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Arya's POV

As the gang and I walked down to Transfiguration, I snuck away, turning around when they all were engrossed in their own conversations and thoughts. I shuffled my feet along the corridor, which was nearly empty because class was about to start. I curled my fingers tighter around The Daily Prophet, which Rose had let me keep because she noticed how I nervously glanced at it across the table every 5 seconds back in the Great Hall. Why had all the Death Eaters escaped? They had nothing else to live for. My mind searched for an answer when it hit me. They were coming for me. HE was coming for me. My breathing hitched and my hands started to shake. My pace hastened and I started jogging along the corridor. I felt tears prick at my eyes as I thought about the terror that I could face, all alone. I sharply turned the corner, but felt as if I had slammed into a rock wall. I stumbled backwards, but felt two strong hands wrap around my waist, steadying me. "Hey Arya, you just disappeared back there, thought I should come find you" Albus said. I looked up, staring into his bright green eyes. I quickly shook myself out of my trance and pulled away from him. "Hey are you ok?" I heard him yell after me as I sped away. I ran all the way to the common room, the fat lady didn't even ask me the password as she saw my state of terror.

"Go right on in deary" She said, sympathy and concern laced in her voice. I walked up to my dorm and sat on my bed. Calming my breathing and steadying my shaking hands. I waved my wand in the air, writing words and drawing symbols. I had calmed down a bit, but knew I had just experienced a panic attack. I had them when I was little, and would freak out when my mom left me at daycare. Doctors had put me on medicine and when I got older I stopped using it. I hope they don't start up again. A sudden knock sounded at the door and I snapped my neck around to see Al poking his head through the small crack.

"Are you decent" He said jokingly, I knew he was trying to lighten the mood and joke around.

"Hey Al, come in" I said, sadness present in my voice. I knew he noticed cause' he sighed and walked in.

"What's up? You started acting all weird at breakfast when you heard the news. It's not like they can get into Hogwarts, the school is perfectly safe."

"Death Eaters actually did get into Hogwarts once, when your parents were in sixth year"

"That's not the point. The room of requirement was burned in the war, everything in it was lost."

"I'm fine, I just freaked a bit that's all…" I faded out not feeling like talking about everything that had occurred this morning. "Let's go back to class" I mumbled. I stood up grabbing hold of Al's hand as he stood. My hands were still shaking a bit, and I needed something to steady me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Al look down at our entwined hands and blush. I walked out of the common room and towards tansfig, as I focused on my own thoughts and Al's comforting hand, which I surprisingly didn't want to let go of.

Albus' POV

I could tell Arya wasn't telling me something. I knew that when she bit the edge of her lip, she was nervous, and when her hands were shaking she was scared. I stared at our linked hands as she pulled me back to class. I was glad no one was around to see it because they would think we were hooking up, and I would blush even harder than I already was. Speaking of blushing, I felt the familiar heat rising up my neck towards my cheek. I had seen her slip away from the group earlier, and so I decided to see where she was going, I had taken a shortcut that would meet me up in the spot she would be at so I could catch up to her. When I had run into her, she had been shaking horribly and her face was like a sheet of paper. I had caught her when she began to fall, but I could tell she didn't really notice she had even run into me. I was snapped out of my thoughts, as Arya slipped her hand out of mine, and opened the door to class. I would have to find out what was going on later, because I knew there was something she wasn't telling me.

Arya's POV

The rest of the day I was tense, and I kept myself distant from everyone. I didn't talk at lunch or dinner, and did all my homework up in my room. Rose, Ava, and Summer checked up on me a couple of times throughout the night, seeing if I wanted to play exploding snap, or go down to the kitchens with the boys to grab a snack. But each time I turned them down, coming up with excuses like studying or being sore from climbing all those stairs today. I had finished my homework over an hour ago, and it was already 9:00 so I knew the girls would be up any minute to go to bed. I studied the paper more closely. I zeroed in on the picture of my father, who was scowling and holding up the symbol of the dark lord. His expressionless eyes and scarred body made me want to hide under the covers and cry. But I knew I had to figure out his plan. He obviously had started the escape plan from Azkaban, and had rallied other Death Eaters, promising them freedom if they helped him with one little task, and I knew that task involved me. I heard a small tapping on my window and I looked to see and owl standing there, a small letter in its beak. The owl obviously didn't belong to a student. Some of its feathers were missing, and a bloody scar traveled across its face. I hesitantly stepped towards the window, the bird screeching, sounding annoyed that I was taking so long. I opened the window, pulling the crumpled piece of paper from its clutches. The owl then flew away, darkness obscuring it of my vision as dark clouds covered the light of the moon. I closed the window walking over to my stuff. I decided to stand, seeing as I had been sitting for so long. I then unfolded the small, fragile paper, peering at the words scribbled in messy handwriting on the page.

We are coming

I took in the drops of red ink, no blood, scattered across the page. I took in the harshly written words and knew it wasn't a quill used to write them. I then noticed the messily drawn dark mark, hiding in the corner. And all I that second, of opening the letter, and reading the words, and seeing the mark, I knew instantly who it was. And then everything went black.