Words Before Death

I thought Jane Victoria had it?

“Welp I guess I’m the next Voldemort...” *divides into tenth hocrux* *dies dramaticly* “t-this didn’t work out correctly...”

"My funeral had better be DANK and DARK with the Grim Reaper as the ceremony leader. That ish is gonna be cool as hEck."

Phoebe McCrary wrote: "My funeral had better be DANK and DARK with the Grim Reaper as the ceremony leader. That ish is gonna be cool as hEck."

Honest that’s how I want my funeral (ooc) 

Stella Rose wrote: 13 Dec 2018, 02:18

Stella Rose wrote: 5 Dec 2018, 03:21

Lily Gray wrote: 5 Dec 2018, 03:16

Stella Rose wrote: 5 Dec 2018, 02:49

Lily Gray wrote: 5 Dec 2018, 01:32

Jumping up and down she screamed “ no fair!”

Sets off a nuclear bomb and kills everyone except for the annoying immortal people and herself. "Just hand it over already."

“Never!”

*sighs* "Accio Philosopher's Stone!!" *takes stone* "Amateurs." *walks away*

Nope.

Actually, that's the Philosopher's Stone, not the Resurrection Stone, so Koko has Resurrection stone. *Mighty evil laugh*

Amber had been strong in her battle, she seemed to deny that she was sick but even she knew when it was time to slip away. Amber handed a small letter to those at her side a whispered a few last words "Send this to my parents"

For twenty years the daughter of the Smith family had been missing but no one had ever seemed to notice her missing. That was until a small owl had arrived at their doorstep with a letter.

Dear Mother and Father,

At this moment I draw my fading breath knowing you would never have been at my side had I been forced to stay with you. You suppressed me and who I was and told me that I should never show who I am. But here I am living and dying in a world that is just like me. So dwell in that, dwell on the fact that I found joy despite your best efforts, that I am free. I made a few friends that send me off in this tough time, they did much better than you in many things. I now fly away on they soft journey into the clouds as I say this one last goodbye.
Sincerely, Amber

Her parents dwelt on that as the fact that they were perhaps wrong to her sunk in. There would be Amber's last words, in the form of the writing that she had always loved to read.

I will always love you

I may not be with you, but I will be there in your memory.

”Koko!” The boy, the one with blonde hair and blue-grey eyes, was screeching. It was a battle, a battle against a different alliance. The Muggle government in London had been taken over by former Death Eaters, former Death Eates who had wanted revenge on the death of their master.

Koko and Cyrus, the boy, had been on the side of the new government—only to recently betray them. They were only nineteen years old, but they had been dating for over a year. Only nineteen, and fighting a war they were sure to lose. Cyrus had always been the one to fight for what he believed to be right—when they had been in primary school, one for purebloods, he had fought against Koko’s bullies. But While Koko was fine with fighting, she didn’t like to do it physically. Nor even with magic. No, she preferred to take a stealthy approach.

Koko glanced at Cyrus. He seemed horrified, and to her terror, he had a blade protruding from his abdomen. ”It hurrrts...” He breathed, and as he exhaled that last breath he dropped down dead on the battlefield.

Koko brandished her wand in one hand, her dagger in the other (one good thing about being ambidextrous), and looked around for whoever might have stabbed him. She made her way to where Cy was lying on the bloodstained ground. It was clear that he wasn’t breathing. Koko didn’t want to lose hope, but when all hope was long gone it wasn’t easy to find any. She closed his eyelids and muttered a Latin farewell that she had once read in a book: ”Ave atque vale, Cyrus Darsel.” Hail and farewell.

A gunshot rang behind her. No. No, this can’t be happening! Koko thought, her hazel eyes widening as she finally looked up to see Dekl, the leader of the government, holding her at gunpoint. He’d already shot her arm, and there was a flaming agony coming from it. ”Y-you killed him!” Koko shouted through the pain.

The triumphant grin on Dekl’s face gave it all away.

”You’re dead to me. I will k—“

A final gunshot echoed throughout the prairie. “Retreat,” Dekl called, finally, leaving a poor girl to die behind him.


And that, my friends, is how Koko Riddle might die.

I told you I was sick, you mother- *deth*