Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.
The Devil With Angel Wings
In the house on the hill, tormented wind smashed against the panes of glass trying to break through and wreak havoc in the family house. Rain as sharp as daggers dropped mercilessly on the darkened roof, the moon sheltering behind the clouds so as not to feel its wrath. A tortured howl surrounded the house, so tortured it was akin to that of prisoners of war.
The devil, the devil they had once known and loved, had left the confinement of the underworld to avenge his broken heart. He would make them atone for their crimes. The devil with angel wings was bleeding because of them.
The ghostly figure with doomed eyes walked with power through the warm family rooms, taking in the photographs of the family. Their smiling, happy faces were a mocking reminder of the afterlife rape on his soul.
He had loved them.
Furious he used his power to trash the room and travelling with the anger of the damned, he moved up the stairs, passed school uniforms and magic brooms, till he stood outside the bedroom doors.
A red haired child in a pale nightdress, looked at him, her eyes scared but intrigued.
The devil regarded her calmly, knowing that her name and innocence repelled him from attacking her. He heard her breath a sigh of relief as he passed. The doors of the two other children were open, and he read the names that choked him with their poison syllables.
Anger rising, he moved to the final room. The room where his executioner lay asleep in the arms of his beloved.
Breathing softly was the man he had died for; breathing softly was the woman he had sacrificed his happiness for. How could they sleep while he lay in permanent torment?
With a roar of rage the black haired devil, the damaged demon, threw himself on their bed, tearing at their hair and scratching the faces with the claws of a rabid dog. Image after image of the injustice he had suffered at their hands, His hands, polluted his reason and vision. He was chained to the eternal spirit world, while they lived freely in their haven.
He had loved them.
He had loved him.
Suddenly his brutal reign came to an abrupt end when a flash of light drove him back into the arms of the underworld, but he continued to scream out at them.
"I loved you," his hellish voice roared. "I loved you and you thank me with a sadistic punishment. You are doomed. I will haunt you like their names haunt me. Curse you!"
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Harry Potter put his wand down and sighed. His wife Ginny looked at him with I-told-you-so eyes.
"What?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"You know what," she bit back. "I told you he'd be angry. We should have named one of the kids after him. At least that way we wouldn't be victim to his bloody haunting. Why didn't we name one of the boys Sirius?"
I still don't know why I wrote this. I wrote it in like twenty minutes, hence why it's not to good. Oh well it kept me from my revision. I also thought it's be fun if Sirius was annoyed at Harry for not naming his kids after him. I know I would be. (Albus Severus - wtf?)
EDIT: I've just been informed that Harry did name his kid James Sirius (thanks Piccadilly) but oh well...
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