CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR.
PROPHECY UNFOLDS

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Amandla was awake before everyone else. She went downstairs, leaving the guest room Waverly let her and Corey stay in. In the kitchen, she simply got herself a glass of water before going to the porch in the back that the older woman had shown them the night before. She sat down on one of the chairs and sipped at her water and watched. There was a breeze and trees swayed, the grass wasn't all too green, and she could see the woods behind the house - behind the whole neighborhood.

Her shoulders were tense, adamant on not relaxing in such a time, and Amandla couldn't find the will to calm herself down. Her eyes were calculating and unwavering as she scanned the trees for any sight of human life. For the sight of any Death Eaters that could be after them. That had followed them to this house or were already stationed there. If they knew anything...if they knew Waverly Hart existed, it wasn't that far off that Amandla would come to find her. And that's just what she did.

Nothing moved. Everything was still and she took another sip of her water before bringing her hand down. Amandla blinked and allowed herself, for a moment, to think about Hermione. With everything that had been happening lately, she hadn't allowed herself the time to think of her girlfriend. Girlfriend...really, she wasn't sure what she was to Hermione. If they were dating or not, what the label on them was.

All she knew was that she wanted to be with the girl. She wanted to hold her hand in public without Hermione pulling away and take her on dates to the cinema or just a walk in the park. She wanted to live with Hermione and hold her forever and maybe adopt a cat or some other creature, maybe even a child one day. She wanted to kiss her and be happy with her, marry her one day if that were possible, and just be beside her forever.

Too bad she didn't even know where the girl was. Hermione, Ron, and Harry had fled from the wedding and no one had heard from them since. They were like ghosts were vanished. Of course, Amandla was not dull, she knew that she couldn't contact Hermione. They were hiding and waiting, exactly what Amandla was doing, but still she yearned to know where the girl was. To know she was safe and not dead. To know that their future Amandla had been dreaming of forever what actually happen.

But she couldn't know. She wasn't a Seer and Amandla was sure that it didn't work that way, so she was stuck in the dark about Hermione's whereabouts. Thinking that, she wondered if Hermione thought of her in this way. If she was worrying about her and fretting over if she were alive or not. And she wouldn't know unless they both survived and Hermione confessed this to her.

"Oh, good morning," Waverly's light voice snapped Amandla out of her thoughts. "I didn't know anyone else was awake. If I did, I would've gotten you a cuppa tea."

She took a seat beside Amandla. "I couldn't sleep last night, and I got some water for myself."

"Ah, I see. Nightmares?" Amandla nodded, "I understand. After everything will Aiden, I couldn't sleep either. Hopefully they'll pass soon enough."

Amandla shook her head, finding it so easy to talk to this woman, "I don't think so. At least, not until after the war."

Waverly pursed her lips, eyes calculating before looking at the teenage girl, "If you don't mind me asking, what war?"

"A wizarding one. Did my Uncle Aiden ever mention the name Voldemort?" Amandla asked her.

"Yes...I think so. He said that the man was gaining followers, right? Even had a mark?" Waverly tried to recall.

"That's him. He disappeared for a while, but he's back now, and there's a war. I-I don't know when it'll be over," Amandla wished it would end soon.

"Well, most wars only tend to last a few years, so don't worry. Unless we're talking about the Hundred Years' War because that, well, lasted over a hundred years."

"With the lifespan of wizards, I wouldn't be surprised if it's twice as long as that," Amandla muttered, but the other woman heard her. "But we'll win...I know we will. We have to."

Waverly grasped her hand and held it, "I know you will. I have faith. And you can stay here as long as you need to."

Amandla smiled, shoulders relaxing, "Thank you, Waverly, but we won't be here long. Just a few more days and then we'll be going to France. Corey's always wanted to visit, and what better time than now."

The older woman hummed, "France is beautiful. I went there with Ian, my husband, for an anniversary once. It's such a beautiful place to spend with someone you love."

Amandla's heart clenched. She wanted to visit France with Hermione, go to the top of the Eiffel Tower with her and kiss her and raise her leg up and just be in love. But fate wouldn't have it, not yet anyways. There was still a war happening and she couldn't go to France with Hermione just yet.

"Maybe I'll go back there one day," Amandla sighed, "Without Corey. There is someone I'd like to bring, but it just...isn't a reality right now."

"Oh, really? What're they like?" Waverly inquired.

Amandla blushed, "Wonderful, intelligent. Really I don't know how to describe this gi -...person."

Waverly merely chuckled, "I understand. That's how I always felt when someone asked me to describe Ian. I couldn't do it, he made me feel too many things all at once."

They heard the door open to reveal a groggy, yet clothed, Corey standing there rubbing his eyes. "Why are you guys up so early? It's like six," he groaned.

Waverly sighed and stood up, "Well, go back to bed. Amandla, come inside. I'll start on breakfast."

Corey didn't argue, going back into the house and Amandla followed after him as Waverly went to the kitchen.

"You kick in your sleep," Corey commented as they made their way up the stairs. "I was tempted to push you off the bed it was getting so annoying."

Amandla rolled her eyes, "You wouldn't dare, Copernicus." And he groaned again.

"Don't call me that!"

"Make me!"

The two made it to the guest bedroom they were staying in and Corey immediately collapsed on the bed. "So, when will we be leaving?"

"A couple days probably. Come on, this place is safe. Just enjoy it, Corey."

"I can't. If you haven't forgotten, we're on the run because Death Eaters want to capture and kill us. Or torture us, whichever comes first. Sorry if I can't just relax like you and go with the flow."

Amandla rolled her eyes again and flicked his foot, "I'm not going with the flow, I'm simply happy at the fact that this place is safe. Only muggles, no wizards. Lighten up."

Her words become lies the moment they heard a knock on the door downstairs. Amandla went to the window overlooking the front of the house, but it was in vain when she couldn't see who was on the porch. Who knocked at the door. She opened the door slightly to hear what was happening.

"Hello?" Waverly asked after she opened the door. Amandla wanted to peak around the corner to see who it was but decided against it; that was too dangerous.

Corey went to the window she was previously at, fully awake now. "We got reports that a runaway teenager ended up at your house yesterday, is that true?"

"Why, of course not! I haven't had any company since last Saturday when my book club came over to discuss this wonderful new thriller we all read. Oh, it was simply delightful and -"

"Shit!" Corey muttered and Amandla moved away from the door to go to him, stopping when he motioned for her get on the ground. "They're scooping the house."

Amandla's eyes widened in realization: "Death Eaters."

Corey nodded grimly, murmuring a quick, "Thought this place was safe," before going to his stuff and gathering his bag. Amandla did the same.

Waverly was still talking to the Death Eater at the door when they snuck down the stairs. Amandla was glad the staircase went into the living and wasn't easily visible to the front door, but once they stepped off it and were almost in the kitchen, going to the back door, they heard a man yell, "They're here! Get them!"

Without even thinking, the two teenagers began to sprint to the door, opening it quickly, and running into the woods. They were heard blasts behind him but nothing hit yet. They were fully surrounded by trees when the two got separated. Amandla had taken a right after almost getting hit and Corey continued straight, not even realizing what happened, and she didn't cry out for it would distract him and allow the Death Eaters to pinpoint her location more accurately.

The knife she had packed about a week ago was in her hand and she gripped onto it tightly, wand in the other as she looked behind her to blast spells of her own.

But then someone was in front of her. They had their wand raised at her, about to shot, and Amandla knew she had no one of blocking her. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she could hear Corey yell but she couldn't glance towards where the sound came from, having to focus on the current problem.

Her hand holding her wand was shaking and he easily casted a spell to disarm her without her even realizing. And she was defenseless, except for the knife. She wouldn't be able to throw it and hit him where it would kill him, and sure as hell wasn't going to be captured. No. She wouldn't.

So, Amandla charged at him with her arm surging forward to land the knife in his chest as he shouted out a spell directed at her. She fell to the ground, eyes still open, looking up at the same sky she used to see with Hermione. When they would lie on a hill for hours, passing time at the Burrow.

All the hopes and dreams she would never get to experience.

Amandla would never see Hermione again, never go to her first play with the girl or take her on a date. The day where they would hold hands in public without fear would never occur, at least not for Amandla.

She would never know Corey would be tortured at the Malfoy mansion with his family. Never know that Corey would come back to Hogwarts to fight only to find Cevira and have to tell her she would never see her sister again.

She would never know that the war would end that day. Hermione would survive and Sirius would not. The Veil had predicted it long ago; it called for him, called for her too.

She would never know that Lee would end up working at that bakery forever. Or that her cousin would be pardoned with the testimony of Harry Potter himself to help him.

She would never know what France looked like. Would never experience it with a lover and know exactly what Waverly had told her about.

Amandla Felicity Fitzgerald would never know any of that, because she would be staring up at a blue sky forever.

END OF BLUE.