She is the carrier of an unforgivable blood curse.
Circus, Manor, Cell.
Sold, bought and tortured.
Hogwarts.
An escape from reality.
Henry Adair.
The faithful brother.
David Baxter, Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort.
The sellers, buyers and torturers.
Pain.
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"I DON'T THINK SO SWEETIE"
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Silence. Dreaded silence.
Henry was gone. He didn't answer her many calls.
She understood why Henry did what he did. He didn't do it to push her away. He did it to protect her.
The memories that she had were dangerous. She knew who died at this battle. She knew the consequences. But more importantly, she knew who won.
She now realised how stupid she had been. If she didn't escape in the first place, then when wouldn't be in this situation. She would be left alone. She wouldn't have to deal with Rue. And maybe, just maybe, Henry wouldve escaped himself.
But now, neither of them were happy. They were both living the worst lives they could think of.
And to make matters worse for Alice, she lost the three and only friends she ever had.
She had no one to turn to. She was alone again.
With great effort, she managed to pull herself to her feet, and using the wall as a support, she made it to the door. She slowly turned the key until she heard a small click and she closed the door as fast as she opened it, as she slipped through into the hallway.
It was way after curfew, but she didn't care. She knew exactly where she was going, and it defiantly wasn't the common room.
She was going to the owlery. The one place no one would think to look.
And the best part was, tomorrow was Saturday, which mean no classes. Which means, she had all weekend in this place. Or she hoped.
Why the owlery? Well, it had the best view, of the stars.
She climbed up onto the highest window, and stared into the midnight blue sky.
Remember the incident over the summer, where she saw the star die? Well tonight, a star was born beside a smaller star.
This could only mean one thing, Henry was still alive.
She watched the stars until the sun rose and the stars were hidden by the blinding light.
As the morning post was delivered, Alice hopped off the windowsill to prevent herself from being pushed off by the hundreds of owls.
She sat in the corner, the hooting of the owls ringing in her ears. She squeaked as an owl dropped a letter on her lap.
It wasn't from Lucius. It wasn't from David. It wasn't from James. And it wasn't from Henry.
