In the Shadow of our Ghosts

The storm roared in the distance, powerful, dark and furious. The rain had long since soaked through the thin layer of her clothes, yet she couldn't move. The cold had no hold on her, it was as if nothing made sense any more. The world had stopped turning and there was just her and this grave. Beth let her tears roll down her cheeks, disappearing among the drops of water.
All her efforts, all her sacrifices, all her losses.
It wasn't fair.
She wanted to die, to take his place and disappear.
This was the way things were, fixed, engraved, definitive and now she had to keep her promise.
A hand rested gingerly on her shoulder and she recognised Professor Weasley. The teacher was protecting her from the weather with her wand.
It's time.
Even if she would have preferred it otherwise.


First of all, I'd like to thank @Mad-world-of-Meyrin for the sublime cover! Regarding the cover images, they come from the artist oladcnfthb and were found on printerest but I advise you to check out his wonderful work on Twitter. Likewise to @choccy-milky and @gummigumbun
Secondly, and naturally, Howart Legacy and its characters don't belong to me, unlike my protagonist.
Thirdly, English is not my native language, I use a translator to tell you my story. I am sincerely sorry if some sentences seem strange.
I hope you enjoy reading it.