To my lovely reviewers who absolutely rock and no better reviewers could ever exist!
I know its Christmas, and i know some of you like this story in some minor degree.
Well my Christmas wasn't very entertaining and i just decided to wrap up my holidays with this extra long extract on Lavenders last moments as an extra chapter for my lack of updating before! I do believe my muse has returned or please inform me if ive gone nuts and my writings has gone just as ghastly as my Christmas
With lots of love and Christmas cheer

Blackcatsfly (at nighttime when nobody can see them)

P.S: Was incredibly sad and depressed that Howl didnt review : ( and some of my other formerly loyal reviewers have abandoned me in this time of Anti Christmas Cheer need.

.:..:..:..:.Until next time .:..:..:..:.
.:..:.Ciao.:..:..:.

Disclaimer: I dont own anything even though i wish i had a million dollars, but all i have is this gruesome plot line inside my head that even i dont know where its progressing...suggestions would be greatly appreciated cause i just keep thinking up very depressing extracts on peoples thoughts and emotions during their time in War, which isnt very helpful because then i shall never have an end...

Alsoi want to finish this story in at least 30 chapters maybe even possibly 40, a nice round number would be tops. not really a neccessity though...So if theres any particular characters that you like, i'll evaluate them and decide if i should write something about them like i'm missing out on a lot of characters right now and i'm sure you all have your own personal favourites : )
Note to self: Must end this story...


The first wall and second walls had been overtaken and the fires had burned down the Major Medical Cross.
The Death Eaters had attacked at the first sign of dawn, pouring down the hill from the East with the blazing sun behind them. They hadhad a legion of bone dragons created with the Dark Arts and the bones from the millions of rotting corpses strewn on numerous battlefields.

All the doctors, troops, patients and nurses had been caught off guard. The once sturdy walls surrounding the camp had been overtaken with the gates horrifyingly ripped from their hinges in sickening crunches.

Few people had survived to make it to the underground encampment.

Too many people did not make it through the large metal door to the encampment. The few who made it were forced to watch as the metal door slowly closed against the torrent of dying people who crawled painfully slow towards safety.

A pool of blood had formed around the metal door to the minority, who had almost made it. But they were not quick enough or their will to live had simply failed.

Lavender sobbed against Parvati limp body.

She had been shot with six curses.

Her best friend since they were children had to watch in terror as she slowly watched her friend choke to death on the curse that seemed to be slowly eating her away.
As Parvati's breathing came to a stomach-turning halt, Lavender cried out as her friend's striking honey eyes came to a still and the twinkle in them sparkled for the last time.

Lavender searched desperately for a cigarette in her time of dire need as she heard the Death Eaters outside laughing as they hit the door over and over again with numerous curses and spells…it was only a matter of time before she too would be joining Parvati.
'Only a matter of time before we all die…' Lavender thought panning her eyes around the large metal box.
All these people had somebody who loved them back at home. Somebody who wanted them to come back home to them.
Salty tears trickled down Lavenders cheeks as she thought about her parents. She had fought with them just before she left to train to become a nurse. They had wanted her not to go to war and stay home safe...

"Don't go Lavender! You'll die!" her mother had cried hitting the kitchen tiles with her fists as she sobbed dryly.
"You're all cowards! The lot of you! People are dying out there! They need our help! Won't you help them?" Lavender bit back angrily.
"We were in the last war sweetie…it's not as glamorous as the newspapers make it seem" her father had said tiredly not smoking the pipe he usually had tucked in the corner of his creased lips.
"I don't care your both cowards! My friends are dying out there! If they need me I'll answer to them!" Lavender said glaring one last time at her parents before leaving the kitchen.

Her mother had thrown herself over her suitcase so Lavender left it.
Her father had latched a firm hand onto her slender wrist; she had spun around to strike him.
Her engagement ring had left a cut on his cheek.
Her younger brother had come rushing down the stairs to ask her not to leave; she had passed him by without acknowledgement.
The family pet, a gorgeous golden retriever called Sunny that Lavender had begged for in her second year had ran next to her taxi window as she told it go back home and wait for her.

The last she saw of Sunny was him sitting in the middle of the road waiting patiently for her to come back.

'I'm sorry Sunny, I'm never going to come back home...I lied'