The Victim (Songfic to the german song „Das Opfer by Subway To Sally)
Hi there everyone this is just a little songfic that came to my mind while listening to my favourite band Subway to Sally , I don't know if you have already heard of them but I can only give everyone who likes a mix of medievel and metal , the advise to listen to their songs at least once! I translated the text below so please don't be confused if it doesn't fit into the melody or sth. Like that!)
Author : MistressofDisaster
Rating : Adult Content (You all know what I want to say with that!)
Warnings : I really don't know yet , but nothing too explicit . HBP Spoilers Pairing: HPSS
Disclaimer : Nothing's mine only the plot and I'm not making any money of this!
Ich konnte das Opfer nicht töten,
es sah mich traurig an, es sah mich traurig an
I couldn't kill the victim,
it looked at me so sad, it looked at me so sad
Es zerrte so an seinen Stricken,
It just pulled at his bindings so much
bedrängte mich mit seiner Angst
harassed me with it's fear
Ich bin voller Hass auf dich Meister,
I'm filled with only hate for you Master
dass du solche Taten verlangst
that you demand such an act from me
Du wirst mein Versagen bestrafen
You're gonna punish my failure
Doch wirst du mich niemals verstehn
But never will you understand me
Ich geißle mein Fleisch um zu büßen
I'm scourging my flesh to do penalty
um über die Brücke zu gehen
to pass over the bridge
Ich hab meinen Meister verraten
I have betrayed my master
Im Morgengrau wirst du mich holen
With dusk you will get to me
dein Wille wird sicher geschehn
your will is sure to transpire
Ich glaub ich brenn dort auf dem Hügel,
I think I'll burn up there on the hill
ich kann ihn durchs Fenster schon sehn
I can see it through the window already
Am Himmel verblassen die Sterne,
the stars in the heaven are fading
ich hoffe der Morgen wird kalt
I hope the morning's gonna be cold
Sonst ist dieses Feuer so sinnlos,
otherwise this fire would be so pointless
mein Meister erwartet mich bald
my master is awaiting me soon
Ich konnte das Opfer nicht töten
I couldn't kill the victim
es sah mich traurig an, es sah mich traurig an
it looked at me so sad, it looked at me so sad
Ich hab meinen Meister verraten
I have betrayed my master
weil ich es nicht getan, weil ich es nicht getan
cause I didn't do it ,cause I didn't do it
(Sounds a bit odd to me in english but well...)
There he sat , trembling , blindfolded, gagged and bound to the chair he sat on.
Damn that stupid boy !
He had killed Albus and still the boy believed him about some dept with Malfoy's mother?
Hah! Saving that arrogant little prick from becoming a murderer and all this nonsense?
Never! He had told his master from the beginning that the boy didn't have the guts to kill , let alone Albus Dumbledore!
In the end he had to do all the important work alone again ! Damn and it had blown his cover!
He must have seemed a really faceful servant to the old coot with all the information that babbling old fool had trusted him with!
And not to forget the training of his beloved Golden Boy.
Speaking of him , the boy was interrupting his thoughts with his whining!
„Potter shut the hell up!"
He accompied the harsh command with a good measured slap to the boy's right cheek.
Right .
Potter...
The Boy Who Lived...
Harry...
Damn , why did his master want him to do that?
Why did he have to asign him to capture Potter by gaining his trust back , then torturing killing him?
Hadn't he already proofed his loyality enough by killing that old fool!
Or did his master just want to test what happend if someone else than him killed or tried to kill the boy , according to that downright stupid prophecy?
He looked at the boy sitting in front of him.
Potter was struggling in his bindings, squirming and trying to free himself.
He needed to get on with his task .
He took one step closer to Harry ...to Potter he corrected himself...no use in going soft on him now!...and took the gag out of his mouth.
He could hear the boy taking a deep breath and letting it out in a deep sigh again.
„Don't be too relieved Potter ! I didn't release you of this this cause I wanted to make small talk , I just rather want to hear your screams when the hexes hit you , no use in denying myself that bit of fun , isn't it?" he said, a malicious smirk lingering in his voice.
„Professor Snape I don't under..."
Slap!
„ I think I told you to shut the fuck up Potter!"
The boy kept silent from then on.
He thought about what to do with him first , when an idea came to his mind .
Why not see the fear forming in his eyes when he tortured him, better than only listening to his agunish!
He took off the blindfold and slowly , redrimmed , tearfilled and very sad emerald orbs lifted to look disbelievingly up at him.
THIS had been a mistake!
A lonely tear slipped down the red cheek , dripping down from the with dried blood covered chin onto the cold grey stone floor.
„Why?"
This had definitly been a mistake!
„Harry..."
TBC...
And? What do you think? Do you like it so far?
Please tell me what you think about the plot so far and how you think I should continue!
hugs MD