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Astoria Greengrass sucked in a breath, pain bursting in black spots across her eyes. She was dead, or at least dying. Screams were coming from all around her. Screams of pain, screams of hatred and screams of loss. But why could she hear them? They were never going to win this war! Why wouldn't she die! You weren't supposed to feel pain when you crossed to the other side so why could she still feel the aching pain in her lungs. Each breath felt as though a knife was being scraped against her lungs, every movement felt as though someone was digging a rusty sword through her muscles and bones. Why wouldn't someone save her? Agony was much, much worse than death. She didn't care what anyone else said!

"I'm dead. I didn't even get a chance to say I loved my family! What kind of a cruel sick world is this?" she moaned, rolling over and spitting out blood. Wait, that meant that she was alive. But who would make her survive through this? What kind of a cruel person wouldn't finish their job?

Astoria groaned and gripped her ribs, rolling back onto her back and trying to find something that didn't hurt. What had happened? She couldn't remember. Everything was blurred together. She could remember the explosion, the loud boom and then rocks hurtling towards her. So why hadn't she died? That Weasley boy had died! Why couldn't she be put out of her misery?

"Help!" she croaked, the thick, red blood dribbling onto her chin and covering her lips with a salty lipstick. She placed her hand on her head and groaned, that hurt even worse than her ribs, than her lungs. Than anything else on her body. "Help!" Her voice barely carried six inches, no one was within range to hear it.

She was going to die there. She was going to bleed out and no one would even be able to put her in a real grave! They would burn her here and she would die! She finally found her real fear was. It was being forgotten, it was being dead, it was both at the same time! She would die and she would be forgotten!

Despair settled over her like a blanket. She rolled onto her side, tears falling down her cheeks. Her breath came in rapid gasps. She was never going to survive. No one was going to find her. She was going to die! Despair was another of her fears. It sucked her brain out and made her think things that she never would before. But she was scared, terrified of not being found. Terrified of being stuck down in the castle and never making it out. "Oh, God! Someone help me!" she finally screamed, her eyes closed and her wounds aching with every movement and every breath that she took.