I am very sorry to those who do not like plotless darkness, but as it seems to be my specialty, I'm going to roll with it. As for the excessiveness of it in this one, that can be attributed to reading one that is twice as disturbing and the recurring need to dispel the emo-ness from my system. To those of you who enjoy this crap, well, Bon Appétit
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She sees through her own eyes, getting up, eating breakfast. Jokes with her father, sticks her tongue out at her brother's teasing, a lecture from her mother that her skirt is just too short. It is normal, everyday life. She goes to the local pool, swimming with her friends and laughing and smiling and teasing and crushing on those boys she'd always known that had somehow, inexplicably, become cute over the school year. Normal, summer days. Happiness, and nothing feels at all out of place, which should have been her first clue that something is wrong. Lazy, irresponsable, no worries.
She been stupid and naive and so Goddamned trusting that she didn't realize it was fake until the veil over her eyes was lifted and she found herself in a puddle of blood, soaking into her hands, her clothes, under her fingernails.
She saw the men in black cloaks, smiling at her and something behind her, just out of her line of vision. She shouldn't have turned around, should have suspected something when nothing hurt at all, but she didn't, because she was still stupidly naive.
And there they were, but they weren't. Because that couldn't be her parents. Couldn't be her brother, and her friends, and her life, cut up into so many pieces she can hardly tell who's who and what's what, more blood than she ever thought could exist in one place, and it's on her hands.
She's hears the jeering of the men in black cloaks, Death Eaters, she learns later on, and yet she feels deaf and all she can do is stare. Because that is her family. That is her life.
And now it is gone and they're still laughing.
The last thing she hears before fainting is "Morsemordre" and then all is black.
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In the point of view of a muggle-born witch who is home for the summer holidays during Voldemort's rise to power. Not sure if it's the first or second one, but that doesn't really matter. To those of you who don't remember, Morsemordre is the spell used to summon the Dark Mark. And our poor little muggle-born friend was under a variation of the Imperius Curse that shows an illusion of every day life, harshly ripped away at the casters will.
Fun, eh?
Toodles!
-L.H.
P.S. One last thing, aforementioned witch was left completely unharmed. Death Eaters are evil like that.