Battle of Hogwarts

==Mortimer's Death==
Lyra was hiding with the trio, crouched below the window, the cold whisper of the Dark Lord drifting through faintly as they strained to hear.
She stifled a gasp, eyes instantly welling up. Hal gripped her hand tight, shaking his head slowly, eyes boring into hers "No." He removed his hand when he saw she didn't rush to him. Even in this state she was too smart for that, too many years of paranoia keeping her nerves in control. There was nothing she could do, and she knew it. As soon as Asra left, she was gone, moving faster than they had ever seen her. Her hair flew in ragged strands around her face as she slid on her knees to his side. She held his hand tightly, her other hand hovering around his slackened face, shaking violently.
"Father", she whispered, barely audible. She sounded like a small lost child. "Take it." He gestured weakly to an oddly gleaming tear, a memory. It was like reality hit a second time, he was leaving her. Her hand whipped out impatiently towards Hal, the other still gripping Mortimer's limp hand, her eye's never leaving his face. Hal urged Helen for a vial, soon it was in Lyra's trembling hands. She was intently focused on not losing a single molecule of his past, hand steadied by sheer will.
"Please," she was begging him now, proud Lyra, who never begged for anything in her life, but this. She lifted his hand to her face, holding it against her cheek. He looked at Hal's eyes, and a moment later he was gone. She seemed to drown in the emptiness of the eyes she knew so well, like she left with him. She spoke without realizing, "Dad? Daddy?" Her voice cracked, she reached out and closed his eyes, gently as if touching a cloud. All at once she noticed his bleeding neck, Nagini's bite marks, his slumped posture. She started rocking, face contorted in horror.
Hal touched her shoulder, hesitantly, "Lyra..." She violently shrugged off his hand, her hands raised, fingers bent like talons, and she screamed. Hal felt a knife stab his heart at the sound, he'd never seen her like this, pain so unhidden and, burning. She fell forward on her hands as if her body gave out, forehead pressed to his hand and sobbed desperately, like it took everything in her not to die then and there.
Hal was suddenly on the floor with her, holding her tightly. He suffered at her pain, it was like she had lost Arawn all over again, but the father that was there for over a decade, a decade! She began to calm in his embrace, and saw Mortimer's wand, the ebony intricately carved. She instinctively grabbed it, gazing at it like it was the last remaining remnant of him. She seemed aware that she had a corpse this time, and sent his body somewhere safe. While they were still inside, she recklessly pointed his wand to the ceiling, sending amazing flames spiraling across the building. The Trio started to panic, and she met Hal's eyes. He knew, she was asking him to kill Asra for her.
She had always thought he would kill Asra, but her eyes told him he would not be allowed to fail. That he must kill him for her now, not just himself. She strode out with a purpose and they followed, avoiding the flames.
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