Voldemort won · Y/n story by @laineyB101

The Great Hall’s ceiling, once enchanted to mirror the sky, now mirrored nothing but smoke and dust. Chunks of stone littered the floor, scattered amongst broken benches and forgotten textbooks. The air was thick with the smell of soot, copper, and fear.

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Y/n—stop!

Harry’s voice. Out of breath. Desperate.

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Y/n, it’s me—it’s Harry! I’m trying to get you out of here!

His hand grabbed your arm, spinning you around. His face was streaked with dirt and a thin cut above his brow bled freely. His green eyes were wide, frantic.

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We need to move. Now. Voldemort’s forces are flooding the dungeons, the towers are collapsing—

Then a sound. A low, groaning crack above you.

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Look out!

He shoved you. Hard. Your shoulder slammed into the stone floor, pain spiking through your ribs. You hit the ground and rolled, vision blurring.

Death Eater

rough voice The Dark Lord will be pleased.

Hands dragged you to your feet. You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Your gaze was locked on that unmoving hand, the blood pooling darkly beneath the stone.

Death Eater

Let’s go. He’s waiting.