Subject: The hole in the child's head joined the two stakes jutting out of her two hearts.
Posted on: 2016-10-19 00:48:56 UTC

"Mother," She said in rasped breaths. "Why?" She slumps over, dead.

There's a sharp pain in Aviator's stomach, the unmistakable psychic signature of her daughter returning.

The flames grow hotter, larger. The Rose Potters are quickly consumed by the flames, though a male figure stumbles out of it and into The Aviator's arms. Burned beyond recognition.

"Rina..." The man says, the voice revealing it to be Alex. He slumps over, dead.

In the flames, two silhouetted figures appear, an older male and a younger... female?

John and Mary.

Little Miss Mary.

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