May was sat in the grand hall listening to the choir practice, May swayed gently to the soft tune and a smile was permanently stuck on her face. The crackle of a storm erupted and May stood and walked slowly out of the main hall and to the courtyard, she could still hear the melodies of the choir as she looked up to the sky and frowned.
"Go to your houses," McGonagall called at the students who were staring up at the storm as thunder shook the earth and lightning cracked across the grey clouds.
Both of the professors knew something was wrong but they couldn't even imagine what was going to happen next and May wished she could forget all about it.
On that night, as the storm swirled and the dark arts rose once again the most powerful wizard fell out of his window in death.
Albus Dumbledore was dead!
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The 8th Weasley
Fanfiction*Harry Potter Fanfiction* (Edited) What if Bill isn't the oldest Weasley? What if Ginny isn't the only girl Weasley? This is the story of the forgotten Weasley... May... May Weasley -They had arrived at the tent that they would be staying in because...
