Title: Blood on His Hands
Title: Blood on His Hands
Author: ProfilerCharlee
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I'm a Harry and Hermione shipper. Of course I don't own Harry Potter! I also don't own the song.
Summary: She was his first victim or at least the first of which he uses the Avada Kedavra curse on. A Voldemort fanfic.
And the history books forgot about us,
And the Bible didn't mention us,
And the Bible didn't mention us,
Not even once,
You are my sweetest downfall,
Regina Spektor - Samson
She was his first victim…
Or at least the first of which he used the Avada Kedavra curse on.
Not many people knew about her though, she had often been forgotten in the books they wrote about him now.
No, when she had died no one had even suspected he was the culprit, except maybe Dumbledore.
Of course at the time Lord Voldemort had only just begun to come into existence, hardly anything more then a thought or an idea.
If she was included in the books about him the significance that she had played in his tale was always somewhat understated.
The first Harry had even heard of her had been through Hagrid when he had asked the half giant what he could remember about the illustrious Tom Riddle.
Even then she's only fleeting in her appearance, barely even there at all.
She's just some girl that Tom Riddle was seen around before Hagrid was expelled; he doesn't know much of what happened to her.
Or even who she was.
She's mentioned ephemerally in Hogwarts: A History because of her death on the school grounds but that is hardly ever connected to The Dark Lord.
It's only the manner of her death that anyone thinks might have meant that she was in some way connected to the Dark Lord.
In truth, though, she was most probably the only one who really knew him at all. They had been different, for sure.
He was in seventh year…
She was in sixth…
He was in Slytherin…
And she was in Ravenclaw.
When this whole thing had all started out, though by the time it ended it was at least year and a half later.
She had known from the beginning that he was dangerous; the coldness that had always seemed to emanate from him had made that clear.
So when he asks her out and she actually says yes, she has no idea why. She supposes in someway it was that danger that had attracted her in the first place.
For him, it's probably enough that she comes from a pureblood family, one that could even be traced all the way back to Rowena Ravenclaw and possibly even Godric Gryffindor.
She used to watch him, watch the darkness that surrounded him and wonder…
Wonder what had first caused this darkness within him to flourish.
She never wondered what had started this darkness; she already knew that it had been rooted deep within his soul from the beginning of his existence.
Just like Salazar Slytherin had been before him, just like Grindelwald and all those other dark wizards over time.
She stayed with him for a long time, though as time began to pass and, she watches him, she could never quite work out why she did.
He begins to grow more obsessed with her over time and she has to wonder if she really was related to Gryffindor because a part of her has never been so afraid.
He tells her things she doubts he has told anyone else, about his hatred for both his mother and father, about his heritage.
He tells her that he loves her, but she knows he's lying because she knows he doesn't even know what love is.
All that he feels for her is a deep unwavering obsession that is nowhere near real love.
Of course in his opinion that's probably what he thinks love is.
He just wants her because she's a Ravenclaw, something Slytherin could never get from Gryffindor.
It's only when he tells her that he wants to rid the world of people like his father and all those with dirty blood…
When he tells her that he's the one that opened the chamber of secrets last year that she thinks he's gone too far.
Thinks that he's completely off his rocker and going too far for some kind of revenge…
And she doesn't have to wonder anymore because she knows where the darkness is derived from and that it's not going to stop growing.
It's then that she leaves him.
It's then that he losesher.
It's then that she thinks that she might have some Gryffindor in her after all…
And it's then that she realises that they could never share a dream of which the only result would be bloodshed.
Her conscience won't allow for something like that.
The night he kills her...
He asks…
More like demands…
That she join him in his fight against all the dirty blood in the world.
He tells her all that he could give her if she would just agree to join him, all the power he could provide her with.
He thinks…
No, he believes…
That his offer of power is enough to persuade her to stay, that she shareshis desire for power for ridding the world of the dirty blood as he calls them.
She tells him that asnice as his offer sounds, she was unfortunately born with a conscience and doesn't want any part in this phoney war of his.
She tells him that she isn't about to bloody her hands just so hecan get his revenge on his father or prove his worthiness as the Slytherin heir.
He frowns at her, growls at her, tells her that she's a foolif she doesn't accept his offer because it will imminently mean her death.
She just shrugs at this and tells him that it doesn't really matter if he kills her now because she's gonna die at some point.
And she figures that, if anything, she'll have at least gone down with some amount of satisfaction that he couldn't control her.
That - no matter what he might think - she's standing here ready to die for what she believes is right.
He didn'tunderstand her convictions, didn't understand why she wouldn't agree to join him and she was sure that he probably never would.
He was far tooobsessedwith his lust for power and his hatred of his father for anyone to be able to reach him.
And he had been long before she had known him.
He tells her once again to reconsider.
And she says she won't.
The last thing she feels is excruciating pain, as though her inside are imploding.
She dies with a smile on her face, even through thepain.
He can't help but feel as though she's taunting him with that smile of hers, and his hatred just grows.
In the end, no matter what she had tried; she had done nothingto stop him.
She probably knew that she couldn't do anything to change what he intended to do, what he had already done.
In the end she's just one of the first drops of blood on his hands…
The first ones to tell him no…
The first ones to stand up for what she believed in…
And the only one he might have possibly cared about…
And she was barely even eighteen…
They had found her in the back of the library the next morning. Her blood red hair sprawled out across out the hard wood floor and a smile on her face.
Some of the books were stained with drops of blood from a wound that she'd obtained on her way down.
The teachers removed those books - that they knew of - from the library and those shelves were closed off.
Her parents cried when they found out.
Cried and demanded to know how…
Why?
No one reallyknew what to say.
Two Deaths at Hogwarts in the past few years and the threat of the chamber of secrets having been opened, it was hard not to notice that something was coming.
Something dangerous…