Instead of bottling it up, Alani decided to tell everyone. While everyone was eating Breakfast together it was a happy and exited mood because their lost loved ones were now alive. Alani stood up at the end of the table and everyone looked at her. "I have something that I have to tell you..." she said with a smile. "What is it?" Artemas asked. "Long story short, the spell backfired and I'm dying." she blurted out, everyone's faces dropped. "I estimate I have a day left, maybe less. Good news, I have a way to kill my Father, and no one else can die because when I did the spell I gave all of you a hundred years. Meaning that none of you will die until you are older than a hundred." Alani chimed, she was trying to act happy, but deep down she was scared, she didn't want to die, she was too young. "Surely you of all people can cure yourself? Right... You literally just brought back a hundred dead people..." Fred spoke in a shaky voice, he was scared for her and he was scared to loose her. "Yes, I could, but I am rotting away-" Alani lifted up her shirt, her stomach had already started turning green, grey and blue in colour. "If I save myself now my organs will fail later, either way I'm dying before I turn Eighteen. So I'm going to kill Voldemort tomorrow." Alani affirmed. 