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Lucinda could tell there was an uneasy air at Kings Cross as she boarded the familiar scarlet train. She, like every other person in the world, was keenly aware of the shifts in power and the horrific events that had happened in Muggle London. There had been whispers about the Dark Lord's return to power for years now and there was no more uncertainty.
Those poor muggles... They didn't stand a chance against the dark power of the death eaters.
The platform was unnervingly quiet as the halfblood found herself a compartment. Parents were sending their children off to what was hopefully one of the safest places in the Wizarding world. But after the death of their headmaster and the only one He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named feared, no one was sure any more. She had already wished her family goodbye with tears in her eyes and knowing full well that with the dangers of her world bleeding into theirs, this could be the last time they saw each other alive.
Lucy shut the door to her compartment before releasing her cat from her carrier. Her luggage was safely stowed away and the Gryffindor sat down with anxiety in her heart. The train whistled its warning for last call and soon it was chugging away, taking her to her last year at Hogwarts.
Loud gossip filtered through the thin door and Lucy's eyes widened. "Harry Potter and his mates... They're not on the train."
Those poor muggles... They didn't stand a chance against the dark power of the death eaters.
The platform was unnervingly quiet as the halfblood found herself a compartment. Parents were sending their children off to what was hopefully one of the safest places in the Wizarding world. But after the death of their headmaster and the only one He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named feared, no one was sure any more. She had already wished her family goodbye with tears in her eyes and knowing full well that with the dangers of her world bleeding into theirs, this could be the last time they saw each other alive.
Lucy shut the door to her compartment before releasing her cat from her carrier. Her luggage was safely stowed away and the Gryffindor sat down with anxiety in her heart. The train whistled its warning for last call and soon it was chugging away, taking her to her last year at Hogwarts.
Loud gossip filtered through the thin door and Lucy's eyes widened. "Harry Potter and his mates... They're not on the train."
Two sides of a war. What happened at Hogwarts during Harry's final year?
PM'd :)@Piqsy
Ooh I've been craving a Harry Potter RP. Gryffindor OC x Slytherin OC? :) preferably MxF
Well back down the rabbit hole I go. Anyone?
I'm really sorry guys, I have to quit RPG. Life is getting too much and maybe I'll be back one day but for now, I just haven't got the time and it's not fair for you all to wait on me like this
Isis took a breath and jumped into the pool, landing with a splash. Suddenly, she was enveloped in warm sea water and then she surfaced again, breaking into the air. As she pushed her dripping hair back and away from her face, the moonlight began to slide over the rippling water and she was mesmerised. She didn't know when she had clasped hands with the two girls beside her or how the water had gotten so hot. For some reason, she just didn't question it until the bubbling water had stopped and the moon had moved again.
A wash of calm rushed over her before she finally came back to her senses. "Let's get going, shall we?" She smiled, hoping she'd have strong enough lungs to make it. She didn't swim as much as she would have liked to. Taking a deep breath, she dove beneath the clear water and followed the other girls through the darkness. There was a moment of hesitation before she followed they through the small hole, panic rising quickly in her chest. She was almost persuaded to stay behind in that beautiful cave on her own. Shaking her head, she pushed herself forward and through the entrance.
Her lungs began to burn half way through the tunnel and she pushed herself faster. She'd only have a few more seconds before she had to breathe. Iris surfaced with heavy, sputtering breaths and a reddened face from holding in air. She coughed, brushing her hair back again and trying to catch her breath and stay afloat.
Getting to shore was difficult. The effort of swimming out there had exhausted her and she found the distance difficult to close. When she collapsed onto the sand, relief flooded her bones and she sighed, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in to relax herself again. The panic in her chest fell back, the calming lapping of the waves against her clothes reminding her that she was no longer trapped inside and everything was open and free.
A wash of calm rushed over her before she finally came back to her senses. "Let's get going, shall we?" She smiled, hoping she'd have strong enough lungs to make it. She didn't swim as much as she would have liked to. Taking a deep breath, she dove beneath the clear water and followed the other girls through the darkness. There was a moment of hesitation before she followed they through the small hole, panic rising quickly in her chest. She was almost persuaded to stay behind in that beautiful cave on her own. Shaking her head, she pushed herself forward and through the entrance.
Her lungs began to burn half way through the tunnel and she pushed herself faster. She'd only have a few more seconds before she had to breathe. Iris surfaced with heavy, sputtering breaths and a reddened face from holding in air. She coughed, brushing her hair back again and trying to catch her breath and stay afloat.
Getting to shore was difficult. The effort of swimming out there had exhausted her and she found the distance difficult to close. When she collapsed onto the sand, relief flooded her bones and she sighed, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in to relax herself again. The panic in her chest fell back, the calming lapping of the waves against her clothes reminding her that she was no longer trapped inside and everything was open and free.
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