Hello Everyone! This is my first time publishing, so please be kind with the reviews :)
I've been reading fanfiction for years, so I would just like to list a few of the users who inspired me, even though they don't know who I am: Jewels5, kilara25 (thanks for inspiring the name I gave female Harry), Realmer06, Scribbler, etc
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the Queen JK Rowling, this is a story based on her work 3
Prologue
"Rose Potter, why do you resist when you can have absolute power?"
Rose smirked and the blood dripped to her teeth. "Where's your power, Malfoy?"
The screams that followed were deafening.
Agony.
A man (monster), a prophecy and a choice, all rolled into one, none of which she battled by her own volition. Of course, the distinction hardly mattered while she lay writhing on the ground.
Rose was a tiny slip of a girl; she looked more stick than person.
Bow to death Rose.
She arched backwards at the memory. It was pain like never before and Oh God when will it end—
The synapses in her brain tried to form something coherent but as far as Rose Potter was concerned, the unbearable battering and smarting was all that existed when Lucius Malfoy stood there with an idle smile pointing his wand at her.
She was dying. That was the only plausible explanation because it would not be human to feel this kind of torment and live. It'd certainly be a favourable alternative to this living incarnation of purgatory. After an eternity, he lifted the spell.
She gasped with the jarring effect of the cessation of the assault. A new type of pain flooded her body: a hundred bludgers pounding her bones. Stop stop stop why can't it—
It never stops. One broken, damaged titan rises after another falls, usurping the power vacuum left by his predecessor.
Desperately, she opened her mouth: a plaintive supplication for it to stop, as if she could provide what they were demanding. But then something like a thought crossed her addled brain. Ron. Hermione. Sirius. Remus.
Her reasons for fighting.
He implied that they had been killed, but wouldn't she have noticed the implosion of her world? Why did the ground not disintegrate beneath her and her soul not shatter into a million pieces?
The question was both a noose and the thread she hung by.
Green light built at the tip of her captor's wand. Bow to death—
For the first time, death was liberation and not merely an unintended consequence. In the end, grief and isolation vanish everything within the universe with the exception of its creator.
Frothy, hysterical laughter escaped her.
"Have you lost your mind already Potter? It's hardly been seven days."
Clinging onto her impertinence as the only link to her sanity, she spat, "I'm not the one torturing people."
The glow at the end of the wand changed to red as Lucius' smile twisted into a scowl.
No no no not again please.
She braced herself for another foray into the blazing inferno.