Don't Cry For Pain, an HP/Hannibal Rising (Pansy Parkinson/Hannibal Lector) Fan Fiction
Synopsis: AU. Pansy Parkinson is not the girl everyone thinks she is, and her behavior after her parents' deaths has proven it. What is the dark secret behind Pansy's transformation? But just when things begin to change for the better in Pansy's life, she is transported to post-WWII era France during a school experiment gone wrong, where she meets pre-med student, Hannibal Lector. After a bumpy (and frustrating) road to redemption, will it be love?
A/N: This is my first ever fic. I don't really know what else to say other than, thank you for taking the time to read this. Please review. All critiques are welcome, as I am a professional writer in training. Once again, I thank you.
~ Lady Gisborne
Chapter one: The Grief-Stricken Miss Parkinson
Leading Members of The Wizarding World Murdered!
Late last night, Pansy Anne Parkinson, only daughter of Tobias and Lucinda Parkinson, floo'd to Auror headquarters to report the murder of her beloved parents. Between the poor young woman's tears and sobs, the authorities managed to obtain the circumstances in which the traumatized Ms. Parkinson found her parents.
She had been staying with a friend (who shall remain nameless) for an extended visit, and was to return home last night. Imagine the horror of being greeted, not by the faces of your beloved parents, but their bloody corpses instead. The events that took place in the Parkinson mansion are still not yet fully known, and may never be. All that is known is that the way in which the murders were committed was so brutal, so grotesque, that the authorities have refused to allow the public to be given what little information they have.
A reliable source has disclosed to me that, as of yet, there are no known suspects.
It is unknown as to whether the grief-stricken Ms. Parkinson will have recovered sufficiently from the shock of her parents' deaths to be able to attend the new semester at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which will begin in only two weeks.
The whole of the wizarding world all mourn the loss of the beloved Parkinsons, pillars of civilized society.
And to you, dear Ms. Parkinson, we at the Daily Prophet give you our most sincere and heartfelt condolences.
~ Rita Skeeter, The Daily Prophet
P~P
Pansy Parkinson wanted to laugh as she read the pathetic article for what must have been the millionth time in the past two weeks. As a matter of fact, she did laugh.
She didn't even seem to notice the looks everyone on the Hogwarts Express was giving her; some pitying, some suspicious, and more than a few that were a mixture of both. She simply couldn't help laughing when she remembered exactly what happened that night.
P~P
After she'd floo'd back to her room that night and changed into her dinner robes, she'd walked down the long winding staircase as she had a thousand times before.
As she walked down, she began to notice how dark the house was, as though the house-elves had forgotten to light the lamps. It occurred to Pansy that her parents must be out, but heaven help the poor creatures if her mother and father found out! She thought it strange that they would have forgotten – they'd never done so before.
Pansy continued her trek downstairs, and it was only when she'd reached the foot of the staircase that she noticed the total disarray. Irreplaceable vases scattered in pieces on the floor, unique paintings torn and hanging askew, the face of a once priceless statue, now lying on the floor.
Something's wrong, Pansy thought uneasily. Something's really wrong. Pansy tread cautiously through the entryway, careful to be as noiseless as possible. That's when she saw it. The blood. There was a trail of it, almost as if… someone had been dragged across the floor into the parlor. Pansy shuddered, but like a girl possessed, continued madly to follow the bloody trail. She entered the parlor and her world seemed to implode upon itself.
Blood, Pansy thought. There's so much blood. And then her world faded to black.
A/N: I forewarn you, Hannibal Lector will be joining the light side of the force by the end of the story. In my opinion, he's just too good-looking to waste as a bad guy. Please do review. I need as much help as I can get. Thank you.
~ Jane