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Y7 .?.:*? Fire & Destruction

Her body met the cold floor, seconds later, and half of her face felt like it'd been ripped off.

Y/N winced and coughed, the pain digging its nails into the side of her face.

She peered through her eyelids, one swollen, and could see blood dripping from the bridge of her nose onto the floor in vibrant spots.

"What were you thinking?" Mucliber roared at his friend. "We can't kill her!"

"She killed Rookwood!" His Death Eater fried bellowed.

Y/N snorted humorously, catching their attention. A few chuckles turned into uncontrollable, triumphant, laughter.

Shaking her head, she wiped the blood from her chin and peered up at the two Death Eaters, sneering.

Even Mulciber seemed taken back by what his curse had caused upon her.

"That's right," Y/N spat, as she pushed herself onto her feet with difficulty. "Hurts, doesn't it? You lot go out and kill innocent people, but throw a tantrum when one of your little murderers get themselves killed,"

The realization that she'd missed death by an inch still made her head fuzzy. But it was worth seeing the Death Eaters' furious faces.

"You little-"

"Kill me, then," Y/N smiled sweetly, wiping another track of blood from her cheek. "For Rookwood's death... except, your boss wouldn't like that, would he?"

"He's the only one who wouldn't!" the Death Eater growled. Despite Mulciber's warnings, he raised his wand at Y/N once again. "You killed Rookwood! You deserve to die-!"

There were two loud bangs and two flashes of light. Y/N shielded her face with her arms, ready for impact, but the spells did not hit her.

She opened her eyes, slowly, and found Mulciber and his friend's body half-buried in a pile of rubble. They were both unconscious.

"Y/N!" cried a familiar low voice.

Regulus Black came hurtling forwards from the end of the hall, followed closely by Aberforth Dumbledore, who looked confused and frustrated.

Y/N swayed in her spot and Regulus came forwards and seized her by the arms. Y/N was beyond grateful to have his shoulder to cling onto.

"Y/N, are you OK?" Regulus asked. His locks of black hair hung eerily around his face and his dark grey eyes were fixed upon her bloody face.

"I'm fine," Y/N grimaced.

Regulus stared at her bloodied face calculatingly. There was blood trickling down from her nose, the side of her face was bruised deeply, and her left eye was swollen pretty badly.

"Metal Fist Curse," he muttered under his breath.

"He punched me with a spell?" Y/N shouted.

"It's not as bad as it seems!" Regulus assured. "Hold still and I'll-"

"I'm fine, Reg!" Y/N repeated, trying to back away from him. "It hurts, but I have time to cry about it later. What are you two doing here?"

"I've had hundreds of kids thundering through my pub," said Aberforth.

"I know, we're evacuating," Y/N said, "Voldemort's-"

"Attacking because you haven't handed Potter over, yeah," said Aberforth. "I'm not deaf, the whole of Hogsmeade heard him."

"Where's Harry? You've got to keep him away," said Regulus.

"I know! I'm trying to find him- and the rest," Y/N looked around uneasily. "I've got to go, before-"