"Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing."
― Harper Lee
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"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!?" Tom booms the second we had left the founders.
"Why didn't you tell me about your master plans?" I give him a scowl and he glares at me.
"I just met all the founders. I think that surpasses your concern!" He snaps and I roll my eyes.
"You just experienced Limbo, you stupid boy!! Do you know how many wayward spirits I've met there? They just appeared there because we were both in a place where they could speak to us at the same time." I mutter, annoyed and he smacks the upside of my head.
"OW!!" I smack him back, kicking him in the shin hard. "STOP hitting me!!! You're such a child! My god!! World Domination!?? YOU!? Pffffft. As if." I snicker, making him glare at me harder.
"I'm seriously contemplating throwing you out that window."
"Do it. I dare you. I'll just drag you with me. And since when do you tell someone you're thinking about killing them? You just do it!!! Sheesh....Do I have to teach you everything? You're already on Abaddon's bad side. Don't get on mine." I give him a disgusted look and he blinks at me in surprise.
"Did you seriously just speak to me like that?" He wonders. "She's mad. Mental. No one dares speak to me like that!!!" He booms.
"At least I'm not threatening to dangle you by your toenails over a pit of scorpions on fire."
"Scorpions? Seriously? That's one of the punishments in Hell? What? Is the devil not creative enough?"
The lights are all blown out around us the second he said that.
"Great. You've pissed off Satan now. Well done. Seriously. I sincerely wish you all the luck in the word when you finally die." I scowl at him and if possible his eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets.
"You aren't helping your case here, Dumbledore!"
"Wasn't trying to Thomas."
We freeze at a voice that shouts down the hall from us. "WHO'S THERE!!?"
"Shite!!!" I hiss, grabbing Tom's hand. "It's Pringle!"
"Yes, I'm aware our caretaker is roaming the halls right now you daft girl." Tom scowls at me and I glare at him.
"Run!!" I snap and I'm pulling him along as we raced through the halls stealthily. We emerge from the halls to stand right outside the doors leading to the Courtyard.
"Do you think we lost him?" I ask Tom only to be given the most driest and annoyed look ever.
"The man is ninety- seven. I think we'll be fine." He rolls his eyes at me.
"I know a ton of elderly people who are exceedingly fit actually!!" I snap at him but he ignores me.
"Do you hear that?" He asks me, moving closer to the Courtyard doors and I stare at him befuddled.
"No...?" I ask him and he groans.
"Of course you don't. You are utterly useless." He snarls and then heaves the Courtyard doors open only to freeze.
"What?" I ask, moving around him only to freeze as well.
"Well, I guess we know what part two is." My voice trembles.
"Close the door!! CLOSE THE DOOR!!" Tom barks out the order and we slam the doors shut just as a bunch of werewolves slam into them.
"We're dying this time. No freaking way we survive another werewolf attack!!" I snap at him.
"Cincinno!" Tom exclaims, locking the Courtyard doors. "Can you shut up and run!?" He barks and I glare at him.
"What about the other students? There are seven fully grown werewolves ready to kill us out there!!" I snap and he scowls at me.
"Thank you for that Dumbledore. AS IF I HADN'T NOTICED!!" He booms.
My vision suddenly grows blurry and I see Professor McGonagall.
"Piertotum Locomotor!" She bellows, waving her hands and causing the statues that stood decorating Hogwarts Halls to slam to the floor and come to life. Just like that the statues and the suits of armour are animated to defend the castle.
This was the second wizarding war.
Molly was staring at the statues in horrified realization.
The war was beginning.
I blink out of my stupor and gaze up at the walls in realization. "Dumbledore!! Now is not the times for a vision you idiot!" Tom bellows.
"It's not like I can control when I get them!!" I growl at him and stride over to one of the windows. "Oh gosh. I'm completely mental." I groan.
"Tell me what you're doing so I'm not blindsided." Tom grabs my arm, recasting the lock spell on the doors.
"I need to get outside. I saw a spell being cast that could potentially protect us and the whole school."
"Potentially!?" He snaps and I glare at him.
"You have a better idea bud?"
He pauses and grits his teeth, before pointing to the window higher up. "They will rip you to shreds if you go out of that one" He muses and I nod, agreeing with him.
"Boost me up," I state and he shuts his eyes against the need to probably strangle me before he grabs my waist and hauls me up on his shoulder.
"Acendio." He hisses and I'm sprung up like a bird taking flight. I latch myself onto the ledge and kick the door open only for the group of werewolves to start jumping up, trying to get me.
"I hate S.M." I snarl and step onto the ledge outside, quickly realizing that the werewolves were climbing up the walls. "SHITE!!" I scream. "Reducto!"
The spell makes the ledge above me explode, sending the pieces down at the beasts, temporarily stunning them.
I run across the ledge reaching the middle and blast a spell at them again.
"VENTUS!" The wind blows them away, allowing me to jump off the ledge, rolling to a stop.
I quickly get up to my feet, my eyes darkening with Abaddon's power.
"TENEBRIS!" I shout, shooting out rays of black matter from both my palms. This was Abaddon's specialty. Blood drips down my nose with the exertion.
They fly away and in that moment, I flick my arms up towards the statues. In the same spot as Mcgonagall, in the same tone as my beloved professor, I activate Hogwarts' army.
"Piertotum Locomotor!"
The statues start to come to life, dropping to the ground like giants. With each statue activated the ground shakes even more.
"Lupinotuum PECTINEM!" I point my wand at the werewolves and then the fight begins.
"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."
― Mark Twain