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Then it happened. Bolts of different coloured lights were flying around, lethal and fatal, half every intent of death and half with the goal of capture. Somehow, Ascella found herself back to back with Potter and behind his godfather. She was keeping an eye on Hermione and Luna as she and he fired off defensive and offensive spells to keep themselves safe. It might have been at least five minutes before everything went...wrong. Ascella was one who saw it coming, the emerald light flying towards Black, akin to Potter's eyes, she truly didn't know why she thought that. A step and a small shove and the bolt of lightning meant for her uncle...hit her. The first thing she could see, as shadows took over her sight, her father's eyes widening in utter terror, her mother's mouth opening to release a banshee's wail of sheer horror. Bellatrix moved to take a step and as much as Rodolphus wanted to as well, he instead took hold of her and they ran down a corridor. Next was Potter's heartbroken howl before he scrambled after the two older Lestranges and Hermione's scream of denial. Luna's sobs were a surprise, to be honest, louder than she thought they might be. She felt herself fall into Sirius, him holding her in his lap, as they sunk to the fall. He held her tightly before whispering the words, "Please Cella, why?" But the fifteen year old didn't have the chance to answer her silver lost their spark of life, her hand falling to cold, filthy ground. Ascella Rowan Lestrange...was dead.
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