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Beneath the Weight of the World
"Not my home."
Padma planted her feet firmly in the middle of the desecrated courtyard. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she stood protectively in front of her fallen and injured sister. Bodies littered the ground around her; no one was going to hurt Parvati. She was sick of watching her friends and family die.
No more.
The protection wards surrounding the school — the final shield that had been erected by the professors and Order members — were suddenly and violently ripped apart. Burning silver filaments of spell work drifted down to the ground like ominous snow. Padma raised her wand, as the shrieks and battle cries of monsters rose out of the darkness.
"Not my family," she spat, stepping into an offensive stance.
She suddenly thought of Harry, racing against time that he no longer had, and of the rest of D.A., who were out there and hopelessly outnumbered. Creatures straight out of nightmares began to rush the grounds of Hogwarts.
"And definitely," Padma shouted, "not my sister, you sick, sadistic sons of bitches!"
She leveled her wand at the closest werewolf, who had just crossed into the courtyard. Her whole body felt as if it was on fire, and vengeance coursed through her veins.
"Intus est foras!"
A/N: This was just a little idea that popped into my head :) I thought I'd share it with you all.
A/N 2: "Intus est foras" (if Google Translate is correct) is Latin for "inside comes outside." The idea, though more than a bit literal, is for the spell to rip the intestines out of the victim. Perhaps a bit Dark, but the kid gloves come off in war — and Padma would obviously do anything to save her sister.
Word Count (not including title and author's notes): 206