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Fiona POV

No. This can't be possible. How did the wights find this meangrie? Was Miss Wren tortured? Maybe it was my friends. No. It can't be. They only left a couple minutes ago.

Suddenly I hear a loud, ear piercing, scream. Claire. I try to get away from the cliff but there's too many soldiers around me. Pushing and shoving me.

"Claire!" I yell in my Irish accent. I probably wasn't heard over all the commotion. I open my mouth to yell again but then I get violently shoved. I tumbled past the edge and off the cliff. trying to hold onto a ledge or a branch but I was falling to fast.

No! You can make some plants grow to catch me or soften my fall …

I think about it, realizing that the only way I could survive. I start making a nearby branch grow but when I reached it it wasn't big enough. Only long enough to give me a splinter in my arm but I couldn't feel the pain. I looked down and saw that the only way was to make a branch grow around the bottom of the cliff but I was too far away.

You can't make it. You need to accept your death.

I actually thought I'd be fine, word would get out soon and everyone would come back for Claire.

And you, I thought but it was buried behind my brain. When I actually took notice of it, I panicked.

NO! I don't want to die today, in this place, overrun by wights.

I reached the ground, ready to break all my bones. I was getting closer then suddenly I touched the ground, softly. No. More like the ground was a pillow. I placed my palm on the ground. It was rock hard again.

"You're alive!" a pale, almost transparent elder man said, "Good, now do you think you're strong enough to apparate?"

I'm a peculiar and yet I'm dazed over what is happening. I wanted to ask but then I realized I hardly say anything to my friends. Why would I be talking to this stranger?

"Are you mute?" the man asked.

I shook my head.

"Please, you've got to answer me."

I took that in great consideration.

You had a chance to speak to your friends a long time ago. Now you don't. If you talked to this man, maybe there would be a way.

"Yes, I'm fine," I replied quickly.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

I took a deep breath and repeated it.

"Great. Now let's get out of here."

"I hope you don't mind if I ask who are you?"

"I'm Albus Dumbledore. The half ghost of him."

"Half ghost?"

"Oh yes. I've found a way to be in heaven and a ghost. Harry is sure happy to meet his parents."

"Um, who's Harry?"

"Harry Potter of course."

I took a deep breath and nodded along like I understood.