Title: Family Portrait
Author: The Angelic Vampire
Characters: Hermione, Voldemort
Rating: R-ish (to be sure)
Disclaimer: It isn't mine, but that doesn't mean I can play with the characters and promise to put them back when I'm done, right? Euhm, is this a good time to mention, I'm a bit amnesic, when it comes down to returning borrowed things? No? Okay then, smiles innocently as only a good little Slytherin can
Warning: Let's just say, this isn't meant to be a jolly scene and leave it at that. Wouldn't want to be giving it away now , would I? Just one more thing… DARK SCENE! (sort of)
Distribution: Sure, just let me know where it's heading, thanks
A/N: Hi, this is just something that welled up. I don't think, this'll make it into a full-scale fic, so I've decided to just post this. It's something that evokes something deep inside of me, and that's why I decided to share it. Don't ask me where it came from, it just popped up. Normally I'm not really one to just post one scene, but this… this was just something I couldn't let stay hidden underneath all of the other ideas I've yet to decide whether I'll bury them, or use them.
Anyway, I hope you'll get shivers up and down your spines after reading this 'vignette'. It's what I'm aiming for after all, grins
Enjoy.
In our family portrait
we look pretty happy
We look pretty normal
Let's go back to that
Voldemort's eyes seemed alight as he locked eyes with the powerful witch. His own power twirling so very visible in those blood red pools of madness.
"Do you see now, do you see the darkness now, heiress of Grindelwald?" Voldemort asked, his voice suave, trying to ensnare her into his seductive web.
Hermione's chocolate brown eyes locked with his ruby red ones as she nodded once. Shivering as she let herself see what the man wanted her to see, and see it she did.
"I see"
Voldemort smiled as he turned away from her, looking at the equipment for torture, trying to decide which other tools the girl should use on her adoptive parents after the daggers, still clasped in her palms. Pleasure seemed to be thrumming through his veins, and the girl watched almost detachedly how he was caressing implements he wanted her to use, things he would force her to use on those she had loved for so long now.
Hermione looked at her parents, while his back was turned.
The mask cracked as a tear rolled down her cheek, and both her parents nodded once, sad smiles flitting across their features.
Hermione kissed her father's cheek, then turned to her mother to do the same.
She pulled back as she looked at her parents closing their eyes.
"oh yes, I see it now"
And plunged the daggers into her parent's hearts, closing her own eyes, as she was sprayed by thick warm liquid.
Voldemort whirled around at the sound of blades being impaled in the cavities of their chests.
With a horrifying slurp, she pulled one blade out, the one she'd killed her mother with as she turned towards Voldemort.
Hermione opened her eyes, madness creeping into her own gaze.
"Quite clearly really."
She smiled serenely, as if she was unaware that she'd just been drenched in her parents blood. Voldemort's eyes flamed up as he took in her insolence, and apparent rejection of his proposal.
"You will live to regret that decision, young one" Voldemort hissed.
Hermione looked at him once more, the peaceful smile still in place.
"You know" She spoke softly, calmly. "I really don't think so…."
And drove the dagger into her own heart, the last thing she saw was Voldemort's eyes widen before everything went blissfully black.
In our family portrait
we look pretty happy
We look pretty normal
Let's go back to that
A/N²:
I hope you all liked it.