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Author's note; Daphne Greengrass, as she appears in my mind. She's a smoker, alcoholic, slutty, Blaise-obsessed Death Eater. I can't believe I typed that sentence and it wasn't even about a crack!fic... I dunno. I just recently fell in love with her... Anything you recognize ain't mine, bb. It was the dead of night, the battle was just beginning, and every nerve that Daphne Greengrass had was raw. It felt as though every last layer of skin had been stripped from her body, and the entirety of her was laid out for all to see; look, there's her heart, pumping a river of blood to no where, look, there's her ribcage, bones so brittle, just aching to be broken, look, there's the jagged line where she broke her collar bone, and look at her leg muscles pump. Because Daphne was running. Every nerve was alive, and her wand was clutched in her hand and her hair felt like it must be continuing on behind her forever, she was running so fast. She was seventeen, just old enough to be a Death Eater, too dedicated to belong to The Order of the Phoenix, and the battle was raging around her, and the Dark Mark was burning a hole through her arm, and she was going to fight. The heart of the battle was in The Great Hall, Daphne knew, and that's where she was heading, looking for another flash of white-blonde hair, identical to her's, all the while, or a streak of dark skin. She'd yet to come across the people she was looking for; Astoria or Blaise, and although she felt as though her heart would explode from the exertion if she didn't find them soon, she had to keep telling herself it was a good thing. It's a good, thing, right? That means they aren't dead, or hurt enough to be staying still - she must have traversed the Hogwarts castle in this night alone hundreds of times. The moment she had turned sixteen, she was a Death Eater, just over a year, and now she could belong, and she could help and she could fight and - there was a crack from somewhere behind her and to her left, and she dropped instinctively to the ground, wand brandished, shouting a shield spell so automatically that she didn't even know which one she'd said. It was nothing, nothing, just a wall breaking, a stone cracking, the creaks of the beautiful castle that had been her home for seven years as it fell. She turned, and resumed her break-neck pace. She would get there, she would fight, and she would make a difference, if it took her life. -Cayenne
Set during The Battle of Hogwarts. Spoilers through DH.
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