This is the penultimate chapter my friends. Reviews please before the end…and then you shall have the joy of a sequel.
Blood
They were all sitting on top of the hill by the shrieking shack, the exact same place that idiot had punched me conveniently invisible. I could remember how the copper blood poured down my face. That was the moment I knew we were going to hurt each other many ore time to come. As I was sitting there on the other side of the shack, I suppose you could say I was proving my thoughts correct.
I could here their childish laughter even from that distance. The only problem was that they had their backs to me, so I could not see which one was James. Serenity was clear though, due to the long dark hair flowing down her back. I thought so long she was mine, and there she was, so clearly not. I laughed to myself as my wand came out of my hands by ghost like hands. I was hurting so much, and now, it was my turn to hurt another. No commands from another soul, this was me and me alone with my anger and my sorrow. This was my true revenge, and the only regret was the consequences on such an innocent soul that had got in my way.
I pointed my magical killing machine towards his back, and almost halted. I couldn't make out if it was her beloved, but I carried on regardless. Not the most logical move with hindsight, but one with out regret. I whispered under my breath and a thin green ray arched across the gardens of the shack straight towards his youthful back. The ray stuck him, and he fell backwards.
However instead of seeing thick black hair I was greeted with short ginger spikes. I had struck his brother and yet I could all ready here her tears falling in unison with her yells and screams. I had still managed to hurt her, and so in turn the horrid Potter clan and the whore Pansy. As I ran to Hogsmeade in my successful attempt to escape, I smiled for the last time. I was smiling at my daughters sorrow.
Serenity's P.O.V
He was panting on the floor, but his lungs were already giving out. His eyes were turning to stone as James was screaming for help but to no avail. He stopped moving, and lay rigid on the snow covered ground. His youthful eyes glistened as the body died within. He was gone, and I could barely understand why he went.
'Is he ok?'
'No'
'Oh do not be stupid Seren, of course he is. He has just been winded that's all that's all it is. I'll just go and ring dad and he will come and get him and we will take him to mungos and then…….'
'James, he's gone'
'NO HE HASN'T!'
He collapsed on the floor and cried all over the snow. It was then that I heard it, the soft sound of running and laughing in the distance. I turned, and I was greeted with a flash of blond and black cloak.
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