Dumbledores Daughter: Finding the real me


9. St Mungos. Again

I woke up in an all white room, with Fred beside me. "Where's shyla?" I asked. He looked down. "Where is she?" I demanded. " In so sorry, but she's dead." " It wasn't a dream?" I asked in a small voice. His head shook. " I could have saved her. They were after me. Voldemort is after me." I shouted, yelled, screamed until I couldn't anymore. I got out of the bed and went over to the one shyla was in. I tried, at least. I stood up, forgetting my bad leg, and almost fell over but Fred caught me. Tears were running down my face and I felt it would never stop.

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