❝𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,
𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘢❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 was a somewhat quiet, yet mischievous guy who had trouble tailing him since he was a mere one year-old. He encounters a girl, whose only known attribute wa...
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LXVI. SIRIUS'S HEART
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❝Oh limited time is hard to survive,
With no sacrifice❞
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THERE WAS A LOUD RIPPLE as the blue orbs rained down on them. Lucia ran for her life with her want gripped tightly in her hand, not wanting it to disappear amid their life being on the line. Perhaps it was simply idiotic of her, but she had decided to stray from others as she noticed a shady action: A figure was following her.
Her heart raced along with the pace of her feet against the floor, accelerating increasingly as she realised just how much the figure was in tail to her. Lucia took a sharp turn, striding along the alley of the many shelves of recorded prophecies in orbs.
"Bombarda!" she threw a spell over her shoulder and heard a distant sound of an explosion, not stopping in her stride. This was not gymnastic. This was not fighting with the Beaumonts. This was not Quidditch. This was not running from Umbridge. She was running like her lifedepended on it.
Literally.
Her life was in danger.
"You can't run forever, little DiFiore!" Rudolphus Lestrange called.
"Says you!" Lucia bit her lip, "I've been running for all my life, and I'm not going to stop now, Mister!"
"You say that," she gasped as the Lestrange stood before her suddenly, causing her to bump into him, falling to the floor. "And yet you failed and fell. Just like your pathetic father."
"My father is not pathetic!" Lucia clenched her wand.
Lestrange laughed. "One will die tonight,"
"— and that will not be me," her eyes hardened, and she pointed her wand at him: "Expulso!"
An explosion erupted once more with a definite heat. Lucia coughed but didn't waste anymore time to run away from the scene. Perhaps going off on her own wasn't such a good idea as she had thought; Lucia ran through the maze of shelves with the recorded prophecies, attempting her best not to attract anymore attention than she already did.
She went down the narrow corridors and saw a door to what looks to be a cluttered office wide open. She rushed in there just in time as a Death Eater struck Hermione, who'd been in the room with Neville and Harry, with a spell. A streak of what looked like purple flame flew right across Hermione's chest; she gave a tiny "oh!" as though of surprise and then crumpled onto the floor where she lay motionless.
