The girl who ended the Dark Lord.
Summary: Someone has to kill him. And she is that someone.
She was never one who wanted to end all evil. Never the one to give money to those who needed it. And she didn't believe in good and evil, she never believed that there was a difference between those two. She believed it was all about rules and those who did or didn't obey them. It was all about power in the end.
But then everything changed. He killed her parents, didn't know that she was there, that she was watching, if he had he would have killed her too. And everything inside her went cold. Her stomach turned into ice. And she didn't cry. She became something she had never believed in, she became a hero. Even though she didn't know by then.
She became determined. She would kill him. She would make him pay, oh yes he would pay! And he would cry, he would beg to death, and merciful girl she was, she would kill him. Maybe she wouldn't make him beg. She didn't think she would enjoy torturing him. She didn't think she would enjoy anything again.
In fact, she doubted that she would feel anything again. She didn't feel fear. She fought with thousands of death eaters and yet she didn't fear. She didn't feel pain. How many times they hit with curses, how many times she suffered physical injuries, she didn't feel pain. She didn't feel sadness. He killed her parents, but she never felt the sadness of losing them. All she felt was numbness.
And then the day of the final battle arrived. And she was there. And he was there. She did what she was ought to do. She fought herself through the outer circle of death eaters. She reached the deadly middle where he was. He was firing spells to everything in a reach of fifty meters. He caused pain and death.
She didn't say something, she didn't do anything dramatic, as they do in movies. She watched him. Then she took out her wand and pointed it at him. Slowly she muttered the words. "Avada Kedavra." Exactly the words that killed her parents so brutal.
Her curse hit him and he fall. After years of fighting it was all over. And still did Pansy didn't feel a thing.