Utter the killing curse

Her wand pointed at Ginny, the woman who cause Harry to be stuck in this body by no fault of her own. Rose see the green spell unloads at Ginny chest from her own wand. She can't believe it she's the one who kill the woman she used to love. The woman who she wanted to kiss in the common room a year ago.

Ginny Weasley, her body slump onto the floor. Her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling, a look of profound surprise etched onto her features.

Rose looked at her own wand, the wood feeling slick and foreign in her trembling hand. She had done it. She had crossed the final, unforgivable line. The boy who was destined to save the world had just murdered the girl he loved in the name of the man who sought to destroy it. The irony was so perfect, so absolute, it was almost beautiful.

A wave of something cold and sharp washed over her, not guilt, not yet, but a profound and terrifying emptiness. She was hollowed out, a vessel scraped clean.

Voldemort let out a long, slow hiss of approval, the sound of a snake digesting its prey. "Excellent," he breathed, his voice a balm on her newly broken soul. "Perfect. You are truly mine now. Potter first kill, all for me. Come here."

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