It is upon us
Summer before sixth year
Portsmouth south 24
Pranksion mansion
Taking a pinch of her black dress robes in each hand Pansy knelt before Him her stomach rolled as she forced her self to think about nothing other than the way her robe felt soft between her fingers, the small almost silent crack of her knees as she bent the gravely rocks beneath her, the way they dug into her skin.
Focus on the pain
Pain makes you sharp
Breathe in out in out in
Digging her nails into her closed fist she imagined how the tiny half crescents would look later on.
If there was a later on
Forcing her eyes open she swallowed her fear almost pliable it lay dank and dirty in the hollow of her mouth
Out in out in out
Stand up the command came from above
She prayed her knees would hold her
'Do you understand your assignment'
It was not a question
Did she nod or speak maybe both she thought to be on the safe side
The safe side
Yes my lord she said with a nod
Her assignment
She was dismissed
Walking at a measured pace with her head high her features covered by the slope of her hood
In out in out in
One foot in front of the other she maid her way to the upmost room in their mansion
Unclasping her cloak she let it puddle around her feet
Almost September the wind had a bite to it added to the chill of the night air
Pansy emptied her stomach contents
Spilling her vomit on to her shoes, her dress, over the ledge
Until there was nothing left
Empty
Her assignment
Murder
'You are each to kill your chosen target the messier….the better'
Would the echo of his voice ever leave her
Grasping the ledge Pansy fought for balance
Let go
So easy to slip on her sick and tumble
Tumble, tumble, tumble
A fallen angle
She had a duty
Honor bound to her family
Expectations
The weight of it made her dizzy
Out in out in out
Deatheater
Her stomach flopped
Fair
Unfair
Duty
Honor
Murder
Moving back wards she steeped away from temptations
Eyes red
Stared into her mind
Canvassing her privet thoughts
A tumor shook she spine
Falling she curled into herself
To ward off the evil
Was she evil?
To take another's life
To save her own
Wrong or ….sensible
Don't think about it
How could she not?
You'll grow to enjoy it
Fatherly advice
In out in out in out
Who was she to refuse this honor her lord a bestowed willingly in to her eager hands
Who was she?
A Pranksion
A Slythierin
An almost Deatheater
A murderess
If she choose to accept
Was it a choice?
Was there ever any choice?
Dark times lie ahead of us and there will be a time when we must choose what is easy and what is right.
Pansy didn't want to remember
Between what is right and what is easy?
Neither choice was easy
If there was any choice at all
The cold from the stone floor seeped into her bones making her shake harder
Still she did not get up
Endurance
But how much before she broke
Shattered in to too many pieces to count, too sharp to pick up
Scattered
In out in out in out
AN: okay so I am thinking maybe a one-shot but who knows? Maybe not so was it too much? Not enough? Should have never been posted? Or Continued?
Tell me what you think