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“...last resort, you must do this!” There was the sound of parchment tearing, soft footsteps, and a heavy sigh.
She wailed and let herself sink onto the floor. What did it matter now? She would die here. Let the Death Eaters find her. Let them try and take her. There was no hiding from them. He had won. She would do her best to take down as many as possible. She choked back bile and half-heartedly pushed away the arms that were pulling something over her head, something cold and heavy. Jewelry, perhaps.
“Do you understand?”
Her head shook back and forth, vision swimming. Attempting to swallow, she only tasted blood and sadness and defeat. Her body throbbed from curses that had struck her, from falling, from fists colliding with her face. She had taken out a few, but not enough. The realization that she had killed washed over her. Blood and bones both turned to ice.
“You must change this. Find Tom Riddle! Kill him, change him, whatever you choose! This is our last resort. I... have no other option. I trust you.”