The first time Y/N died, she thought it was the end. The second time… she realised it wasn’t. Now she’s stuck reliving seventh year—again and again—with no way out and no guarantee things will ever change. Because every timeline ends the same way: With war. With loss. With her death. And she’s running out of ways to fix it.
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@ellssSmoke burns her lungs. Everything is too loud. Too bright. Too fast. Spells fly past her like flashes of light, voices overlapping, screams cutting through the chaos. The ground beneath her feet is uneven—not from rubble, but from bodies. Y/N tightens her grip on her wand, forcing herself not to look down. Beside her, Harry Potter is saying something—she can see his lips moving—but she can’t hear him over the ringing in her ears.