A/N: This is for Dear. Dark. Destiny's "3rd Annual Can You Write a Romance?" competition. My characters were Cho Chang and Crabbe (which I interpreted as Crabbe Sr.) and I had to use the work abomination three times.

Warnings: There are dark themes, violence, torture, killing, cross-gen relationship and slight sexual mentions in this story. Please do not read it if any of those make you uncomfortable.

xXx Chapter One xXx

xXx The Creation of an Abomination xXx

Staring at the wand pointed in her face, Cho crumpled. With Harry Potter dead, she couldn't see a positive end to this war, not for her anyway; she had been on the losing side, that meant she was now nothing but a piece of trash to be discarded. Logically, she should continue to fight to the end and take out as much Death Eater scum as possible, but faced with her own mortality and no hope left, she just dropped to her knees, allowing her wand to hit the ground with a clatter and roll away. She stared at that wand pointed in her face, praying that if she was quiet maybe, just maybe, she could live. To her relief, the color she saw before blacking out and remembering nothing more was red.

When she came to, Cho found herself strapped down to a table, every inch of her body held securely to the hard surface so she had no wiggle room. She had a very limited view of a stone ceiling and walls, although everything to the sides was layered in shadow. Her entire body tensed and her stomach felt sick, the feeling doubling when her skin prickled and she realized she was naked. In the face of the inability to do something more constructive to her situation, she did the only logical thing she could think of; she screamed. The sounded echoed harshly, sounding flat and despairing.

"Oh wook, the widdle girl is awake and she's sca-a-a-ared..." The taunting voice reached her ears as the woman walked into the room from a door that was out of her view. "The Dark Lord said that I get to play with you, and we might let you live if you sing pretty for us."

Before Cho could ask what the woman met, she gasped in surprise as a knife flashed against her skin, the shock keeping her oblivious for several heartbeats before the pain set in and she whimpered. There was a scrape of metal on metal, and after a moment something hot was pressed against the newly made wound, the pain coming instantly this time and forcing a shriek from her throat. Some oddly rational point of her brain that wasn't obsessed with the pain at that moment told her that the burning was to cauterize the wound so she didn't bleed out before they finished with her, and she felt cold at the idea that this was going to take a long time.

As she saw the glint of the knife from the corner of her eye, Cho began to babble. Anything in the slightest she thought would help her survive, she told to the Death Eater, having no idea what the woman was looking for, but desperate to stop the pain. Still, the knife slide across her time and time again, and she could feel the blood trickling across her body that had leaked out of the wounds before they had been cauterized. Any time she started to get faint from the pain and her words trailed off, she was hit with Crucios, making her screams echo once more.

Once her entire life story, her entire mind's knowledge, had spilled from her lips in gasps and sobs, Cho was greeted with blessed stillness. No more demands, no more cackles, no new pain, although her entire body ached all over. Her bindings were released, and she was yanked off the table and onto the slick floor before her sadistic torturer left the room. She dragged her injured body into a corner where she sobbed.

All too soon, the door opened as the bitch returned. Cho was yanked up by her hair and forced to stand on legs that could barely support her weight while a potion was forced down her throat. Her first thought was that it was poison, but she drank it gladly, eager to be removed from the pain that lingered in her mind. Instead, meager amounts of strength returned to her, and she was forced to walk out of the room, still naked and leaving occasional droplets of blood in her wake.

Upon entrance into the room her capture was guiding her to, Cho whimpered and threw up a hand to shield her eyes from the light. Once they had adjusted, she saw that she wasn't in a room at all, but rather in a courtyard with the sunlight streaming down. Just when she thought she would die in that darkly lit room, she was blessed with a vision of the sun, and she mentally rejoiced.

At least, she rejoiced until she noticed the additional people in the courtyard. Half a dozen dirty, ragged people held by chains to a wall, and the one free person, the Dark Lord himself. She didn't know if she should feel honored that the leader himself was taking time out of his day to kill her, or if she should just piss herself. She was inclined to do the latter, if it weren't for the fact that her bladder was still empty from when she had accidentally voided it earlier from the pain. At least she would die with the warmth of the sun to combat the chill of her despair.

Cho's mind ached, it burned, and she briefly realized that the Dark Lord must have entered her mind, and she couldn't help but bitterly wish that they had just done this before rather than put her through all that pain to learn the exact same knowledge. Voldemort must have picked up on that thought because he chuckled, a cold, harsh laugh, and gestured to Bellatrix behind her. She found her wand in the palm of her hand as her fingers were forcibly closed around the handle. She was then shoved forward, nearly falling on her face as she tried to make her legs catch herself while Bellatrix moved to stand on couple steps to the side, next to her master.

"You wish to live, do you not?" That high, cold voice asked her, and she shivered even with the warmth of the sun. She lowered her eyes to the ground, unwilling to see the red ones that cut into her mind, examining every thought. "You surrendered, so you must have been looking to live. I shall be merciful. Show your hatred for Muggles, kill one of these worthless scum before you, and I will allow you to be released."

Although she was now armed, Cho didn't even think about attacking either of the two magicals standing near her. Perhaps a Gryffindor would have attacked, fought to the death, but Cho didn't have that streak of recklessness. Now that the path to her own salvation was clear, she desperately wanted it, wanted to live the remainder of her life, even if it was in this hellhole that the world was turning into. She raised her wand on the closest Muggle, trying to will herself into saying the words, to kill this person who was slated for death anyway in order to save her own life. Her wand trembled and she lost the ability to keep her arm raised.

Cho shifted her gaze away from the wizard that was still watching her intently, and her gaze fell up on a Muggle slightly down a line. With a jolt, she thought it was Harry Potter before realizing the eyes were blue and the forehead free of scars. Angry rose in her at the idea that it was Harry Potter's fault that she had been tortured, Harry Potter's fault that she was in this predicament, and ignoring the errors in the Muggle's face, swung her wand up and uttered the two words needed to save her life. "Avada Kedavra."

The young man jerked harshly as the spell impacted, and the body slumped to the ground with a clatter of chains. Cho wasn't done, watching as the second Killing Curse impacted his body, followed by the third. When the fourth failed to give her any satisfaction, she crossed the few steps between her and her captors, snatched the knife stained with her blood from Bellatrix's hand and half-stumbled, half-ran to the body, slamming the knife into the corpse's torso over, and over, and over again. "This is your fault! If you didn't die, we wouldn't have lost! You failed us! You failed!" Her screams echoed around the courtyard, intermingling with Voldemort's harsh laugh.

When she finally stopped, Cho stared in horror at the blood staining her hands, oblivious to anything else around her in the wake of the atrocity she had just committed.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I'm just borrowing them for a little fun.