Golden Snitch, Beauxbatons, Barbegazi, Teacher Appreciation Day, Task Two: Charity Burbage

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365 Prompts: Dialogue: "I missed you"

Insane House Challenge: dialogue: "no, you promised you wouldn't leave me"

pop music chart day: (song) Bring Me To Life by Evanescence

Word Count: 532


save me from the nothing I've become


She is fiery.

Passion burns through her veins. It's passion that stings but it's so good to have. She is in love. It makes her head spin and her heart whirl, and she is so in love.

She is a Pureblood in love with a Muggle, and it should be so, so wrong: but it's so, so right. How could love be anything else?


She is fiery.

Love pumps her heart as she stares down at the small bundle in her arms. The adoption papers have finally gone through and he is here. Her little angel. Her saviour. Their baby.

She will be a good mother. The best mother. Her son will know nothing but love, nothing but care, nothing but the best.

Her son will be loved. Nothing could be better.


She is fiery.

No, wait, she is on fire. The flames are flicking up her arms and surrounding her body and it hurts so much. But she is outside, now, away from the fire, away from the pain, only they're not with her; they're stuck inside. She's screaming for them, getting her wand out, casting any spell that she can but it's too late. It's too late and they're dead and everything has gone wrong.

"No, no, no," she mumbles, leaning forward and heaving up what remains in her stomach. "You promised you'd never leave me. You can't just leave me..."

But there's no reply. Of course.


She's fiery.

But she's not really, not anymore. The fire has burnt out and she has no passion left. Her lover is dead and her baby is no longer here. They turned to ash in the fire along with her heart.

She moves to England, changes her name, but it doesn't take the pain away. How can it, when the world has crumbled around her?

Everything hurts but she has to carry on for them. Nothing else matters but them. They will want her to try. They are her life. Even if they're dead.


She is fiery.

She throws herself into teaching. She teaches about the Muggle things she learned about with her marriage. She tries so hard with the children.

Only, they don't listen. The Muggle-born contradict what she says and the Pureblood don't listen. They mock her heavy accent and her European looks. It's hard to throw her heart into teaching, but she tries. She can't cope but she pushes on. She has to help. She has to teach. She has nothing else.


She is fiery.

But her fire will be doused soon. She can taste in in the air. Her death is soon and she can't stop it.

That's why she's not surprised when the men in black robes take her to a dark room. She can't help but beg for her life, can't help but plead with her colleague to help her, but she knows that it's no use. He's one of these British Death Eaters. She's going to die. And she's not okay with it.

The snake-like man whispers a spell and the green envelopes her, embracing her and wrapping around her. It's the end.


She is numb.

"I missed you," she hears, and then life finally stops.


I'm going to write a longer version of Charity's story. i love this concept so much.

~buttercat