BAD OMENS
000. PROLOGUE
the third wizarding war
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LUCINDA LOCKWOOD-BLACK had always found it odd how a single moment could define somebody's life. How a single precious instant could divide somebody's history into a before and an after.
She never understood how a tragedy so great could befall so quickly. How she couldn't have seen it coming. How utterly blind she was to the inevitability of it all.
On the day that he died, her world shifted on its axis. She knew at that moment that she would never be able to get back to how it was before. How she was before.
The girl that she had been for the last twenty-one years died at that same moment he drew his last breath.
Lucinda wished she had been laid to rest along his side. She wished her body had died with him because, in more than one way, she felt like death would have been more kind than the pain she was living through.
Her soul felt like it had been ripped apart.
She had lost people she had loved before, but nothing had ever felt like this.
Her soulmate was dead.
And Lucy would set the world ablaze to bring them all to their fucking knees.