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Hot on the trail, Annie pounded through the forest, one foot after another. Being a reporter and editor, she was always searching for the next story, and this was the newest and biggest story that had yet to reach the papers. She was going to have it first before anyone else could get to it and ruin her reputation of being on top. She had to be on top, it was a need, the thing that drove her to the very edge of insanity.

The night sky was looming overhead and the moon shone brightly upon the thick forest. The tip of her wand was illuminated, giving a little more light to the path of earth and leaves. The adrenaline pumping throughout Ana’s veins drowned out the sounds of the night life, lucky they weren’t a distraction to her. One wrong move and she could end up dead. 

They called him the Kedavra Killer. He was found to be a muggle, as there was never signs of magic anywhere on the body, only stab wounds all over the bodies of the victims, all wizards. A Muggle hunting wizards. So far, however, the victims all seemed to be naive and trusting, but not Annie. She would never fall for any of that silly Muggle stuff. They wouldn’t get her.

But then why was she running at full speed in a forest of unknowns? Why was her chest seemingly frozen with a dozen screams of terror? What was happening and why was she so scared?

She stopped momentarily to catch her breath, her hands lifted above her head and her face twisted in pain, lungs gasping and reaching for air. But there was a sound behind her. A sudden, loud twig snapping. Annie reached for her wand and whispered in a harsh voice into the night, “Who goes there? Show yourself or I swear I’ll kill you on the spot!” Her voice was hushed, but serious and she was hoping that it was hiding the fact that her whole body was trembling in terror.

Dear Uncle,

I’m not sure you are truly dying, but as I don’t actually know your current state of health, I will just say that I hope you are not dying. Unfortunately, as much as I would love to set fire to that hell hole, I can’t. You see, two of my friends are currently there, and I would quite like to see them alive again. I fear setting fire to the place would be a conflict of interest.

However, I will send you a book and a fresh prophet. Better yet, I will come stop by with them, since I’m going to be at the hospital anyway. Perhaps seeing my gorgeous, traitorous face will inspire you to live another day. For you too, will be able to look this good one day, should they come up with a magical elixir that restores youth.

If my Mother or Bellatrix or anyone else is around when I arrive, plan for me to hex them on sight. It will not be pretty.

Dear Uncle Cygnus,

I must admit, I am surprised to receive your letter. While you may not have ever shown any ill will towards me, I didn’t expect to hear from you, especially as Mother has been particularly fond of burning individuals off the tapestry that have anything to do with me. Yes, I heard about what she did to poor Uncle Alphard after his death, all because he’d likely forgotten to change his will. Honestly, it wasn’t as if the money he left me was much of anything. Enough for me to survive on though, which was all I needed.

I can only hope that I will accomplish something great in the future. I have not always been the best at planning what is to come. You’re probably familiar with the fact that I fly by the seat of my pants.

I appreciate your kind words, and I do hope your family isn’t driving you mad. As much as I don’t look forward to graduation, I have to admit that freedom sounds incredible to me.