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There's a strange line through the middle of the piece, but my internet is super slow, so I can't re-upload the file till Monday. x_x;; Sorry guys!!

Vivian Wyndham (c) *MagicRinger
Kempley Vitious (C) *MikachuAttack
HP franchise (c) J.K.Rowling
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I normally don't do trades butttt I make exceptions for friends XD Go check out Moe's stuff~~<3

HNGHHHHHH this took me forever, but I just had to live up to the beautiful half of the trade *MagicRinger did. ; A;

I tend to do trades in the opposite fashion (so if they did something happy and airy, I'll do something dark). I've been dying to draw something dark and HP related for a while too, so this was perfect.

Aaand I know the astronomy tower balcony is a LOT simpler but I fail at drawing backgrounds so I hid my fail background/balcony drawing skills with a lot of default Illustrator vectors XD

Little mini oneshot/story to go along with this picture~~ XD I got really lazy towards the end. OTL
Justtt as a note, Kempley is NOT a Death Eater but she does work for the Carrows as someone who finds students and throws them into the dungeons/detention, or a hall monitor or whatever. So she works for the Dark Lord but doesn't have a Death Eater's mark, if that makes sense...I still haven't figured it out quite yet. I'm totally open for suggestions X_X;;

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Kempley looked over the Astronomy Tower's railing, her hands white and shaking against the rusted metal. Not even a year ago, the school's former Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, had died here in this very place. Murdered by the hand of the current Headmaster, Severus Snape, by the killing curse.

Avada Kedavra.

It almost echoed through the walls. Kempley shuddered though there was no wind and cast her eyes towards the dark sky--she hadn't seen the sun in nearly a year. She hadn't seen many things in the past year--her friends, her family--at least not what she used to see. Her bestfriend had followed Draco to the Dark Lord's stronghold, the Malfoy mansion, and her own family had fled (she had been notified to come with them but she just couldn't leave). Ace, her other bestfriend and cousin had also joined the Dark Lord for their protection. Kempley herself, a woman of noble lineage, was chosen to work under the Carrows. She hated the mask she had to wear every day as she walked the corridors--she didn't even attend classes anymore, unless it was to grab a student to throw into the dungeons--sneering at others and seeing their scared faces looking back up at her, familiar but so distant.

What she hated more was the fact that they knew. They all knew she was being beaten down. Kempley could see the way her Ravenclaw friends would look at her with disdain and worry, and how her Slytherin friends would see her falling and know she was not cut out for this--she was good as dead. She didn't deserve to be such a close service to the Dark Lord, she was scared not loyal.

What Kempley hated most was the look Neville Longbottom--her long time Herbology partner and once close friend--would give her. She could feel the way his eyes ghosted over her own sunken features, as if trying to see if she was still herself underneath the dark cover. To see if anything exchanged between them during the past year at Hogwarts was still in her memory--yes, Kempley recalled, they had almost been together-- but she had broken him. It made Kempley want to retch every time she would see him in a classroom or corridor, bruised and bloodied from a detention that he received for standing up for himself and his classmates. How she wished to run and scoop him up (he was so tall now, could she even offer him comfort?) into her arms and hex the Carrows for inflicting him with such pain.

But then they would both be as good as dead.

She was so alone.

"Columbia."

A familiar voice, also sullen and deepened from the sorrows of the past year, called to the tall girl from behind her. Kempley turned around to face a former professor and friend, Vivian Wyndham. The woman's once lively purple hair now held a tint of black and grey--one of the only signs of age she held. She had been one of the professors (besides Professor Sprout) that Kempley had grown fond of and close to throughout her years at Hogwarts--now they barely spoke, if even saw each other. One wondered if the other was alive if they hadn't seen each other in a while.

"Ms. Wyndham," Kempley breathed, turning back around to face the landscape. They were only supposed to refer to each other formally, even if they were alone. The Carrows were quite strict when it came to power levels.

With a curt nod, Vivian stepped closer, joining Kempley against the railing. She took a close look at the girl and furrowed her eyebrows--her skin had gotten to be nearly white--the only color she seemed to retain were the red bags beneath her eyes. With a sigh she realized she probably didn't look much better--no one did nowadays.

"Columbia, you really should be getting rest. It's quite late."

"I can not sleep. I haven't been able to sleep in weeks."

"It looks as if you haven't been eating either. Columbia, if you die--"

"Perhaps things would be better."

Vivian glanced at her former student and sighed softly through her nose, "Do not be so selfish, Ms. Vitious." The woman looked sternly at the girl beside her, wearing an expression she had not used since things had gotten bad. Kempley seemed to look surprised. "Your death would only be in favor of the Carrows and the Dark Lord. If you are gone, they will find someone else to take your place."

Kempley furrowed her eyebrows and turned away, her expression once again somber.

"Mr. Longbottom would probably be in worse shape than he is in now, both physically and emotionally, you know."

"I broke him." Kempley did not turn away from the landscape but her eyes seemed to harden. Her voice cracked, "It was not meant to be. All I am here for is destruction, I can not live to see the lives of all these other people--"

"Sometimes you must sacrifice your own happiness and emotions for the time being in order to seek an even greater happiness in the end." Vivian placed her right hand upon the girl's own right hand, and stroked her shoulder with the left. "Life is valuable, Kempley," she whispered, glancing down at her own form, "just make sure your heart remains pure. In the end, you will help the others."

A gush of cold wind blew past them both, whistling loudly through the iron bars of the balcony. Vivian managed to smile sadly through the biting cold, still keeping her hand upon her students'.

"We will all find out purpose in the end."

I love you.

"Yes."

I love you.
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***The first 'I love you' was meant to be from Vivian to Snape, and the second was meant to be from Kempley to Neville. Yeahhhh I suck at writing so it probably didn't make much sense. XD

Description
There's a strange line through the middle of the piece, but my internet is super slow, so I can't re-upload the file till Monday. x_x;; Sorry guys!!

Vivian Wyndham (c) *MagicRinger
Kempley Vitious (C) *MikachuAttack
HP franchise (c) J.K.Rowling
---

I normally don't do trades butttt I make exceptions for friends XD Go check out Moe's stuff~~<3

HNGHHHHHH this took me forever, but I just had to live up to the beautiful half of the trade *MagicRinger did. ; A;

I tend to do trades in the opposite fashion (so if they did something happy and airy, I'll do something dark). I've been dying to draw something dark and HP related for a while too, so this was perfect.

Aaand I know the astronomy tower balcony is a LOT simpler but I fail at drawing backgrounds so I hid my fail background/balcony drawing skills with a lot of default Illustrator vectors XD

Little mini oneshot/story to go along with this picture~~ XD I got really lazy towards the end. OTL
Justtt as a note, Kempley is NOT a Death Eater but she does work for the Carrows as someone who finds students and throws them into the dungeons/detention, or a hall monitor or whatever. So she works for the Dark Lord but doesn't have a Death Eater's mark, if that makes sense...I still haven't figured it out quite yet. I'm totally open for suggestions X_X;;

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Kempley looked over the Astronomy Tower's railing, her hands white and shaking against the rusted metal. Not even a year ago, the school's former Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, had died here in this very place. Murdered by the hand of the current Headmaster, Severus Snape, by the killing curse.

Avada Kedavra.

It almost echoed through the walls. Kempley shuddered though there was no wind and cast her eyes towards the dark sky--she hadn't seen the sun in nearly a year. She hadn't seen many things in the past year--her friends, her family--at least not what she used to see. Her bestfriend had followed Draco to the Dark Lord's stronghold, the Malfoy mansion, and her own family had fled (she had been notified to come with them but she just couldn't leave). Ace, her other bestfriend and cousin had also joined the Dark Lord for their protection. Kempley herself, a woman of noble lineage, was chosen to work under the Carrows. She hated the mask she had to wear every day as she walked the corridors--she didn't even attend classes anymore, unless it was to grab a student to throw into the dungeons--sneering at others and seeing their scared faces looking back up at her, familiar but so distant.

What she hated more was the fact that they knew. They all knew she was being beaten down. Kempley could see the way her Ravenclaw friends would look at her with disdain and worry, and how her Slytherin friends would see her falling and know she was not cut out for this--she was good as dead. She didn't deserve to be such a close service to the Dark Lord, she was scared not loyal.

What Kempley hated most was the look Neville Longbottom--her long time Herbology partner and once close friend--would give her. She could feel the way his eyes ghosted over her own sunken features, as if trying to see if she was still herself underneath the dark cover. To see if anything exchanged between them during the past year at Hogwarts was still in her memory--yes, Kempley recalled, they had almost been together-- but she had broken him. It made Kempley want to retch every time she would see him in a classroom or corridor, bruised and bloodied from a detention that he received for standing up for himself and his classmates. How she wished to run and scoop him up (he was so tall now, could she even offer him comfort?) into her arms and hex the Carrows for inflicting him with such pain.

But then they would both be as good as dead.

She was so alone.

"Columbia."

A familiar voice, also sullen and deepened from the sorrows of the past year, called to the tall girl from behind her. Kempley turned around to face a former professor and friend, Vivian Wyndham. The woman's once lively purple hair now held a tint of black and grey--one of the only signs of age she held. She had been one of the professors (besides Professor Sprout) that Kempley had grown fond of and close to throughout her years at Hogwarts--now they barely spoke, if even saw each other. One wondered if the other was alive if they hadn't seen each other in a while.

"Ms. Wyndham," Kempley breathed, turning back around to face the landscape. They were only supposed to refer to each other formally, even if they were alone. The Carrows were quite strict when it came to power levels.

With a curt nod, Vivian stepped closer, joining Kempley against the railing. She took a close look at the girl and furrowed her eyebrows--her skin had gotten to be nearly white--the only color she seemed to retain were the red bags beneath her eyes. With a sigh she realized she probably didn't look much better--no one did nowadays.

"Columbia, you really should be getting rest. It's quite late."

"I can not sleep. I haven't been able to sleep in weeks."

"It looks as if you haven't been eating either. Columbia, if you die--"

"Perhaps things would be better."

Vivian glanced at her former student and sighed softly through her nose, "Do not be so selfish, Ms. Vitious." The woman looked sternly at the girl beside her, wearing an expression she had not used since things had gotten bad. Kempley seemed to look surprised. "Your death would only be in favor of the Carrows and the Dark Lord. If you are gone, they will find someone else to take your place."

Kempley furrowed her eyebrows and turned away, her expression once again somber.

"Mr. Longbottom would probably be in worse shape than he is in now, both physically and emotionally, you know."

"I broke him." Kempley did not turn away from the landscape but her eyes seemed to harden. Her voice cracked, "It was not meant to be. All I am here for is destruction, I can not live to see the lives of all these other people--"

"Sometimes you must sacrifice your own happiness and emotions for the time being in order to seek an even greater happiness in the end." Vivian placed her right hand upon the girl's own right hand, and stroked her shoulder with the left. "Life is valuable, Kempley," she whispered, glancing down at her own form, "just make sure your heart remains pure. In the end, you will help the others."

A gush of cold wind blew past them both, whistling loudly through the iron bars of the balcony. Vivian managed to smile sadly through the biting cold, still keeping her hand upon her students'.

"We will all find out purpose in the end."

I love you.

"Yes."

I love you.
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***The first 'I love you' was meant to be from Vivian to Snape, and the second was meant to be from Kempley to Neville. Yeahhhh I suck at writing so it probably didn't make much sense. XD