Part 5
We four Girls
After Math
Anacara looked at the still body of her friend, and a cold hatred filled her. For her father, the man who had killed an inocent girl in his strive for power. She hated him.
Felisha looked at her father, this scrawny gray haired, worm. They even called him Wormtail. A name that suitted him perfectly, he had killed one of the few people in the world who she had ever cared about.
Aurin looked as men approched them, hoods covering their faces. One of them, one that was not there, was her father. He had died to serve the man who had killed Laily, her friend. The loyalest, bravest, spirited, beautiful friend she had ever known. She stood.
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Wormtail watched the red head approch him, with his hand on his master he could see all. He raised his wand, and stunned her. She fell unconcious to the ground.
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Anacara dragged her friend's life less form closer to her as Felisha went to wake Aurin, and talk some sense into her. Anacara reilized that Laily was still lying on Cedric, and pulled her off. It just made Anacara angrier to think Laily's scarifice had been for nothing. She had been invisable to all but Cedric, and the magic had gone through her.
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Harry was lying on the ground, back at Hogwarts. Thank God. His stupity hadn't gotten him killed, thought Felisha bitterly. Two were dead, and for the next three years he would only know one. Felisha stood, half supporting the half asleep Aurin. Anacara held the limp Laily, tears flowing freely down her face, not seeming to notice. Her eyes were fixed on the approching Dumbledore.
He came at a run, he was confused at weather or not to give away the girls cover to see Laily. Anacara raised on hand and time stopped. The only people left moving were the three girls and Dumbledore.
He walked over to her, taking Laily in his suprisinly strong arms. He didn't cry, but neither did he speak. For a long time they stood like that, then Anacara told him what had happened. She took Laily from his arms and time began again.
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Aurin was sick, Barty's story was horrible. She didn't hold against him the hatred of his father, she hated her's too. But then, her father had hated her from the begining, he had tried to kill her. Barty had killed his faher, and then tranfigured him. He had been leading stupid Harry right to Anacara's father. How could he? He was pure evil, and Aurin would see to his undoing.
"Felisha, Ana, go with Dumbledore and Harry. I'll watch Barty."
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Felisha didn't want to leave Dumbledore. He looked so vulnerable, so angry. So deadly. Ana will watch him. She told herself. She'll make sure he dosen't make a mistake, like the last one. She followed Harry and Sirius to the infermery.
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Dumbledre waited until his offic was empty. He laided his head in his hands.
Anacara wondered what he was doing. Then she saw his sholders shake, and knew. She walked around his desk, and rapped her arms around him, his tears soaking through her black blouse.
"Shhhhhhhhhhh. Dear Dumbledore. Shush, she did as you knew she would. She ended saving one of the two she cared for."
Her words struck a chord of memory. Long ago Professer Trenwly had predicted that was how Laily would die. At first Dumbledore had taken it as a joke, a fluke, but he now understood, her trances were real. And he hated her for it.
Anacara could not cry. A coldness had built up inside her, she couldn't rid herself of it, and it filled her with a need. A need to end one more life, just one. That of her father.
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Okay, that was Part 5, the finally for this book. I might write the other books, I don't know. Review and tell me how I did, this is one of my favorite series, but I don't know if I wrote it all that well. Just scroll down a little further and tell me.
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We four Girls
After Math
Anacara looked at the still body of her friend, and a cold hatred filled her. For her father, the man who had killed an inocent girl in his strive for power. She hated him.
Felisha looked at her father, this scrawny gray haired, worm. They even called him Wormtail. A name that suitted him perfectly, he had killed one of the few people in the world who she had ever cared about.
Aurin looked as men approched them, hoods covering their faces. One of them, one that was not there, was her father. He had died to serve the man who had killed Laily, her friend. The loyalest, bravest, spirited, beautiful friend she had ever known. She stood.
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Wormtail watched the red head approch him, with his hand on his master he could see all. He raised his wand, and stunned her. She fell unconcious to the ground.
~ ` ~ ` ~ `
Anacara dragged her friend's life less form closer to her as Felisha went to wake Aurin, and talk some sense into her. Anacara reilized that Laily was still lying on Cedric, and pulled her off. It just made Anacara angrier to think Laily's scarifice had been for nothing. She had been invisable to all but Cedric, and the magic had gone through her.
~ ` ~ ` ~ `
Harry was lying on the ground, back at Hogwarts. Thank God. His stupity hadn't gotten him killed, thought Felisha bitterly. Two were dead, and for the next three years he would only know one. Felisha stood, half supporting the half asleep Aurin. Anacara held the limp Laily, tears flowing freely down her face, not seeming to notice. Her eyes were fixed on the approching Dumbledore.
He came at a run, he was confused at weather or not to give away the girls cover to see Laily. Anacara raised on hand and time stopped. The only people left moving were the three girls and Dumbledore.
He walked over to her, taking Laily in his suprisinly strong arms. He didn't cry, but neither did he speak. For a long time they stood like that, then Anacara told him what had happened. She took Laily from his arms and time began again.
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Aurin was sick, Barty's story was horrible. She didn't hold against him the hatred of his father, she hated her's too. But then, her father had hated her from the begining, he had tried to kill her. Barty had killed his faher, and then tranfigured him. He had been leading stupid Harry right to Anacara's father. How could he? He was pure evil, and Aurin would see to his undoing.
"Felisha, Ana, go with Dumbledore and Harry. I'll watch Barty."
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Felisha didn't want to leave Dumbledore. He looked so vulnerable, so angry. So deadly. Ana will watch him. She told herself. She'll make sure he dosen't make a mistake, like the last one. She followed Harry and Sirius to the infermery.
~ ` ~ ` ~ `
Dumbledre waited until his offic was empty. He laided his head in his hands.
Anacara wondered what he was doing. Then she saw his sholders shake, and knew. She walked around his desk, and rapped her arms around him, his tears soaking through her black blouse.
"Shhhhhhhhhhh. Dear Dumbledore. Shush, she did as you knew she would. She ended saving one of the two she cared for."
Her words struck a chord of memory. Long ago Professer Trenwly had predicted that was how Laily would die. At first Dumbledore had taken it as a joke, a fluke, but he now understood, her trances were real. And he hated her for it.
Anacara could not cry. A coldness had built up inside her, she couldn't rid herself of it, and it filled her with a need. A need to end one more life, just one. That of her father.
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Okay, that was Part 5, the finally for this book. I might write the other books, I don't know. Review and tell me how I did, this is one of my favorite series, but I don't know if I wrote it all that well. Just scroll down a little further and tell me.
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