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Chapter 12

She opened her eyes, looking around in confusion at the worried faces around her.

"Pasha," said a boy with messy black hair. His lightening-bolt shaped scar shone in the dim torchlight on his forehead.

Who's Pasha? Then she remembered. She was Pasha. Why in the world would she think she was anyone else? She looked at the boy again. For a second, she filled with a loathing for him, but it soon passed as she recognized who it was. Harry Potter. Her love. Her soul mate.

"You ok?" he asked, worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said as he helped her up.

"What happened? You started screaming and then... just blacked out," said Ron.

"I... I don't know. I remember it hurting. A lot," she added.

Dumbledore held her gaze, his electric blue eyes penetrating into her. She pulled her eyes away, unable to look at him for some reason.

"You did it Pasha! You defeated You-Know-Who!" exclaimed Ginny.

Pasha remembered Voldemort surrounded, helpless. Although she didn't recall enjoying killing him, she thought she ought to have. The more she thought about it, the more she agreed. The way his life had been in her hands, at her mercy. The way she had ended his life with a few words. The power of it intrigued her. What am I thinking? Of course I didn't enjoy it, she hurriedly thought to herself.

Dumbledore continued to study her. She refused to look into his eyes, deliberately avoiding his gaze. Something was wrong with her. Everything was quiet. It felt as if there were cotton buds over her ears, muffling the sound of everything. And her eyesight. The dim corridor seemed so clear before when they had been fighting the Death Eaters, but now it was covered in a dark haze.

"Do you think he's actually… dead?" asked Neville cautiously.

"Of course," replied Professor Middleweek, or rather, Tonks. "Not even You-Know-Who can rise from the dead."

Neville nodded, his face still pale.

Pasha noticed Dumbledore waving his wand around at the Death Eaters slumped on the ground.

"They will not wake for hours now. Plenty of time for the Ministry to come get them," he explained.

They all stood in silence as the realization of tonight's events washed over them. It was over. The tyranny of Voldemort was finally over. They would no longer live in fear of him.It was a miracle that none of them were hurt. Pasha still couldn't believe he had been defeated that easily. He should have known that she would kill him, and yet, he had not defended himself. It was as if… as if he had done it on purpose. But why would he? He had no more Horcruxes left. Pasha was sure of that.

"You better get up to your rooms now," said Professor McGonagall, shooing them away. "We will take care of everything."

Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Harry and Pasha trooped off in silence, giving wide berth to the Death Eaters. The way back up to the dormitories was a long one. They had to stop and explain to various teachers as to why they were out of bed after hours. Of course, none of them believed Voldemort had been defeated, but they scurried off just to check. The six of them could hear their exclamations of surprise echoing down the corridors. Finally, reaching her bed, Pasha flopped down and immediately fell asleep.

Harry lay in his bed, silently reflecting on todays events. So much had happened, his thoughts were all over the place. Pasha had found out about her past, and the Dark Lord had been defeated. Harry thought about the prophecy, the one that said he either had to kill or be killed.

Either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.

That was what the prophecy had said - those were its exact words. But how had Pasha defeated Voldemort, when Harry was the one destined to destroy him? Not that I'm complaining, he thought to himself. His thoughts wandered back to the aftermath of Voldemorts death. He wondered why Pasha had screamed and fainted. She had seemed like she was in great pain, but she had woken up a minute later.

He was relieved it was over. It felt as if a great burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He could finally live normally, live with his friends without having to worry about putting them in danger. And with that thought in his mind, he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

The next day

Ever since she had blacked out last night, she had been viewing everything as if seeing things for the first time. She didn't know what was happening to her. Maybe the last encounter with Voldemort had shaken her. She didn't know exactly what it was, but she knew she had changed. Drastically. Pasha hadn't told anyone yet, but she knew something was wrong with her. Her eyesight still hadn't improved, she could no longer see in the dark. And her hearing was not much better. She could still hear everything, just not asclearly as she used to. But the most drastic thing of all was that she could no longer transform. Nothing like this had ever happened to her. That part of her was always there, always waiting for her to reach in and use it. But it was gone. Pasha hadn't told anyone yet; she knew all they would do was worry over her. She decided to ignore it for now; maybe everything would go back to normal after a few days.

I know, short chapter. And I know this chapter makes it kind of obvious about whats happening, but if you dont know, then try and guess! Thanks for reading, please review.

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ps. and no, Pasha didn't defeat Voldemort just because she is a MARY-SUE. Theres more to it than that, as you will soon find out. Only a few more chapters to go!