before reading.
Fell in love with her father's clerk - down by the greenwood sidey-o
Loved him 'til he filled her arms - down by the greenwood sidey-o
Woodbrook still remembered him. The pale, gracefully thin man that had worked under her father's watchful eye. The dark magic he muttered at the brink of midnight. It thrilled her, to watch him control the darkness. She learned how, he taught her. As they both grew into the blackness the deeper thier love became. Her father, she knew, would never approve. Yet, black magic was her destiny. They eloped, and Woodbrook Le Fay became Woodbrook Riddle.
First it bent and then it broke - down by the greenwood sidey-o
There she had two fine babes born - down by the greenwood sidey-o
Woodbrook still remembered the pain. She had looked down into the twin's smooth and innocent faces once all was quiet and she was happy. Her husband would be proud of her, hiers to carry on. And then... Wormtail had burst in, a pathetic mess, and had told her... Why? she had shouted. Why must other couples be happy? Would they never be? Were they cursed? The curse of the Riddles and of the Le Fays. Where she had banged against the stone and clawed at the wall in grief was still apparent. The scars where the rock had clawed back were still faintly there.
There she took those fine babes' lives - down by the greenwood sidey-o
The more she rubbed, the redder it grew - down by the greenwood sidey-o
If they could not have happiness, then no couple would have happiness. The Aurors followed the trail of bodies, slit at the throat, until they found her. The trail started with her own two and ended with more than 40 couples dead and 30 maimed. Woodbrook remembered, they had pounced on her as if she was a mouse and they cats. Her hair had fanned about her, Medusalike, as she screamed and clawed at them. She remembered her dagger being raised, even after being stupifyed she had cut at least three.
Saw two babes a-playing at ball - down by the greenwood sidey-o
'I'd dress you up in scarlet fine' - down by the greenwood sidey-o
Woodbrook remembered her entrance into her trial. She wore scarlet, deep scarlet, and black - the color of mourning. Her face had not been cold, it had held a small taunting smile that alarmed everyone, most of all the jury. The case was presented, testimony given, the jury went to discuss a verdict.
'Scarlet was our own hearts' blood' - down by the greenwood sidey-o
Guilty, of course. Guilty, how couldn't she be anything less? The jury was horrified when they learned that the scarlet cape was dyed from her husband's and her own blood. She still wore it when she went to Azkaban, along with her taunting smile. Woodbrook was one of the few not driven insane by the presence of dementors, for she was that way already. The dementors always found a way to postpone her Kiss, and her haunting stare made others shiver for the longest time. She was, at least, more faithful than any of the Deatheaters that had followed in her husband's tread. She always knew that he was going to come for her.
She knew, yes, she knew...
'Oh Mother Oh Mother it's Hell for you' - down by the greenwood sidey-o
AN continued: I don't own anything appearing in the Harry Potter series, those belong to JK Rowling. I don't own the song, either - it's traditional. But Woodbrook Le Fay Riddle sprung from my imagination as did her twisted story.
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