- THIRTY-FOUR

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TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault, abuse, kidnapping, suicidal ideologies, memory loss

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"Valinn?"

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"Valinn?"

Eden missed Jenna.

As the days became nights and time blurred together, she thought of everyone she missed most. Some memories didn't feel real at all and some she could decipher entirely.

But she knew Harry was real. Her memories of Hogwarts. Her memories of fennel and white clovers. Fireworks for New Year's and falling asleep in a tent under the sky.

And she knew Jenna was real.

Witty, kind-hearted, perfect Jenna. Her big sister Jenny.

She missed Jenna so much that after Dolohov left her for an hour, she cried at the thought of her. Looked around in hopes she'd find her wand and could focus enough to apparate.

To go home and see her sister. She just wanted to hug Jenna.

She'd never been one for missing her mother, except on holidays and birthdays.

But times when she was most alone, she missed her sisters. And with Miranda gone, all she wanted was Jenna.

Tears fell from her eyes as she thought of the last she'd seen her sister.

What had she said? Would she be okay? Could she survive another loss in the family?

Eden couldn't hold on, not if her days would all look like this.

But for Jenna, she'd try.

Harry looked between his sister's boyfriends, Ron, Kingsley, and Draco, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Okay, the plan is rough," Harry pointed out. "You two go in first, most spells won't affect you—"

"—None will, I'm the immortal hybrid—"

"—We get it," Draco rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

Klaus shot a glare to the blonde, crossing his arms. Draco looked unbothered, toying with his wand in his hand.

"Potter, continue."

Harry nodded. "As I said, you two will go in first. Use your vampire speed and search for her, get her out if you can. We'll come in once she's safe. We cannot have Dolohov taking her to a secondary location. It's been two weeks and I know Eden, and she..." his face twisted. "She can't take another two weeks of this."

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