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" I have seen what the darkness does
Say goodbye to who I was
I ain't never been away so long
Don't look back them days are gone
Follow me into the...
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--CHAPTER THIRTY--
September 2, 1978
Saturday
Hogwarts
It had been a few hours since Arabella had dropped dead in the middle of the centaur colony. When the incident first happened, it felt as if the world had stopped entirely. The centaurs had wasted no time in delivering Arabella to the castle for her to be treated as fast as possible. Once Dumbledore and McGonagall were alerted, they tried their best to keep everything under wraps hoping that the news of the ex-teacher did not pass through the halls of the magical school.
"Who would hurt her?" whispered McGonagall with a panic written all over her face. "She's just a girl, and no one knows her besides her being a teacher here."
Dumbledore shook his head, "Arabella is part of the order, and she has been housing the son of death eaters for the past three months. The target on her back has always been there; we have just been too careless not to pay attention."
"Shall I alert the order?"
"No," Dumbledore answered as he watched Madam Pomfrey run a diagnostic test. "Just tell Benji and the Prewetts. Molly and Arthur included."
"You might want to tell them to meet you at St. Mungos," Madam Pomfrey interrupted. "This is much more serious than we thought. Arabella has severe damage to her legs and feet and damage to some of her organs due to the deep gashes on her lower body. She needs to leave now."
Dumbledore and McGonagall didn't waste any time in picking up Arabella and taking her to the fireplace in the hospital wing. With one last look at the Mediwitch, the next thing they knew, they were all being consumed by the green flames
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St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
It had been a few hours since both professors had stepped foot into st. Mungo's and they were yet to get information on Arabella Goldstein. Dumbledore had asked that she'd be put into her own room away from prying eyes. They did not want the news to get out about an ex-teacher possibly dying at the hands of death eaters. Healer Michaelson had very much complied with the orders being an ally herself, so she found it better not to question the headmaster. So there they were Dumbledore, McGonagall, Benji, the Prewetts, and the Weasleys, sitting in the lobby hoping for something good to come from their waiting.
