An Extremely Lestrange Story
Ch 1: Lestrange Encounters
"NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!"
A bright flash of green, and I was gone. That is to say, I shut my eyes, crashed to the ground, and stopped my own pulse.
I knew those idiot mudbloods and muggle-huggers would be fooled by my plan.
It was as easy as torturing someone to insanity. As simple as a flick of the wrist.
As expected of the inbred filth, they just tossed all of us Deatheater's bodies into the forbidden forest for the creatures to dispose of.
For some reason, the morons didn't take my wand, for I had found it. I'm not sure how I got it back. Maybe I'm just so powerful that it had to return to its master. There was no reason for them to doubt we were dead (ha!), so naturally no one came poking around.
Wand in hand, I slowly made my way out from under the bodies of my former comrades.
Oh well, waste not want not. I searched them for money and other valuables. There's nothing like looting! When I finally emerged, I was facing a pretty large spider. A ruddy Acramantula.
CRUCIO!
Where's the fun in a quick death, I ask you?
If you just get it over with, there's no suffering. You can't look into their eyes, see their terror, witness the tearing of their soul.
People always say that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
My eyes are black. Does that mean I have no soul?
Probably. But that doesn't surprise me. In fact, it's better. Actually, I don't think I've ever had a soul.
'Guilt' and 'conscience' are just words to me. Really dumb words. What's the point? They stop so many people from getting the revenge that's rightfully theirs. Who invented them?
If I ever have some free time, maybe I'll go out and kill them for giggles.
"Huh-heh."
Oh God no. Now that is a giggle I thought my ears would never have to experience the grating torture of again. My memories of those sickly and somehow pink sounding giggles are etched so deeply into my mind, so much worse than anything a wand could inflict.
That disgustingly and disturbingly cheerful Delores Umbridge.
We'd heard that she'd been taken into the forest 2 years ago, but she'd never last an hour!
Of all the creatures in this forest I could destroy, this one really gets my bloodlust going and my blood boiling. Which is good because only a few minutes ago I stopped my pulse. Apparently I had forgotten to start it again.
15 minutes, and I was only getting dizzy just now. Mmhm. Definitely no soul.
Now, to find the source of this ghastly giggling. There was a snap of twigs, a rustle of leaves, and a nauseating clearing of the throat.
"Well, if it isn't little Miss Bellatrix, thrown out like a piece of garbage. Huh-heh. That's certainly what you look like."
Oh Hell no. No one insults me like that.
Time to raise some corpses.
