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SamiShe stood before the mirror, her face blank and staring. She couldn’t feel, her every sense was numb. But Addie wanted it that way, she did not want to feel. If she opened up to the grief it would consume her, and her emotions were far too powerful to ever be given in to. She was dressed in black, the colour as bleak as it was did not seem to do the day justice. Addie could not put effort into her appearance, she did not want to put effort into anything at all. Albus Dumbledore, her mentor and her father (so she had assigned him) was dead. He had been murdered at the hands of Severus Snape, and now the world was empty of the greatest an she had ever known.
Kat came to her and spoke and she turned to face her. “We must carry on” she said to her sister (again, as she had assigned) and she reached out to fix her veil and straighten it out. “For Albus” she added sadly. Her own sheet of waved hair fell around her face, and her blue eyes threatened to drown her face in tears. “In his honour we must do what he has trained us for, to help” she said.
Addie and Kat were unique, descendants of a powerful line. Their existence was a secret, but also hunted by Voldemort and his army of Death Eaters. Their powers were formidable and unstoppable, and entirely too dangerous. Albus had taught them to control and to tame, that the good within them would always outweigh the desire for bad, so long as their hearts remained pure. Addie loved unconditionally, proven by her career as a healer. And she loved none more than Albus and Kat, her family by choice. “Come” she said to her friend, taking her by the hand and heading with the masses into the grounds of the infamous Hogwarts.
It was Hogwarts luck that Kat and Addie were not here at the battle. Their powers, strengthen by emotion, would have caused the ancient building to collapse. Addie forced herself to take control of herself just as Albus had told her, and she followed the sombre procession into the vast grounds. There was easily over a thousand people here, including a gaggle of journalists. She took her seat in the row and sighed, still sitting close to Kat.
. . .
Charlie sat with the other Weasley’s, surrounded by a few of the Order members. There were some that were on patrol, keeping guard. With the end of Dumbledore came the end of his charms, and the castle was vulnerable. Charlie looked down to his own hands that were a little battered, but nothing compared to his brother. Him and Bill were as thick as thieves, they’d always been close growing up. Bill was a little more academic, but he was as bold and daring as Charlie. He had always looked up to Bill, and perhaps that was why he felt Bill’s plight more than others.
He looked to his brother, the “lady-killer” of the family as it were, now with three scars down his face. Bitten by Greyback, Charlie had sworn that mans end by his end. Bill spoke and Charlie looked to him. “Maybe now it’ll be fairer game for other men” he teased about the scars on his face. Charlie laughed a little, to show that he was joking. But as he looked to his Brother, he saw the pain and struggle he was going through. He brought one of his calloused hands to his brother’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be here” Charlie said to him with concern.
As the pain in his face showed, Charlie sighed and looked up to try and find Pomfrey. It was then that he saw the two blondes that were unknown to everyone looking over, and one in particular seemed to observe him a little closer. “Here you go bro, even with the blemishes you’re getting the ladies” he said lightly, as he tried to bring up his brothers mood.
Kat came to her and spoke and she turned to face her. “We must carry on” she said to her sister (again, as she had assigned) and she reached out to fix her veil and straighten it out. “For Albus” she added sadly. Her own sheet of waved hair fell around her face, and her blue eyes threatened to drown her face in tears. “In his honour we must do what he has trained us for, to help” she said.
Addie and Kat were unique, descendants of a powerful line. Their existence was a secret, but also hunted by Voldemort and his army of Death Eaters. Their powers were formidable and unstoppable, and entirely too dangerous. Albus had taught them to control and to tame, that the good within them would always outweigh the desire for bad, so long as their hearts remained pure. Addie loved unconditionally, proven by her career as a healer. And she loved none more than Albus and Kat, her family by choice. “Come” she said to her friend, taking her by the hand and heading with the masses into the grounds of the infamous Hogwarts.
It was Hogwarts luck that Kat and Addie were not here at the battle. Their powers, strengthen by emotion, would have caused the ancient building to collapse. Addie forced herself to take control of herself just as Albus had told her, and she followed the sombre procession into the vast grounds. There was easily over a thousand people here, including a gaggle of journalists. She took her seat in the row and sighed, still sitting close to Kat.
. . .
Charlie sat with the other Weasley’s, surrounded by a few of the Order members. There were some that were on patrol, keeping guard. With the end of Dumbledore came the end of his charms, and the castle was vulnerable. Charlie looked down to his own hands that were a little battered, but nothing compared to his brother. Him and Bill were as thick as thieves, they’d always been close growing up. Bill was a little more academic, but he was as bold and daring as Charlie. He had always looked up to Bill, and perhaps that was why he felt Bill’s plight more than others.
He looked to his brother, the “lady-killer” of the family as it were, now with three scars down his face. Bitten by Greyback, Charlie had sworn that mans end by his end. Bill spoke and Charlie looked to him. “Maybe now it’ll be fairer game for other men” he teased about the scars on his face. Charlie laughed a little, to show that he was joking. But as he looked to his Brother, he saw the pain and struggle he was going through. He brought one of his calloused hands to his brother’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be here” Charlie said to him with concern.
As the pain in his face showed, Charlie sighed and looked up to try and find Pomfrey. It was then that he saw the two blondes that were unknown to everyone looking over, and one in particular seemed to observe him a little closer. “Here you go bro, even with the blemishes you’re getting the ladies” he said lightly, as he tried to bring up his brothers mood.