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Dean Thomas (artisgratia) wrote in pandorarpg,

Dean felt like he was suffused in a sea of red pain. It was almost as though everything hurt so much that it could hardly hurt anymore.

He was wrong. He'd only suspected that this woman had killed Harry. He didn't know for sure. But she admitted it, gloried in it, told him what she did...

Dean's eyes opened, rage in them. Penny, Seamus's mum, Harry - they were all dead, because of this witch. With a growl and a burst of sheer adrenaline, Dean pitched himself forward, trying to ignore the pain in his left foot and right arm.

He flung himself at her, the full weight of his sizable form behind the movement and took her down. Behind her, on the floor were shards of broken glass, and other bits of debris not to mention the legs of the furniture around them. he could only hope he hurt her enough to gain a brief upper hand.