DonÕt ask how she got the sword.
She sat there thinking over the last few years of her life. How she quickly turned dark and seized her opportunity to rise to power.
Around her sixth year she realized her true fate. Around the time Lord Voldemort came searching for his Horcruxes. Around the time she began to sleep with Draco. She didnÕt care. She wanted power. She craved it. And that was exactly the way to do it. She didnÕt care what she had to do.
He had corrupted her soul n the beginning, not seeing the power she could harness.. He only used her to get to Potter. Perfect Potter. She waited quietly by his side for a good half a decade just waiting for him to notice her. But then he went and married that wench! Just because she was a better lay. Ha! If only he knew.
When the final battle came, Harry had died. Thanks to her. She set him up to be killed, after she pledged her loyalty to Lord Voldemort. She was his Secret Keeper after all. His and his wives, and his child's. But dear Harry, history has repeated itself.
brpLord Voldemort allowed her and Draco to raise the baby and to keep his wife alive. He let them raise the child as their own. She would raise the child as hers. Persephone Excursus Malfoy. She didnÕt know of her real parents and she never would.
Soon she got tired, though. She had exceeded to the top of her LordÕs favor. Above Lucius. Above Nott. But she needed more power. One night, she quickly slipped into his bedchambers, and killed him. She slid Godric GryffindorÕs knife into his chest. Soon she shot her symbol ito the air above er. After that they were hers. Every last one of them.
Everyone. She took over the world by storm. She no longer went by her old name but instead by Lady Artemis. After the Greek goddess with her bow and arrow. She was the worldÕs greatest huntress. Though she wasnÕt a hunter. The worldÕs greatest murderer would have to do.She had established her own Dark Mark. A rose with thorns and a snake wrapped around it. And with the SorcererÕs Stone and a Restoration Charm on her body. So she would never die and she would stay the same way forever. Her and Draco.
brpEvery day she taught Persephone more and more about the Dark Arts. Her mother as a prisoner, as well as a sex slave. Soon Hogwart had become The Dark LadyÕs School of Dark Arts and Potions. Children couldnÕt not come to the school, for they would be killed. Her goal was to spread cruelty and hate, and stop love, if not cruel love. Smiles became smirks, and laughs became snickers.
Fred, George, Bill Percy, and everyone else, including Dumbledore was dead.
Lady Artemis snuggled closer to her husband, Draco as she thought about her life. How she was just a pawn in VoldemortÕs game at the beginning, and now she owned the world. How she went from being Ginerva Weasley and now she was the most powerful person in the world. How dear Hermione saw her daughter grow more and more evil everyday, and she couldnÕt do a thing about it. How she had drive Hermione to insanity with the knowledge that she, Lady Artemis had killed Voldemort. She was more powerful and more frightening. She would never die.
Her wrath would go on after her death, until the end of tim. She would make sure of that. Now she would be known as She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The one who betrayed Harry Potter and became a legend.