enough. Bring her forward!"
Pansy was dragged in by two masked Death Eaters.
"Please, my lord! I beg of you! Have mercy!" she yelled as she was put in front of Voldemort.
I knew deep down in the pit of my stomach that something bad was going to happen. Voldemort looked down at her and took out his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" he shouted and green light shot towards Pansy. And there, Pansy Parkinson died.
I kept my eyes closed as Voldemort kept talking.
"And to make sure that no one interferes with this marriage, it shall be moved up to this Saturday. Congratulations." Voldemort concluded and I fainted.
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