She stood up, but couldn't see, it was so dark there she couldn't even look
at her hands, she stopped, and realized she was inside a corridor, and
after a minute or so she kept going, going forward... not really sure if
she was dreaming or not.
But what's the difference when you can get hurt both ways, as she walked further she started hearing something, wich made her continue. Suddenly a door at the end of the corridor opened.
She saw it... it wasn't alive, and still not quite dead. It now had a body, she should have known better, he wouldn't give up so easily, but neither would she.
She walked faster, rage flowing on her veins... that 'being' looked at her and smiled, he had something in his hand, something that shinned, something she had hidden in her trunk... suddenly she felt something growing hot on her stomach....
'Andrea?' what????????????? That voice! 'Andrea!' she opened her eyes, it was like if time had stopped or something...
'Where am I?' she asked,
'Safe' a boy with a low voice answered, the girl tried to stand up
'Huh?'she said looking at her hand realizing it was covered uo with....
'Andrea?, what happened....Andrea?' it was too late, she couldn't hear him.
She laid dying, but something made her carry on. She wouldn't give up, not now, not that way at least, she was way stronger.
Dying and poring crimson regret, blood slowly covering her body, she was starting to get cold. She tried to talk, to open her eyes, to let them know she was all right. Meanwhile Jack Holman ran through the corridors looking for Dumbledore, Harry had remained behind in order to take care of the girl.
She was dying, praying, bleeding and screaming, but nobody knew....nobody knew.
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She woke up in the nursery, and gave a gasp, what was that? She felt her stomach, wich minutes before had been wet and warm with blood, it was clean.
'At last!' Jack said smiling 'you fainted, are you all right?'
She didn't understand, it had been a dream? Or something more...
'And then you started mumbling something about Tom....Brickle?, no...Briddle...Riball? Well, something like that...'
'I'm fine she said coldly, standing up and walking to the door 'You shouldn't worry'
'I will when you take that knife out of your trunk' he said calmly
'WHAT?!' she roared 'WHAT I HAVE OR NOT INSIDE MY TRUNK IS NON OF YOUR BUSINESS' she said slamming the door so hard it quivered.
The knife, it was so clear now, Voldemort had used it against her, but why? He HAD guvernit to her in the first place right?
But what's the difference when you can get hurt both ways, as she walked further she started hearing something, wich made her continue. Suddenly a door at the end of the corridor opened.
She saw it... it wasn't alive, and still not quite dead. It now had a body, she should have known better, he wouldn't give up so easily, but neither would she.
She walked faster, rage flowing on her veins... that 'being' looked at her and smiled, he had something in his hand, something that shinned, something she had hidden in her trunk... suddenly she felt something growing hot on her stomach....
'Andrea?' what????????????? That voice! 'Andrea!' she opened her eyes, it was like if time had stopped or something...
'Where am I?' she asked,
'Safe' a boy with a low voice answered, the girl tried to stand up
'Huh?'she said looking at her hand realizing it was covered uo with....
'Andrea?, what happened....Andrea?' it was too late, she couldn't hear him.
She laid dying, but something made her carry on. She wouldn't give up, not now, not that way at least, she was way stronger.
Dying and poring crimson regret, blood slowly covering her body, she was starting to get cold. She tried to talk, to open her eyes, to let them know she was all right. Meanwhile Jack Holman ran through the corridors looking for Dumbledore, Harry had remained behind in order to take care of the girl.
She was dying, praying, bleeding and screaming, but nobody knew....nobody knew.
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She woke up in the nursery, and gave a gasp, what was that? She felt her stomach, wich minutes before had been wet and warm with blood, it was clean.
'At last!' Jack said smiling 'you fainted, are you all right?'
She didn't understand, it had been a dream? Or something more...
'And then you started mumbling something about Tom....Brickle?, no...Briddle...Riball? Well, something like that...'
'I'm fine she said coldly, standing up and walking to the door 'You shouldn't worry'
'I will when you take that knife out of your trunk' he said calmly
'WHAT?!' she roared 'WHAT I HAVE OR NOT INSIDE MY TRUNK IS NON OF YOUR BUSINESS' she said slamming the door so hard it quivered.
The knife, it was so clear now, Voldemort had used it against her, but why? He HAD guvernit to her in the first place right?