her name is sacred now. dorcas meadowes, the witch who always worked alone, who always covered her tracks as best she could. the witch who evaded the death eaters so many times, voldemort himself was the only one who could track her down. lots of people tell stories of that night. some say that she never once made a noise, even though you-know-who tortured her relentlessly before eventually growing bored and finally ending her in a flash of green. some say she laughed when she saw him face to face and hissed “do your worst”. some say she almost got away with a clever trick, but someone sold her out. they all say the same though: she didn’t die easy.
No quería a nadie que no fueras tú. Pero si me dijeras que te has enamorado de otra persona y que eres feliz, no insistiría. Por mucho que me doliera. —Hizo una mueca y susurró—: Siempre te querré, Julianne, me quieras tú o no. Eres mi cielo. Y mi infierno.