~A/N~Once called Demented. Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I'm only gonna say this once.I do not own any of these fabulous characters. I'm an ameteur. I write for fun. if I actually wrote Harry Potter do you actually think I'd be here, UH NO.
Prologue
*~*Lindsey was sitting on her creamed colored couch staring into the burning fireplace. A cup of coffee in her hand as she listened to the running of water from upstairs and the ramble of the t.v. in her sons room. Her daughter,was taking a shower and her son was watching t.v. after she specifically told him to turn it off and get ready for bed.
She laughed to herself. They were her babies. The only reason she still lived and went on with life. She loved her daughter and son and was very proud of them both.
Her daughter was a very beautiful and intelligent young woman with explicable talent and her son, a very smart,outgoing, and hansome young boy competing with his older sister. How Lindsey wished to give them both a better life. But ,no, she was there sitting on the couch waiting for her drunkard husband. Tonight ,though, she was going to tell him to leave. She wanted to start anew. Something she should have done the minute he started this 'new way of life' just two years ago. He started to stay out later. 'Relieve stress' he would say. Drink till' 3:00 in the morning and come to the dentistry at 8:00 haggard as ever. It then started to become a nightly routine. And for two damn years she put up with it. Two damn years of him tumbling into bed, smelling of whiskey and perfume. Yes, he was also sleeping around. After awhile he got quite abusive. He practically killed her one night while in the kitchen. Yet, she somehow made it alive and came back to him. But not tonight. Tonight he was going to be gone.
There was a bump at the front door and a fumbling of keys. Lindsey visibly stiffened as she placed her mug onto the coffee table in front of her. The door opened and Charles, her husband, fumbled into the house. He was haggard. A grin spread across his lips as he focused his sight on his lovely wife.
Lindsey was standing up facing him a couple feet away.
He stepped toward her and she recoiled.
"What? Not glad to see me." He asked his eyes bloodshot and wild. She narrowed her eyes to slits staring at the mad man in front of her.
"You've been drinking again, haven't you?" Lindsey stated more then asked. "And I suppose one of your whores gave you that smear of pink gloss on your collar?"
"Don't accuse me of anything you insolent bitch. I don't like that tone of voice your taking, either." Charles seethed.
"I'm not accusing you of anything but the facts I know. I can't take it anymore, Charles I want you to leave." She said, her voice rising with her temper.
"I'm not going anywhere." Lindsey was about to retort." Neither are you." He finished.
"I said get the fuck out Charles. I won't stand for this abuse any longer. I want you to leave me, Nicholae, and Hermione ALONE!" She screamed. He ran up to her and pulled her by the neck. Her hands shot up to struggle free from his grasp but with futile attemps as he just laughed and held her tighter.
"Now why would I do that. What's wrong Lindsey? Don't you love me any more?" He asked in mock hurt. His face turned to stone as he grabbed her hair with his free hand pulling her head back to face him and captured her lips into rough kiss.
She felt like gagging into his mouth as the heavy whiskey intoxicated her senses. She struggled to push him away as his tongue forced away into her mouth. She bit it and he pulled away and slapped her.
"You bitch. What the fuck. I'm your husband and you go and pull a stunt like that."
"I hate you." She whispered. She turned back to face him."What happened to you? You never were like this before. And now you're nothing but a drunken bastard." She spat, her eyes were slits.
"Don't you like the new me? I rather do." He said arrogantly. She spit in his face and his eyes got darker. Grasping her neck tighter he brought her up and threw her across the room. She hit the wall and tumbled to the floor with a thud as many pictures crashed down with her.
"What the hell did you do to her you bastard!?!" Charles turned his gaze from the mass of blood surrounding his wife to a young woman around the age of 15 at the end of the stairs. He had a malavolent grin plastered to his lips as his eyes were dancing in there sockets as he walked toward the young girl. "Don't you dare come near me you fucker." She warned.
He stopped at that and laughed,"Or what? Are you gonna do a little magic trick with that little wand of yours? Oh wait you can't use magic out side of your little school now can you?" he laughed again. He was mad. Completely and totally mad. His face contorted grotesquely as if it weren't really him, but this girl wouldn't run she wasn't scared in the least. She had put up with this shit long enough and it was going to stop now.
"'Mione what's going on?" Nicholae asked from the top of the stairs. Hermione never lost eyecontact with the crazed fucker and seethed out.
"Nothing Nicholae. Just go to your room, call the police, and lock the door."
"But.."
"No buts Nicholae just GO!" She yelled. To hell if she would bring him into this and get him hurt. She was going to get rid of Charles once and for all.
There was a long silence but it was broken all to soon by a muffled groan. The girl then ran to the woman lying on the ground."Shhh. Don't move it'll be alright." the girl cooed.
"Run.*cough*Get away from here. Take Nicholae with you. I would never forgive my self if he hurt you both.*cough*cough*Even in death." Lindsey wheezed.
"Shh. don't talk like that.You'll be okay. He won't hurt me or Nicholae." As she finished Lindsey took her last breath, her heart decreased to a stop and the life of a loving mother was gone. The girl slowly turned her head to face the crazy bastard leaning against the opposite wall.
"Oh. What a beautiful and touching ending." He stated mockingly placing his right hand over his heart.
The girl stood up and glared at Charles. It started to rain outside. The lights started to flicker as thunder shook the house. The shades at every window sprung up as glass was shattering everywhere. Charles abruptly stood straight. His face etched with fear/anger.He searched his surroundings. Everything in dissaray. As the storm took a violent turn banging at the windows; the lights went out abruptly. In its place was a chilling blue flame. His hair was on end as he turned to face the light.
"What the FUCK!?!?!"
The girl was hovering a few inches off the ground. Her eyes held sparks of electrifying red. The blue flames and silver highlighted her body as her hair flew out of her towel as if there was burst of wind in the house. Anger raged through her veins but subsided with a bit of satisfaction as she saw the fear in the bastard's eyes.
He tried to run but was thrown back to the wall. He couldn't move a muscle and he was getting a bit light headed from the gash that was oozzing of blood on his head. He stared at the girl with pleading eyes. She slowly glided to him and was hovering a few inches above him. She reached out her hand to his throat and pulled him up to face her.
She then whispered dangerously,"I'm not going to kill you. Instead I'm going to make you suffer and rot in jail." Her face was straight and emotionless as her eyes still bore into him. She noticed a bit of change in him. Instead of the malice of the cold drunk, she found fright.
She landed back on her feet and she walked back over to her mother as Charles tumbled to the ground. A grunt was heard from the man on the ground as he tried to get up. She looked up from the motionless woman stook out her hand and red sparks flew from her fingers connected to a lamp as it flew off the table and knock Charles unconcious with a sick crack. The last thing she saw was a mist of grey float from Charles' still form, cackle at float out through the wall. Charle's lifted his head and said, "I'm sorry." Before he, too, was taken to death. Exhausted the girl's vision started to fade as she laid her head holding her late mother.
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A creature, with features as a serpent eyes blood red, skin pale and attenuate, lips black and angular, and thin slits for nostrils, stood before a flaming black cauldron. It's lips danced an inaudible chant. Arms raised in the air. The only light coming from the burning fires. Louder and louder, higher and higher, the chant processed and flames grew. Out of the blazing barriers formed a shodowy mist. It was man yet translusent.The ancient Lord Malvondiablique. Has risen once agian.
"Atrum Incendia Crystal est instituo!" It roared. Thunder clasped the sky. The cave shook. As Voldemort bowed down to the dark shadow.
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A/N~ Hey, This is "Demented" just rewritten. I didn't like how the last one was. I left things out that i've been planning on writing. So did you like. Yes? No? Please review. Nething is welcome. Flames are free to burn me to hell where the biggest flames roam. I hope you liked this. It could have been better but i'm tired of going over it. haha. Please Review. PLEASE!PLEASE!PLEASE! Oh and I just turned 15 today so I decided to upload it for my bday. but by the time it gets out it will be my grans bday. The 20th oh well. I'll have the next chapter tomorrow by earliest. Latest friday...NOT!
Disclaimer: I'm only gonna say this once.I do not own any of these fabulous characters. I'm an ameteur. I write for fun. if I actually wrote Harry Potter do you actually think I'd be here, UH NO.
Prologue
*~*Lindsey was sitting on her creamed colored couch staring into the burning fireplace. A cup of coffee in her hand as she listened to the running of water from upstairs and the ramble of the t.v. in her sons room. Her daughter,was taking a shower and her son was watching t.v. after she specifically told him to turn it off and get ready for bed.
She laughed to herself. They were her babies. The only reason she still lived and went on with life. She loved her daughter and son and was very proud of them both.
Her daughter was a very beautiful and intelligent young woman with explicable talent and her son, a very smart,outgoing, and hansome young boy competing with his older sister. How Lindsey wished to give them both a better life. But ,no, she was there sitting on the couch waiting for her drunkard husband. Tonight ,though, she was going to tell him to leave. She wanted to start anew. Something she should have done the minute he started this 'new way of life' just two years ago. He started to stay out later. 'Relieve stress' he would say. Drink till' 3:00 in the morning and come to the dentistry at 8:00 haggard as ever. It then started to become a nightly routine. And for two damn years she put up with it. Two damn years of him tumbling into bed, smelling of whiskey and perfume. Yes, he was also sleeping around. After awhile he got quite abusive. He practically killed her one night while in the kitchen. Yet, she somehow made it alive and came back to him. But not tonight. Tonight he was going to be gone.
There was a bump at the front door and a fumbling of keys. Lindsey visibly stiffened as she placed her mug onto the coffee table in front of her. The door opened and Charles, her husband, fumbled into the house. He was haggard. A grin spread across his lips as he focused his sight on his lovely wife.
Lindsey was standing up facing him a couple feet away.
He stepped toward her and she recoiled.
"What? Not glad to see me." He asked his eyes bloodshot and wild. She narrowed her eyes to slits staring at the mad man in front of her.
"You've been drinking again, haven't you?" Lindsey stated more then asked. "And I suppose one of your whores gave you that smear of pink gloss on your collar?"
"Don't accuse me of anything you insolent bitch. I don't like that tone of voice your taking, either." Charles seethed.
"I'm not accusing you of anything but the facts I know. I can't take it anymore, Charles I want you to leave." She said, her voice rising with her temper.
"I'm not going anywhere." Lindsey was about to retort." Neither are you." He finished.
"I said get the fuck out Charles. I won't stand for this abuse any longer. I want you to leave me, Nicholae, and Hermione ALONE!" She screamed. He ran up to her and pulled her by the neck. Her hands shot up to struggle free from his grasp but with futile attemps as he just laughed and held her tighter.
"Now why would I do that. What's wrong Lindsey? Don't you love me any more?" He asked in mock hurt. His face turned to stone as he grabbed her hair with his free hand pulling her head back to face him and captured her lips into rough kiss.
She felt like gagging into his mouth as the heavy whiskey intoxicated her senses. She struggled to push him away as his tongue forced away into her mouth. She bit it and he pulled away and slapped her.
"You bitch. What the fuck. I'm your husband and you go and pull a stunt like that."
"I hate you." She whispered. She turned back to face him."What happened to you? You never were like this before. And now you're nothing but a drunken bastard." She spat, her eyes were slits.
"Don't you like the new me? I rather do." He said arrogantly. She spit in his face and his eyes got darker. Grasping her neck tighter he brought her up and threw her across the room. She hit the wall and tumbled to the floor with a thud as many pictures crashed down with her.
"What the hell did you do to her you bastard!?!" Charles turned his gaze from the mass of blood surrounding his wife to a young woman around the age of 15 at the end of the stairs. He had a malavolent grin plastered to his lips as his eyes were dancing in there sockets as he walked toward the young girl. "Don't you dare come near me you fucker." She warned.
He stopped at that and laughed,"Or what? Are you gonna do a little magic trick with that little wand of yours? Oh wait you can't use magic out side of your little school now can you?" he laughed again. He was mad. Completely and totally mad. His face contorted grotesquely as if it weren't really him, but this girl wouldn't run she wasn't scared in the least. She had put up with this shit long enough and it was going to stop now.
"'Mione what's going on?" Nicholae asked from the top of the stairs. Hermione never lost eyecontact with the crazed fucker and seethed out.
"Nothing Nicholae. Just go to your room, call the police, and lock the door."
"But.."
"No buts Nicholae just GO!" She yelled. To hell if she would bring him into this and get him hurt. She was going to get rid of Charles once and for all.
There was a long silence but it was broken all to soon by a muffled groan. The girl then ran to the woman lying on the ground."Shhh. Don't move it'll be alright." the girl cooed.
"Run.*cough*Get away from here. Take Nicholae with you. I would never forgive my self if he hurt you both.*cough*cough*Even in death." Lindsey wheezed.
"Shh. don't talk like that.You'll be okay. He won't hurt me or Nicholae." As she finished Lindsey took her last breath, her heart decreased to a stop and the life of a loving mother was gone. The girl slowly turned her head to face the crazy bastard leaning against the opposite wall.
"Oh. What a beautiful and touching ending." He stated mockingly placing his right hand over his heart.
The girl stood up and glared at Charles. It started to rain outside. The lights started to flicker as thunder shook the house. The shades at every window sprung up as glass was shattering everywhere. Charles abruptly stood straight. His face etched with fear/anger.He searched his surroundings. Everything in dissaray. As the storm took a violent turn banging at the windows; the lights went out abruptly. In its place was a chilling blue flame. His hair was on end as he turned to face the light.
"What the FUCK!?!?!"
The girl was hovering a few inches off the ground. Her eyes held sparks of electrifying red. The blue flames and silver highlighted her body as her hair flew out of her towel as if there was burst of wind in the house. Anger raged through her veins but subsided with a bit of satisfaction as she saw the fear in the bastard's eyes.
He tried to run but was thrown back to the wall. He couldn't move a muscle and he was getting a bit light headed from the gash that was oozzing of blood on his head. He stared at the girl with pleading eyes. She slowly glided to him and was hovering a few inches above him. She reached out her hand to his throat and pulled him up to face her.
She then whispered dangerously,"I'm not going to kill you. Instead I'm going to make you suffer and rot in jail." Her face was straight and emotionless as her eyes still bore into him. She noticed a bit of change in him. Instead of the malice of the cold drunk, she found fright.
She landed back on her feet and she walked back over to her mother as Charles tumbled to the ground. A grunt was heard from the man on the ground as he tried to get up. She looked up from the motionless woman stook out her hand and red sparks flew from her fingers connected to a lamp as it flew off the table and knock Charles unconcious with a sick crack. The last thing she saw was a mist of grey float from Charles' still form, cackle at float out through the wall. Charle's lifted his head and said, "I'm sorry." Before he, too, was taken to death. Exhausted the girl's vision started to fade as she laid her head holding her late mother.
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A creature, with features as a serpent eyes blood red, skin pale and attenuate, lips black and angular, and thin slits for nostrils, stood before a flaming black cauldron. It's lips danced an inaudible chant. Arms raised in the air. The only light coming from the burning fires. Louder and louder, higher and higher, the chant processed and flames grew. Out of the blazing barriers formed a shodowy mist. It was man yet translusent.The ancient Lord Malvondiablique. Has risen once agian.
"Atrum Incendia Crystal est instituo!" It roared. Thunder clasped the sky. The cave shook. As Voldemort bowed down to the dark shadow.
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A/N~ Hey, This is "Demented" just rewritten. I didn't like how the last one was. I left things out that i've been planning on writing. So did you like. Yes? No? Please review. Nething is welcome. Flames are free to burn me to hell where the biggest flames roam. I hope you liked this. It could have been better but i'm tired of going over it. haha. Please Review. PLEASE!PLEASE!PLEASE! Oh and I just turned 15 today so I decided to upload it for my bday. but by the time it gets out it will be my grans bday. The 20th oh well. I'll have the next chapter tomorrow by earliest. Latest friday...NOT!